I’ve been working on an all-consuming project for a number of weeks –striving and hoping against hope that enough people would choose to do what was right so as to effect a change.
In the end, one person was changed because he chose to do what was right.
I’m still trying to wrap my brain around the extravagant lengths to which God went to move the heart and mind of one individual a little closer to Himself. Apparently the kingdom of heaven spares no expense when it targets a niche demographic.
I started to read the book of Genesis today and was struck by the realization that most of the creation story is actually the story of God dividing one thing from another: light from darkness, oceans from atmosphere, sea from dry land, day from night. Even the vegetation and the animals were separated, “after their kind.”
Adam was created when God separated a handful of dirt from the ground and breathed on it.
Man’s first task was to call out the animals and give them a name. I’ve often wondered why God didn’t just tell Adam what to call them. But Adam, being created after his Kind, participated in the separation story by giving each animal a unique identity, setting one apart from the other.
Much later, after a separation of another kind, God instructed Moses to build a partition in His House – a place where God could visit those He had named as His own.
We too are part of God’s separation story. We are His special separation. A chosen generation. A royal priesthood. A holy nation.
A people for God’s own possession, so that we may proclaim the distinction of the One who called us out of darkness into His marvelous light (1Peter 2:9).
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