Dry

Day 10

This morning I woke up dry. Dry physically because the muggy heat had seemingly removed all moisture from me, and dry spiritually, longing for the living water from God’s Word. I’m glad it’s Sunday.

This morning’s message was from Phillipians 3 on knowing Christ. What really struck me was the part about “the fellowship of sharing in his suffering”, i.e. what is described in Isaiah 53. Here are four things Pastor noted:

1. Despised

2. Rejected

3. Man of Sorrows

4. Aquainted with grief

Quite the list . . . and this is what sharing in Christ’s sufferings may entail. I am grateful to live in a country where I probably need not fear death for sharing the gospel. Realizing what Jesus went through and relying on his strength can help me to face the minor persecutions of being mocked, whispered about behind my back, left out.

If my Lord was despised and rejected, should I expect anything less when sharing him? Man has not changed since Jesus lived on earth. Ridicule will happen. He will be with me.

Strangely, I don’t feel so dry anymore.