I've written about what turned me to God before, but briefly here’s a recap. When I was about fifteen or sixteen I had one of those electronic football games so popular in the early ‘80s. It stopped working but I kept it because it was so cool. One day while very bored I picked up the game, connected a battery and hopped it would work. Before throwing the switch on the game I made God a deal, “If you make this work God, I’ll believe.” I threw the ...
Rabdos’ enormous lance of fire streaked away from his blazing axe head toward the two women on the plain below. They saw it coming just before impact. The smaller woman suddenly shifted out of range, throwing up a wall of force to shield her from the blast. The larger woman was not his intended target and only had to erect her own wall. The fireball burst on the ground bathing their barriers in hellish flames. He shot several more fiery missiles but the distance separating them ...
Right now. Today. As you are. Without change, but not an end a beginning. The start of something new, a new work. To use the King James vernacular, yeah verily, verily I tell you the truth that God wants to involve you in not just His plan, but your life. Believe that; you are wanted in the Divine Plan, really.
16“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life.
John 3:16 ...
The gift God gives us through the sacrifice of His Son brings the dawn of a new day in your life. Are you going to set a new course away from hardship or continue to focus on those who oppose you?
31 What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who is against us? 32He who did not spare His own Son, but delivered Him over for us all, how will He not also with Him freely give us all things?
I’ve written about what turned me to God before, but briefly here’s a recap. When I was about fifteen or sixteen I had one of those electronic football games so popular in the early ‘80s. It stopped working but I kept it because it was so cool. One day while very bored I picked up the game, connected a battery and hopped it would work. Before throwing the switch on the game I made God a deal, “If you make this work God, I’ll believe.” I threw the switch and the game fired up like it was brand new and worked from that day forward.
It is a very dangerous theology to say that God makes deals. That’s not what I’m saying here at all. God knew I meant what I said from the bottom of my heart. I firmly believe God put His hand on that game and made it work because He knew that would cement my faith in Him, His Son, and the Holy Spirit. That faith has not failed to this day. My faith has wavered, faltered, and been tested, but it has not failed. I tell you the truth, that I am not the reason my faith hasn’t failed, God is. He gave me a gift that day that I cannot adequately explain beyond the certitude that He is there and that He cares about me. He cares about you too.
I’m not suggesting you put God to the test at all. What I’m suggesting is that you start talking with Him and give Him the chance to direct you toward that same undeserved gift of faith He gave me. That’s what grace is; God giving us the gift of faith no matter what we think of ourselves.
One of the aspects of Grace is joy. Others aspects are affection, delight, pleasure, sweetness, and loveliness. All these things abound within the grace God grants through faith in Jesus Christ. Stop holding yourself back from the release that is embracing the Grace of God the Father. You can do that just as I did, though your path to faith will walk a different direction I suspect. But keep something in mind as you contemplate your current faith or embracing the idea of faith.
God doesn’t need us at all. He doesn’t need us to do anything. God wants us involved like a parent wants their child to be involved in the things they think are good, right, and proper (plus fun J ). God wants us involved because He wants to be with us, and because He things You Are Worthy.
8 For by grace you have been saved through faith; and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God; 9 not as a result of works, so that no one may boast. 10 For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand so that we would walk in them. Ephesians 2:8-10 (NASB)
Questions for Reflection
What’s holding you back from getting more involved in the Grace of God?
Are you directing you faith or are you letting God direct it?
Does the idea of a gift that is undeserved, the grace of God, cause you concern? Why or why not?
You are not trash. You are not wasted. You are not broken. You are loved. You are pursued. You are wanted, because God says You Are Worthy.
This devotion relates to the scripture used in the book You Are Worthy by Mark Malcolm, coming to Kindle soon. To be kept up to date on the release of this, and other writings from The Cavalier, join us on Facebook HERE or follow us on Twitter @FirstChevalier.
Rabdos’ enormous lance of fire streaked away from his blazing axe head toward the two women on the plain below. They saw it coming just before impact. The smaller woman suddenly shifted out of range, throwing up a wall of force to shield her from the blast. The larger woman was not his intended target and only had to erect her own wall. The fireball burst on the ground bathing their barriers in hellish flames. He shot several more fiery missiles but the distance separating them gave both women ample time to avoid the impacts. He’d have to get closer to finish them, but that suited him just fine.
“Where are you going?” Dante’s voice asked. Rabdos ignored him as he strode down the stone steps of the high castle walls. Dante’s voice continued to question him as he reached the courtyard and prepared to open the gates. “No, they’ll get in!”
“Silence, dog! This is my realm. I rule here. There is no power they can summon I cannot quell. Watch and learn.” Rabdos waved his arms and the gates slammed open with a thunderous, deep-bass boom. Dust and mortar fell from the walls as he strode out onto the plain to meet their adversaries.
