I turned off the car and grabbed what my mother called a lazy man’s load. My purse dangled from one shoulder, and I clutched my phone, iced tea, sweater, book, and some new gadget my husband put on the visor, trailed by a black charge cord. I wanted the gadget in the house to charge. The cord from my visor to the charge port, tucked neatly behind the rearview mirror irritated me. The contraption couldn’t charge fast enough while I ran errands. It needed to be plugged in for a longer stretch of time.
After only two steps, the gadget squawked, “If you need roadside assistance. . . ” In my attempt to carry everything at once, I touched one of the buttons. Uh-oh. Frantic to turn off the device before a representative came on the line, I juggled the stuff in my hands. Buried somewhere in my sweater, it repeated the menu.
Frustrated and annoyed with myself, tangled in a pile of stuff, I couldn’t do anything. I yelled at the gadget, louder each time it looped through its choices.
Unloading groceries from the back of the car, Van came up behind me. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
In a tizzy, I screeched, “I can’t get. . . I accidentally. . . How do you shut this off?”
Not Plugged In
Van whisked the contraption our of my hand and suddenly all was quiet.
“You were a little out of control there,” Van said. I glared at him in response.
Then he said something that stopped me in my tracks. Cut right into the heart of the matter. “For someone who writes about being plugged into God, you sure let something little undo you.”
Yes, I did. Instead of sitting at the feet of Jesus, I hustled and bustled to meet my own agenda. That resulted in screaming at a gadget that couldn’t hear me. As if screaming at anyone ever accomplishes anything anyway. Screaming only stirs things up.
Stay Plugged In
Just like the gadget must be plugged in to work when we need it, I must be plugged in to let peace reign in my heart and mind moment by moment. Jesus, my power source, says I must abide in Him. Not my own accomplishments or to-do list, but Him.
And I know this-after all, I do write about it-but still a little thing took me from peaceful to agitated in 2.4 seconds. Why? How did I melt down so fast?
Paul, in Romans 7, reminds me of the war being raged between my sinful nature and my desire to live for Christ.
So you see how it is: my new life tells me to do right, but the old nature that is still inside me loves to sin. Oh, what a terrible predicament I’m in! Who will free me from my slavery to this deadly lower nature? Thank God! It has been done by Jesus Christ our Lord. He has set me free.
To be free, I must stay plugged in to Jesus, my power source. When I unplug, even for a minute, I lose my power and resort to my default setting of sin.
I join Paul in thanksgiving to God for freedom. As my pastor said this weekend, “When you celebrate the fourth of July and the freedoms of our nation, also remember our freedom in Christ.”
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