I am a royal priesthood.
"But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, His own special people, that you may proclaim the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous light." NKJV
"But you are not like that (stumbling because of not obeying God's word), for you are a chosen people. You are royal priests, a holy nation, God's very own possession. As a result, you can show others the goodness of God, for he called you out of the darkness into his wonderful light." JCB
"God's beloved" explained in four different ways: chosen, royal, holy and special. No, make that five: redeemed. Wait...six: called. Then seven and eight: rescued or saved. Which adds up to the sum total of being forgiven. Which then multiplies by a thousand the ongoing ways of being reborn or renewed.
Maybe I need to throw in a couple of decimal points about the idea of serving or service to others.
There's also a couple of x's available for anyone who wants to add their own contribution to this equation. Or maybe a y or two if that's preferable. Mystery numbers for sure!
I have to smile. This is what happens with trying to fit God into a formula. It explodes under the countless ways He reveals Himself to each of us. This is also an opportunity to celebrate the unique ways times infinity each of us finds to connect with Him.
Thank You, Lord, that math has never been my strong point.
The Black River is a journey in faith. It delves into an exploration of life: from the calm, clear waters of the good days, the mundane, to the swirling eddies and deep waters of issues that face every one of us. Thank you for visiting this site. You can contact me personally at: godandtheblackriver@gmail.com
Friday, 13 April 2018
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