In the end it was revealed his livelihood required the use of his wooden leg and his short stature. Someone had been sawing away at his wooden leg while he slept. Every morning when he woke, he seemed an inch taller. He feared being worthless and so ended his life.
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There are things gnawing away at our souls that lie to us or debilitate us. We don't know to go hunting for the pile of sawdust, for the places our lives have been swept up, sitting in a corner, so all the while hope is shriveling up inside of us.
Misinformation about us is so deep inside that sometimes we can only identify the gnawing pain, but not the source of it.
Tim Keller tweeted, "For some people, the reason why they can never change is because all they do is scold their heart." Oh, how my soul knows that well. Someone called me a spiritual masochist recently, and another friend challenged me that maybe my issues aren't from sin as much as suffering.
Those words play over and over in my heart and mind these days. I champion in scolding my heart, sometimes all I do is scold, from waking until sleeping.
A friend told me the other day that in the Old Testament God's children are usually called sinners, but after Christ, they're called saints. Yet who among us feels that saintliness?
I don't. Do you?
There are piles of sawdust everywhere in my life, lies the enemy tells and sometimes truths he exaggerates. But the real truth is that I am Christ's, and what is Christ's can never be snatched out His hand, and if I am held and His, I am a saint. Not because I feel like one, but because He has said I am one.