Come, Lord Jesus, and fix it.
You're scattering the precious Gospel all over the place. Sloppily you give the Gospel to people who may grow cold to it. Carelessly you give it to us so we can twist it and use it to create factions and confusion. You run the risk that we won't trample all over it with our dirty stinky feet thinking it is ours to do with as we please and not the precious pearl from heaven.
You designed it this way. You preserve your church, fractured and broken as it seems to us. You see cohesion where we see chaos. You see strength where we see weakness. Your Word will endure, and through it, your church.
You'll fix it on the last day. Then we'll see that you really knew what you were doing. We'll marvel at how you preserved those bruised reeds so that they weren't pulled up with the other rebellious weeds. May today be your fix-it day.
Amen, Come Lord Jesus.
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I don't understand - "Sloppily you give the Gospel...", "Carelessly you give it..."
As I take this, the implication is that God does sloppy and careless work.
Do I understand your thoughts correctly?
Think the parable of the sower, think of how many times God has given you the Gospel, and what you did with it. God knew what you were going to do, but still gave you the Gospel anyways. "oh what of that, oh what of that!"
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