Luke 12:6-7 (Sparrows...)
Luke 12:6-7
“What is the price of five sparrows—two copper coins? Yet God does not forget a single one of them. And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are more valuable to God than a whole flock of sparrows.
I like to think I'm making God's job a little easier everyday. As I loose my hair, He can count a little faster and have more time for others.
I know that's not how God works, but it makes me more comfortable with inevitable baldness.
Bad jokes aside, sparrows were about the cheapest thing you could buy to be sacrificed at the temple. Pretty much even the poorest people could offer a sparrow or two when needed. The most basic of gifts to be given to God. A sparrow sacrificed before God was pleasing to Him.
Some days it's easy to think we shouldn't present ourselves before God. We've done or said something that we're ashamed of. At the very time we most need God, we seem to be most likely to turn from Him. To think we aren't even worth a sparrow in His eyes. That laying down our lives on this day won't be pleasing to God.
God loves us dearly. He cares about our every moment; Our every slip up and fall. His love knows no bounds and His arms are open always.
I remember a time I felt unworthy of God. I'd lived for 22 years without much thought for Him. I lived my life my way and enjoyed whatever I wanted to enjoy. If you'd asked me to go to church or tried to get me to think about becoming a Christian, I would've told you I wasn't good enough yet. I wasn't able to come to God because my life wasn't right. I wasn't worth His time or effort.
Funnily enough, when I did seek Him out and devote my life to His service, I wasn't any better than before; My life wasn't any different to the countless times I'd been talked to about Him before. And He welcomed me in and let me know I was a part of something bigger and that He cared for me as I was and as He saw me. My life was a worthy sacrifice to Him.
Potentially the first recorded Christian in history (Bible scholars can correct me if need be) didn't have his life right. He wasn't an upstanding citizen. He was a thief who was being crucified at the same time as Jesus. He acknowledged Jesus deity as his death fast approached and Jesus welcomed him with love.
A thief on a cross set the bar for the rest of us. No sin is too big, or too small, for God to ever stop loving us.
I try to make my life matter for God. Some days I feel as if I've nailed it. Other days... Not so much. My comfort comes from knowing that it's not who I am or what I've done that matters, but who He is and what He's done. My life is a sacrifice given worth by God, who values me highly. And so is your life.
So next time you see a flock of sparrows, remember that the God who doesn't forget a single one of them values you above them and knows the number of hairs on your head.
“What is the price of five sparrows—two copper coins? Yet God does not forget a single one of them. And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are more valuable to God than a whole flock of sparrows.
I like to think I'm making God's job a little easier everyday. As I loose my hair, He can count a little faster and have more time for others.
I know that's not how God works, but it makes me more comfortable with inevitable baldness.
Bad jokes aside, sparrows were about the cheapest thing you could buy to be sacrificed at the temple. Pretty much even the poorest people could offer a sparrow or two when needed. The most basic of gifts to be given to God. A sparrow sacrificed before God was pleasing to Him.Some days it's easy to think we shouldn't present ourselves before God. We've done or said something that we're ashamed of. At the very time we most need God, we seem to be most likely to turn from Him. To think we aren't even worth a sparrow in His eyes. That laying down our lives on this day won't be pleasing to God.
God loves us dearly. He cares about our every moment; Our every slip up and fall. His love knows no bounds and His arms are open always.
I remember a time I felt unworthy of God. I'd lived for 22 years without much thought for Him. I lived my life my way and enjoyed whatever I wanted to enjoy. If you'd asked me to go to church or tried to get me to think about becoming a Christian, I would've told you I wasn't good enough yet. I wasn't able to come to God because my life wasn't right. I wasn't worth His time or effort.
Funnily enough, when I did seek Him out and devote my life to His service, I wasn't any better than before; My life wasn't any different to the countless times I'd been talked to about Him before. And He welcomed me in and let me know I was a part of something bigger and that He cared for me as I was and as He saw me. My life was a worthy sacrifice to Him.
Potentially the first recorded Christian in history (Bible scholars can correct me if need be) didn't have his life right. He wasn't an upstanding citizen. He was a thief who was being crucified at the same time as Jesus. He acknowledged Jesus deity as his death fast approached and Jesus welcomed him with love.
A thief on a cross set the bar for the rest of us. No sin is too big, or too small, for God to ever stop loving us.
I try to make my life matter for God. Some days I feel as if I've nailed it. Other days... Not so much. My comfort comes from knowing that it's not who I am or what I've done that matters, but who He is and what He's done. My life is a sacrifice given worth by God, who values me highly. And so is your life.
So next time you see a flock of sparrows, remember that the God who doesn't forget a single one of them values you above them and knows the number of hairs on your head.
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