Sometimes I feel like a wreck: my emotions are out of sync, my thoughts are overwhelming, my default parenting kicks in, and I keep treading along hoping that I have enough initiative and strength to pull myself out of my mess.
I am a skilled fence builder. Over my lifetime I have built many of them. One fence to conceal my insecurities, another to hide my fears, yet another to mask my imperfections, one more to cover my shame. I spend much time and energy maintaining these defenses; I must ensure no one sees in. But neither can I see out.
David and Goliath.
Moses and the Red Sea.
Joshua and Jericho.
The Bible contains some of the greatest stories ever told. Even non-Christians know these stories and have been impressed by the drama and characters. It’s easy to think of the people in the stories as heroic, larger than life -- even super-human. Their stories can become fairytales without recognizing how human each person in the Bible actually was.
We are told that the great prophet Elijah was a man just like us (James 5:17), but do we really believe that? Wasn’t there just something special about him that allowed him to do all the great and astonishing things he did? Something that we don’t have?