The larger woman emitted a guttural growl and leapt at what she perceived as a weaker foe. She apparently intended to grapple with him. “Good,” Rabdos thought.
Rabdos brought up his axe with inhuman speed, catching the woman in the pit of the stomach and sending her flying over his head to impact the wall of the gate tower to his left. He spun and leveled his axe at the smaller woman aiming for her legs. He’d cripple her here just as she was in life. That should deflate her spirits some.
His target saw the obvious attack, as he intended, and erected another barrier of force. He smirked and launched his attack. The lance of flame shot forth and cut through the barrier as though it weren’t even there, catching the woman in the right knee. She screamed and collapsed to the ground with one leg severed. He took just a moment to bask in the soothing sounds of her anguish and pain until his other opponent tackled him from behind, knocking the wind from his lungs and his axe from his hand.
The woman snaked a muscled arm around his throat and began to apply pressure that would have cut off the circulation of blood were they on the mortal plane of Eden. He tensed the muscles in his neck, gripped her arm, and spun around to face his attacker in a move no physical foe could have made.
“Are you quite through?” he asked through gritted teeth. The woman let out a primal scream and shifted to a two-handed grip on his throat. He laughed in her face as she leaned in, teeth clenched. He decided she’d had enough hope and locked both his hands on either of her wrists. The touch of his hands caused her to redouble her efforts to choke the life out of him. “Were we on Eden you might win this confrontation. You are quite strong after all, for a woman.”
She didn’t like his barb one bit. He already knew that though. She lifted his head off the ground and smashed it down, striking what would have been a crushing blow anywhere else. Rabdos laughed.
“Is that the best you can do?” he taunted her. He could see worry cross her face as the blow seemed to have no effect at all. “My turn.”
Rabdos tightened his grip on the woman’s wrists and slowly pulled her arms apart. He held her weight off his body as easily as holding a babe. He let that idea sink in a bit as she struggled against the steel of his grip.
“You see Dante, these mortals cannot harm me here, and by association they cannot harm you so long as we keep this stronghold intact.” He punctuated his statement by kicking upward and back, throwing the woman more than fifty feet to land in the dust of the plain outside the castle. He flipped himself to his feet in a nimble gymnast’s move and faced the two women. “I grow weary of this game. It ends now.”
He throw out his open hand, calling for his axe. The weapon launched itself from the dust, flying across the rocky ground and smacked into his open palm. He took hold of the weapon with both hands, sending hell-fire crackling across the length of the haft and across the weapon’s head. This final blast would end them here and now and Dante would see who reigned in this realm.
Just as Rabdos prepared to bathe both of the wounded women in hot hell-fire, a flash of light announced a new arrival standing next to the smaller woman. Whoever it was, they’d perish along with these two making the object lesson all the more fruitful. As the flash of light cleared he saw the form of the boy who’d chased him out of the strip club.
“You are a pesky one, youngling, and so brave venturing where your angel cannot follow,” he said, but he held his fire. Bravado from the condemned would only cement the lesson to Dante.
“I don’t need Theliel for what I have to do,” the young man said as he moved to the women with the wounded leg.
“Oh, do tell or rather, show me,” he said.
The young man retrieved the woman’s leg and moved toward her. Surely he didn’t have the healer’s gift? Ah, well it would be even sweeter to let him heal the woman, returning hope to her just before he destroyed her soul for all time.
“Angela, you can heal this,” the boy said. “I know you can, just try.”
“She’s in shock Cherry,” the larger woman said. The boy ignored her with a look of anger on his face. Perhaps he could use that against this one. He was young after all and might be vulnerable to being turned if the right leverage were discovered. That would certainly be worthwhile, turning an apprentice. He watched as the boy took hold of the woman’s hands placing one on her upper leg and the other on the severed lower. The touch of his hands seemed to jar her from her fevered state and she looked, first at Rabdos, then the boy.
“You think you’ve found a healer in this age, apprentice? You don’t even have proper men and women of valor, let alone someone to guide them,” he said laughing at the three mortals.
His words of scorn seemed to solidify something in the wounded woman the boy had called Angela. She locked gazes with Rabdos and added a look of resolve as she began rubbing both portions of her legs. The motion caused her to wince, but she closed her eyes and wrinkled her brow in concentration. Light engulfed her leg, then flashed. When the flash dissipated, her leg sat on the ground whole, and unmarked. They did have a healer, and a powerful one at that.
“You ventured into my realm where I hold sway. Your souls are forfeit to the Lake of Fire. I claim the victory this day.” A gout of fire erupted from his axe head and shot across the short distance before any of his targets could react.