Gloves

Gloves

Those who think they can do it on their own end up obsessed with measuring their own moral muscle but never get around to exercising it in real life. Those who trust God’s action in them find that God’s Spirit is in them—living and breathing God! Obsession with self in these matters is a dead end; attention to God leads us out into the open, into a spacious, free life. Focusing on the self is the opposite of focusing on God. Anyone completely absorbed in self ignores God, ends up thinking more about self than God. That person ignores who God is and what he is doing. And God isn’t pleased at being ignored.

But if God himself has taken up residence in your life, you can hardly be thinking more of yourself than of him. Anyone, of course, who has not welcomed this invisible but clearly present God, the Spirit of Christ, won’t know what we’re talking about. But for you who welcome him, in whom he dwells—even though you still experience all the limitations of sin—you yourself experience life on God’s terms. It stands to reason, doesn’t it, that if the alive-and-present God who raised Jesus from the dead moves into your life, he’ll do the same thing in you that he did in Jesus, bringing you alive to himself? When God lives and breathes in you (and he does, as surely as he did in Jesus), you are delivered from that dead life. With his Spirit living in you, your body will be as alive as Christ’s!

So don’t you see that we don’t owe this old do-it-yourself life one red cent? There’s nothing in it for us, nothing at all. The best thing to do is give it a decent burial and get on with your new life. God’s Spirit beckons. There are things to do and places to go! (Romans 8:5-14)

I was so proud of the new work gloves I’d just purchased. My old set was worn and had a few holes – completely defenseless from the bite that yardwork can take out of your hands. So, I went to the local hardware store and shopped until I found just the right pair. I must have examined half a dozen, and probably tried on just as many. After all, what good are gloves if you don't like them, and they don't fit? And then I found them – with the help of the clerk who did me a favor. She reached under the counter and produced a set still in its packaging. “Just what I was looking for,” I thought. And at that, I cheerfully paid the price, walked out the door and drove the short ride home to test them out.

So there I was – standing in my yard with my brand-new gloves like a kid in the outfield with his brand new mitt. I plunged my hands into the smooth, leather-grained cowhide and . . . nothing. My hands stopped mid-way into the gloves. Seems I couldn’t get my fingers into the fingers. The five entryways were all stitched closed. Mistake at the factory? Probably. Oversight of the store? Perhaps – maybe that’s why the clerk found them under the counter. Who knows? But one thing was certain: my fingers wouldn’t fill the glove. A closed fist could, but an extended hand wouldn’t. “No problem,” I thought to myself, “I’ll just make do,” because who has the time to go back to the hardware store to return work gloves when there’s lots of work to be done?

So, I fisted my way into the palm and parked it there, my fingers folded, the glove fingers flopping in the wind. Not exactly what I had in mind, but, hey, when it comes to looks and utility, I couldn’t complain because my fingers were safe. Rose thorns were no longer a threat. Function, however, was a bit of problem. Have you ever tried to pick up a shovel with your fingers folded inside a glove? Not easy. Neither is mowing the lawn, or trimming the roses. Your hands feel like horse hoofs. Wave at a neighbor, and he thinks you’re shaking your fist. And forget grabbing some shears, or those little plastic whips you use in the weed-whacker. Simply put, I had things to do. I wanted extended fingers, stretched and strong, because I had leaves to rake, a lawn to mow, edges to trim and weeds to pull. Same’s true for God; he’s got things to do, too. But I’m not talking about yardwork.

Babies need hugs. Children need good-night tucks in bed. AIDS orphans need homes. Stressed-out executives need hope. God has work to do. And he uses our hands to do it. What the hand is to the glove, the Spirit is to the Christian. "Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him." (Rev. 3:20) God gets into us. At times, imperceptibly. Other times, disruptively. God gets his fingers into our lives, inch by inch, reclaiming the territory that is rightfully his own.

Take your tongue, for example. He claims it for his message. And your feet? He requisitions them for his purpose. Your mind? He made it and intends to use it for his glory. And what about your eyes, face, and hands? Through them he will weep, smile and touch. As a glove responds to the strength of the hand, so you will respond to the leading of Christ to the point where, like the Apostle Paul, you can eventually say, "I myself no longer live, but Christ lives in me." (Gal. 2:20) But the process isn’t always immediate; sometimes it takes a while. For instance, why do some walk with such confidence, while others regularly stumble?

Receiving the unseen is not easy. Most Christians find the cross of Christ easier to accept than the Spirit of Christ. Good Friday makes more sense than Pentecost. Christ, our substitute. Jesus taking our place. The Savior paying for our sins. These are astounding, yet embraceable, concepts. They fall in the area of transaction and substitution – familiar territory for most of us. But Holy Spirit discussions lead us into the realm of the supernatural and the unseen, subjects about which we quickly grow quiet and cautious, fearing what we can't see or explain.

