Nearly every person who walked by
had black straight hair and was probably headed to some specific location. Day
after day they and/or others would go back and forth with fewer new body cells
replacing old ones until one day they would be gone forever. As I sat there on
that hard bench thinking about that and watching the traffic work its way
around the subway construction that had the road torn up, I couldn’t help think
of a construction project that God had underway. The materials for that project
would come from the mass of humanity from around the world, maybe some of which
was in front of me.
God’s construction project is a body
of many members. It is one but yet is many. It is like God is one but yet is
three. The human body is one but is made up of many parts, even down to
extremely small cells. They are all important as they all serve a function and
when they all perform perfectly then the whole body functions well and life is
great.
God in his great wisdom has designed
another body made up of very special humans created in the image of God. From
the mass human pool found on earth over time, God, in his sovereignty is
selecting out people and transforming each to fit perfectly into its place in
the body. The main job for those chosen is not to pursue the things of the
world, but to grow in Christ-likeness, search for others
who have been chosen and help them grow.
Those who make up the body of Christ
are joined together into one by the Spirit of God. We are one but yet we are
many. Looking at each one gives you a small glimpse of an aspect of the body. I
believe this is similar to the three in one of God. There is one God, but there
is Father, Son and Spirit.
We, created in the image of God,
will be perfect in the resurrection and will be joined together into one by the
Spirit. That oneness then seems to be joined to God Himself because of the
Spirit that indwells this body. The result is something we can’t even begin to
fathom in this life.
That is what I thought about that
afternoon as I sat there and watched people walking here and there, wondering
who might possess a living hope and be joined with me. What a blessing it is to
stop and listen for that quiet voice from God.

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