Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Boasting of nothing but the Cross of Christ (Galatians 6:14) and realizing that nothing else matters with a funny story from the Grand Rapids Press.

SCRIPTURE: Galatians 6:14 (TM)
For my part, I am going to boast about nothing but the Cross of our Master, Jesus Christ.

According to a story in the Grand Rapids Press, the owner of a small foreign car had begun to irritate his friends by bragging incessantly about his gas mileage. So they decided on a way to get some humor out of his tireless boasting, as well as bring it to an end. Every day one of them would sneak into the parking lot where the man kept his car and pour a few gallons of gas into the tank. Soon the braggart was recording absolutely phenomenal mileage. He was boasting of getting as much as 90 miles per gallon, and the pranksters took secret delight in his exasperation as he tried to convince people of the truthfulness of his claims. It was even more fun to watch his reaction when they stopped refilling the tank. The poor fellow couldn't figure out what had happened to his car.

Oh, the silly things we boast about. Our cars. Our children. Our grandchildren. Our jobs. Our house. Our accomplishments. Our accolades. Our abilities and talents. Oh, the silly things we boast about.

Everything that we boast about will either fade way, get stolen, rust out, perish, leave or begin to live their own life. And what are we left with? Not much. We measure our self-worth by the “things” of which we boast.

The only thing that matters … the only thing of which we can truly boast with any confidence is the Cross of Christ. Nothing else … absolutely nothing else matters – not our children or grandchildren, not our job and accomplishments, not our skills and abilities, and absolutely none of our “stuff” … only the Cross of Christ for that is the one thing we carry with us into the next world. It is the bridge of sorts that brings the two worlds – this world and eternity – together.

In the Cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o’er the wrecks of time;
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.

Thank you, thank you, thank you Eternal Father for the Cross of your Son! 

1 comment:

  1. Greetings from Wordwise Hymns. I posted an article on Bowring's hymn this morning, so your post caught my eye. Enjoyed the story--and yes, it's strange and sad what we boast in.

    One day a flea crossed over a bridge on the back of an elephant, as the rickety structure trembled and swayed under them. When they reached the other side, the flea said to the elephant, "My we sure shook the bridge that time, didn't we, brother elephant."