Early on in my marriage, Leanne and I went to antique shops, searching for a piece of furniture that could be refinished. Wooden chairs were a common purchase, trying to breathe new life into classic designs. Scraping and sanding away old paint often revealed imperfections. In some cases, spindles needed to be reattached with glue. Without a wide arrange of clamps available to apply to a curved angle, brute force was necessary to hold everything together until the glue dried. This process often involved placing your arms and legs into a death grip to avoid spindles from popping out of place. If pressure wasn’t maintained until the bonding process was complete, we had to start all over again from the beginning.
And he is before all things, and in him all things hold together, Colossians 1:17.
As my body approaches the half century mark in age, I’m beginning to feel like an antique. Instead of having a spindle or two out of place, I feel broken, trying to pick up all the pieces. Yet, I have learned that I can’t do this on my own. According to Jesus, the spiritual healthy should be able to self medicate their lives. However, if you attempt to do this without spiritual brothers and sisters within a church fellowship, holding everything together can be overwhelming. Perhaps, this may explain the apostle Paul’s words in 2 Corinthians 12:7-12, in “your own weaknesses, lean on Jesus to make you strong.”
But when Jesus heard this, He said, “Those who are healthy have no need for a physician, but [only] those who are sick, Matthew 9:12.
While I am not a counselor by trade, I often find myself scouring the Bible to find answers to my struggles in life. This daily process involves reflection, meditation and searching for nuggets of truth to heal and mend my soul. Unfortunately, I spend many weeks out of the year depressed, unable to hold things together. Again and again, I fight through the pain in my heart to stay optimistic. The one trait I have on my side is a faith empowered by the promises in the Bible. Against all odds, the Holy Spirit propels me to press on despite how I feel day to day. This invisible force is the glue that holds everything together until the bonding process of sanctification is complete.
by Jay Mankus