who, being in the form of God, thought it not robbery to be equal with God, but made Himself of no reputation, and took upon Himself the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men. And being found in fashion as a man, He humbled Himself and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross.
(Philippians 2:6-8)
Reading this verse brings to mind the expression "walk a mile in his shoes". Most of us know what that means, and many of us know what the verse above means, but do we really understand it?
A couple of years ago I wrote about Granny and her illness. (Here is the link, go and read:
http://www.myfrontporch.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_myfrontporch_archive.html)
Two men of our congregation have lost the loves of their lives. Walk the mile.
Another fights the battle of cancer. Walk the mile.
Jesus understands the feelings we have. He knows the feeling of what we go through. He has walked the mile, just like us.
Some of us know what the verse means. Many of us understand it.
So does the God we worship.
Until next time on My Front Porch.
(Philippians 2:6-8)
Reading this verse brings to mind the expression "walk a mile in his shoes". Most of us know what that means, and many of us know what the verse above means, but do we really understand it?
A couple of years ago I wrote about Granny and her illness. (Here is the link, go and read:
http://www.myfrontporch.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_myfrontporch_archive.html)
I know what it is to walk the mile. So does her husband and so does her daughter (my wife).
Yesterday I lifted her up from her bed, placed her in her wheelchair, lifted her up again and put her in the car. Then off to the doctor we went and then we listened to the doctor and he talked about how to care for her.
Granny is now in Stage III of her illness and we have now moved to 24/7 care and it is time for the professionals.
We have watched the woman who wrote cards of encouragement go to a woman who cries "ouch!" in a little girl voice when we moved her to clean her. The woman who cleaned her little daughter is now cleaned by the grown daughter.
Walk the mile.
Surely He has borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed Him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. (Isaiah 53:4)Yesterday I lifted her up from her bed, placed her in her wheelchair, lifted her up again and put her in the car. Then off to the doctor we went and then we listened to the doctor and he talked about how to care for her.
Granny is now in Stage III of her illness and we have now moved to 24/7 care and it is time for the professionals.
We have watched the woman who wrote cards of encouragement go to a woman who cries "ouch!" in a little girl voice when we moved her to clean her. The woman who cleaned her little daughter is now cleaned by the grown daughter.
Walk the mile.
Two men of our congregation have lost the loves of their lives. Walk the mile.
Another fights the battle of cancer. Walk the mile.
Jesus understands the feelings we have. He knows the feeling of what we go through. He has walked the mile, just like us.
Some of us know what the verse means. Many of us understand it.
So does the God we worship.
Until next time on My Front Porch.