Rescued, Restored and Redeemed

Because I have my hands in something twelve hours out of every day, God likes to invade my thoughts during the most random times and start speaking to me. Like when I’m gardening or painting or being a mom. For example, the Holy Spirit has taught me more about the Kingdom of God while sitting in the dirt weeding than I’ve learned sitting on a church pew.

I’m being serious.

Lest you think I’m completely off my rocker, Jesus told stories. We call them parables.  They were every day stories about things like a woman baking bread, a wayward son, or wheat growing in a field. Jesus sat right in the midst of people and told tales his followers could relate to so they would understand the Kingdom of God.

Doesn’t that blow you away?  That Jesus would be so real???  That He knew the value of a good story to get our attention?

So yesterday (if you saw my FB post) I was having a mini-rant after picking up a dresser that an auction company did an extremely poor job of representing, and now I was stuck. Stuck! With this THING that needs to be completely stripped before I can put one coat of paint on it. That needs lots of TLC before it will be of any use to anyone ever again. And in the middle of this rant, which on my end is going something like this:

Me: Good grief, this is horrible! A horror! This is gonna take me forever! I can’t believe I’m going to so much trouble. That I CARE so much.

Right there…right in that moment bubbles up the sweetest voice I know, and the Holy Spirit asks me a question.

HS: Why do you care so much?

Me: (Suddenly feeling a bit of a need to defend myself to God) Because it’s gonna be gorgeous! I know exactly which paint I’m going to use. I can see it in my mind. I can see her sitting pretty in a new home and someone loving her instead of thinking she’s terrible! When I get done…she’ll be brand new.  She’ll be PERFECT.

And I realize what I’ve said.

I’ve spoken His heart back to him.  Loved.  Perfect.  A brand new life.  His desire to take the Forgotten, the Hopeless and the Wasted and make them a New Creation.

For the Son of Man has come to seek and save that which was lost.

It’s kind of silly because people are not furniture. People have great value. Furniture is fluff. Still. God knows the great pains I take to restore the cast-offs so that they can have a new life. I take pride in taking something unwanted and making it wanted. I even name my furniture.

The Holy Spirit knew this was a prime teaching opportunity.

Do not be afraid, for I have ransomed you. I have called you by name; you are mine.

Me: Oh gosh Lord, I was a mess when you rescued me. Probably a million times worse than this dresser! A million trillion!

HS: (Quiet acknowledgement.)

Me: Jesus, you never give up on anyone do you? You are the Master Craftsman waiting to transform and redeem every single one of us. When we are a complete and utter mess, you gently clean us up, restore our brokenness, and make us a beautiful vessel for your presence. You call us by name. You say…you are mine. You are so good.

Rescued.

Restored.

Redeemed.

Therefore if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: the old has gone, the new is here!

Comments

  1. Love this post, Mary! A beautiful truth, beautifully written. 🙂

  2. This is so beautiful and inspiring! I found this post because of your utterly divine lime waxed dresser that I adore and am planning to copy as closely as I can on my sideboard. While I’m thinking about this I’m also about to go preach in a couple of hours about how we are new creations, loved, and given new life! I think you’re my new best friend, ha ha!

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