Last Sunday, our friend, Rudy, called and asked to visit with us. Any time Rudy calls, it’s not for a social gathering. Rudy doesn’t meet to discuss the weather or the Dallas Cowboys.
Rudy follows the leading of God and wastes no time speaking his heart to encourage and edify.
While sitting across the table from Rudy at the local Dairy Queen, the need for God to work the Cristal out of Cristal became obvious.
BK had reminded us that morning there’s an old nature warring inside. That carnal instinct which operates in opposition to God.
At one moment, I’m intent on godliness.
But, in an instant, I’m engaged in sin.
The predator nature lying dormant but always ready to make an appearance.
BK reminded us that being conscious of that nature keeps us on guard.
And as Rudy spoke, I thought of the conviction I faced last week.
The love of praise.
The love of security.
Making a name for myself.
And here I am. In the process of having that tower of babel bulldozed.
The dismantling of me.
Getting the Cristal out of Cristal.
So, only One rules and reigns.
(Thank you, Caleb, for giving me a visual of that vicious old nature.)