When I was a young teenager, it was not uncommon to find myself assigned the responsibility of entertaining little children while the adults enjoyed some after-dinner conversation. I remember one such occasion quite vividly. I sat down in the living room with a boy, perhaps 3 or 4 years old, whose parents had set out a collection of toys for him to play with. I picked up one of his toys whereupon the lad exclaimed “That’s mine!” and immediately snatched it out of my hand. I knew right then, it was going to be a long night…
I often find it essential to the life and health of my soul to reflect on the full sufficiency of Jesus Christ. This is not surprising, since my daily life is one of constantly being confronted by my own insufficiency. This usually involves feelings of not “measuring up” in the various roles I find myself trying to fill. Am I a good enough brother or son, or could I be better? Am I a good enough employee or could I be better? Am I a good enough friend and so on, and there really are so many more…