Have you ever had one of those days where you think: “If one more thing goes wrong, I am going to crack!!” As in, “The weight of this stressful old world is weighing me down so badly that I can literally feel myself starting to crack up and fall apart! Arrggghhh!”
I certainly have. Sometimes I have a whole season of them, which always makes me think of the quote: “I try to take one day at a time, but lately several have attacked me at once.”
During these times, I have a particular image that comes to mind of a person literally drying up and cracking into dust that blows away. “Dear God!” I say. “Help me!” And sometimes that’s all I can say: “Dear God!”
But here’s the thing about cracking. It’s not fun, but it is sometimes necessary.
Take, for example, a baby bird trying to get out of its egg. The egg has to crack. Rather violently, too. And that’s exactly what cracking up feels like. Like a sharp little beak that is incessantly pecking away. Peck. Peck. Crack. Peck, peck, peck…
Granted, we are not an egg, and we do not have a baby bird inside who is trying to get out. But as Christians, we do have something else inside: the Spirit of God. And God did not give us His Holy Spirit to keep it bottled up inside for our own use. He said, very clearly, “You will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth” (Acts 1:8).
God gives us his Holy Spirit so that we can share it with others. And sometimes, the best way for the Holy Spirit to shine is for us to get out of the way. Our mortal self is, after all, nothing but a shell of dust. If it was just us, the stresses of this world literally would dry us up and blow us away. But thank God it is NOT just us. The more cracks we have on the surface, the more God’s presence becomes apparent. Sometimes these cracks are little, uncomfortable things that make us reach for God’s hand. Sometimes they are giant cracks where it feels like we have been shoved off a cliff screaming “Dear God, catch me!” But the purpose is always the same: God’s light bursting forth as a witness to his presence and his power.
As we come into the Easter season, it is pleasant to think of cute little chicks with fluffy yellow feathers, but we should not forget the process that allowed them to be born. And on Easter morning as we reflect upon our own rebirth in Christ, we should not forget the process that allowed us to be reborn. Even our most stressful season is nothing compared to the apprehension Jesus endured in the Garden of Gethsemane. Here is the picture of a man who is cracking up, whose stress is causing him to sweat drops of blood and who is pleading with God the Father to take this task away. Yet he still manages to say, “nevertheless, not my will but thine be done” (Luke 22:42). And in the end, it was through the cracking of His body that the Spirit of God shone through to offer salvation to the world.
In this world, we can try to rely on our own strength. We can try to patch the cracks and hold everything together. But God doesn’t want a perfect shell, and He will keep pecking away, trying to shine through. He uses imperfect people by allowing his Spirit to shine through our cracks. He pushes us out of our comfort zone so that we rely on Him. He uses our weaknesses to demonstrate His strength. Sometimes, in fact, the cracks we are trying so hard to glue together are supposed to be there. Sometimes the cracks are how we see the very presence of God.
If the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead is living in you, he who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through his Spirit, who lives in you. (Romans 8:11)
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