I’m not preaching today for the first time in quite a spell, so I’m enjoying a quiet morning around Pa Amani (“Place of Peace” in Swahili), with coffee cup in one hand and a copy of “My Utmost for His Highest” in the others. Chambers has been a fairly constant companion for many years, and I rarely open its gilded pages without opening my mind as well to a new perspective or an old perspective with fresh resolve. For those of us who wonder at God’s willingness to work through broken pots, Chambers encourages:
“A river touches places of which its source knows nothing, and Jesus says if we have received of his fullness, however small the visible measure of our lives, out of us will flow the rivers that will bless to the uttermost parts of the earth.”
Christ is the source of all that lives and breathes and inspires and transforms; I am a tributary commissioned to bear his likeness to dry and parched people. Someone in a dark and lonely place longs to drink deep from the Source, and I will either bring them life or disappointment.