It’s one of those paradoxes of Christianity, like “the first shall be last” and “you must first die to live.” He chooses the small, the weak, the completely inadequate as vessels, rather the big, strong, and impressive.
It’s one of those things that I struggle with often, in spite of my work-in-progress mindset. How can I possibly do these big things He’s asking of me? Who am I, Lord, who am I to take on these giants of life?
I’m so small.
I’m so flawed.
I’m not right for the job.
There are so many better equipped, stronger in faith, more Christ-like. Would they not be better for the job?
Like Moses, I doubt. Like Jonah, I wish to run. Like David, I plead for wisdom and I wait. But like Mary, I also say, “let it be done to me according to your word.”
And like Isaiah, in my bravest moments I whisper, “Here am I. Send me.”
I may be small, but my God is not. I may be flawed, but Christ was not. I may not be perfect for the job, but I am a willing vessel.
Because when I am weak, then I am strong.
Only because of Christ.
With the faith as small as a mustard seed…
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