I'm Not Fine, Thank You & How Are You?

  When I read 2 Corinthians 11, I wonder how Paul bore up under all the things he faced on a daily basis. Of course, he had faith in Christ that sustained him but moment by moment, did his flesh sometimes have a mutiny?

Did he sometimes hide away and cry? Probably not.

Sometimes it is easy to imagine him haggard and worn down saying the words in this chapter, or was he more like a concerned father? 

  Either way I wish I was more like Paul...but I am not. It is only a magnificent Lord that would tolerate such a sorry servant and continue the arduous task of sanctification.

    Today I leave you with words from someone more like him. This is from the missionary Amy Carmichael:

Hast thou no scar?
No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand?
I hear thee sung as mighty in the land,
I hear them hail thy bright ascendant star,
Hast thou no scar?

Hast thou no wound?
Yet I was wounded by the archers, spent,
Leaned Me against a tree to die, and rent
by ravening beasts that compassed Me, I swooned:
Hast thou no wound?

No wound, no scar?
Yet as the Master shall the servant be,
And, pierced are the feet that follow Me;
But thine are whole: can he have followed far
Who has no wound nor scar?