by Danetta Kellar
Ravi Zacharias, in his very personal podcast Jesus Among Other Gods, (to listen, click here) shares an Indian proverb. “Whatever you are overflowing with will spill out when you are bumped.”
He uses this proverb to illustrate his mother's strength of character on a very difficult night during his childhood.
As I listened to his words in the car one dark night, my soul was gripped with conviction.
Like a parade of shame, images of my own reactions when “bumped” flashed through my memory. Anger, selfishness, and pride all rose like specters in my mind, and I knew I was not like his mother. Not one bit.
Then came shame, always quick to cover our guilt so we focus only on ourselves. Behind shame comes the Party in a Box, labeled in garish letters, “PITY PARTY”.
My real guilt was hidden now by shame and self-pity. I could get no real soul-work done in that state.
The next morning as I reflected on it again, with the fresh perspective of the morning’s new mercies, my soul condition was clearer to me.
It is simple. Out of my heart, my mouth speaks, my body acts, my mind thinks.
As always, life is a matter of the condition of my heart.
And thanks be to God, I can bring my heart to Him every day to be renewed.
There is hope, even for those who, when bumped, spew out all manner of foul things.
Living the Christian life is hard for some of us. Loving others, putting them first, making time for all the needs we see around us takes the kind of selflessness few of us have naturally. I often joke that my husband and mother-in-love have that gift naturally, but I have to study it, pray for it, work hard for it. It is not natural to me.
But the bottom line is this: God is what we are not. He has the power. The patience. The wisdom. The love. He offers us all that is necessary to love and serve the broken world we live in. It is not conditional upon our own hearts, it is conditional upon our willingness to come to him for filling.
As we bring our hearts in all their lack to him, he fills them with what we can only manufacture in limited quantities.
And for that, I will always return to him, again, and again, and again.
There may be no greater testament to me about His existence than when I see him fill my lack and make me more than I can be on my own. When I see myself bumped, and love and mercy come out, I know there is a God. For I know what is in me.
This is the power of our all-sufficient God.
Won’t you share a time when He filled you beyond your own limits and love spilled out instead?