Lord, I pray for your church. Forgive us where we have fallen asleep and are giving off a bad odour. We know you are deeply moved by the situation, that you weep over the church, and that you will act out of love.
Lord, would you bring new life. May we see the church come alive all across the nations.
Your Hope in Times of Trouble (Day 140) #BiOY
Lord, fill me with streams of living water, satisfy my thirst, break every bondage and help me like Jesus, to demonstrate not only the power of the Spirit, but also the fruit of the wonderful Holy Spirit in my daily life.
This is to be my daily prayer!
Lord, I come to you today. Fill me again today with your Holy Spirit, with streams of living water to bring life to everyone I encounter.
As I prayed this, I wonder if often I got it wrong by “trying” to be this “life-bringer”. I try hard not to say the wrong hurting words; not to be easily annoyed; not to be brash; to love others despite! And I felt dejected when I failed yet again.
Dear self: If anything good were to come out of me, it will be the work of the Holy Spirit, never from my striving.
A water-bearer in India had two large pots, both hung on the ends of a pole, which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot always arrived half full.
The poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water-bearer one day by the stream:
‘I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologise to you. I have been able to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don’t get full value from your efforts.’
The bearer said to the pot, ‘Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you’ve watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.’
Thankfully, God uses cracked pots! You do not need to be perfect for God to use you. http://www.bibleinoneyear.org/bioy/commentary/2164 #BiOY