So try considering the Spirit's work from another angle. Think about what Jesus did in Galilee as being similar to what the Holy Spirit does in us. Jesus dwelt among the people, teaching, comforting, and convicting. The Holy Spirit dwells within us, teaching, comforting, and convicting. The New Testament word for this promise is oikeo, which means to "live or dwell." And Oikeo comes from the Greek noun oikos, which means "house." In other words, the Holy Spirit indwells the believer in the same way a homeowner indwells a house. “Those who trust God's action in them find that God's Spirit is in them – living and breathing God! But if God himself has taken up residence in your life, you can hardly be thinking more of yourself than of him. Anyone, of course, who has not welcomed this invisible but clearly present God, the Spirit of Christ, won't know what we're talking about. But for you who welcome him, in whom he dwells – even though you still experience all the limitations of sin – you yourself experience life on God's terms.” (Rom. 8:5, 9-10)

Did you see the phrases of permanence in that passage? “God's Spirit is in them;” “God himself has taken up residence in your life;” and you are the person “in whom he dwells.” To Timothy, Paul urged, "You have been trusted with a wonderful treasure. Guard it with the help of the Holy Spirit, who lives within you." (2 Tim. 1:14) And later on, could the apostle's words have been any clearer than when he said, "Don't you realize that all of you together are the temple of God and that the Spirit of God lives in you?" (1 Cor. 3:16) All believers have God in their heart. But not all believers have given their whole heart to God. Remember, the question is not, “How can I have more of the Spirit?” But rather, “How can the Spirit have more of me?” A palm and a few fingers just won’t do.

C. S. Lewis put it this way: “Christ says, ‘Give me All. I don't want so much of your time and so much of your money and so much of your work: I want You. I have not come to torment your natural self, but to kill it. No half-measures are any good. I don't want to cut off a branch here and a branch there, I want to have the whole tree down. . . . Hand over the whole natural self, all the desires which you think innocent as well as the desires you think wicked – the whole outfit. I will give you a new self instead. In fact, I will give you Myself: my own will shall become yours.’"

So, take an inventory. As you look around your life, do you see any resistant pockets? Any stitched-up fingers? Go down the list. Your tongue, for example. Do you stretch the truth? Puff up the facts? How about your language? Is your speech a sewer of profanities and foul talk? And grudges? Do you harbor resentments like boats at a dock? And while we’re at it, are you unproductive and lazy? Do you live off the system, assuming that the church or the country should take care of you? I’m sorry if you find these questions a little too personal, but don’t blame me. Blame Paul. He wrote the checklist.

“So put away all falsehood and tell your neighbor the truth because we belong to each other. And don't sin by letting anger gain control over you. Don't let the sun go down while you are still angry, for anger gives a mighty foothold to the Devil. If you are a thief, stop stealing. Begin using your hands for honest work, and then give generously to others in need. Don't use foul or abusive language. Let everything you say be good and helpful, so that your words will be an encouragement to those who hear them. And do not bring sorrow to God's Holy Spirit by the way you live. Remember, he is the one who has identified you as his own, guaranteeing that you will be saved on the day of redemption. Get rid of all bitterness, rage, anger, harsh words, and slander, as well as all types of malicious behavior.” (Eph. 4:25-31)

Do your actions interrupt the flow of the Spirit in your life? Harbored sin interferes with Spirit circulation. Confessed sin, however, repairs the heart and restores the power. But it could take time, so don't give up. Don't let stumbles stop you. Come and keep coming. Ask and keep asking. "Your heavenly Father [will] give the Holy Spirit to those who ask and continue to ask Him!" (Luke 11:13)

Reminds me of a fly I encountered in an airplane one time. On a flight some time ago, a fly was buzzing around the cabin. “That’s odd,” I thought. “A fly flying inside a flying plane. Why would a fly fly during a flight? Does he think he’s helping the plane? Doing his part to keep the aircraft airborne?” Why did the fly in the plane fly in the plane? Why didn’t the fly just light for a moment and enjoy the flight? Maybe he thought the airplane needed him. And just like that, he flew to the front of the plane.

Moments later, however, he returned, this time looking far less confident than before. Fear flickered in his tiny, little eyes. "I don't think I can keep it up,” he said. "Keep what up?" "The plane! I don't think I can keep the plane up. I'm flying as furiously as I can. But my wings are getting tired. I don't know how long I can do this." “But don't you know it's not up to you? Look. You’re surrounded by strength, and held aloft by a power that isn’t your own. So, stop flying. It's not up to you to get this plane home." Insulted, he buzzed off.

Granted, I don’t make a habit of speaking to flies, although I have had a few choice words for them at home lately. But we all fly furiously back and forth, ever busy, always thinking that the success of this journey is up to us. And we fear letting up, don’t we? Well then, stop for a moment and look out the windows. God's wings sustain you. His engines empower you. You can flap like a fly and not accelerate this flight. It's your job to rest and receive.

Accept his power. You be the glove and let him get his hand deep into your life. Surrender to his plan. And then keep at it. Unceasingly seek God's Spirit. Accept. Surrender. Keep at it. “A-S-K.” Ask. Seek. Knock. A-S-K. "Your Heavenly Father will give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!" (Luke 11:13)

So, let God put his Spirit deep into the fingers of the glove that’s your life. Then, you’ll truly be able to experience the hand-in-glove relationship that he died to give you.

Grace,

Randy