Impossible Irreplaceable Inexplicable Inexcusable
I’m irreplaceable says Mugabe, and his nation mourns.
That’s impossible say people, but Chapman’s Peak Drive is still built
The Xenophobia is inexplicable they cry out, too fearful to look at the reasons
Your behavior is inexcusable he shouts, and beats her.
I am a problem! My greatest fears and biggest challenges often elicit negative exclamations beginning with the letter ‘I’. It’s as if life was a giant cryptic crossword and we use our bizarre quirks of language (especially English), with all its confusions, to further muddle our minds. Yet the clue is staring me in the face … I predicate everything with the letter ‘I’.
But there’s a flip side to the coin (isn’t there always!).
In intricate intimacy I imagine impossible instances in investigating infilling illustrative inclusion in God.
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It’s what we do with the ‘I’ that matters. So when problems arise, when leadership is away, when things seem a struggle, what do I do with the ‘I’s of the church. What is the church but a mere collection of ‘I’s who choose to stop being the predicate of problems, and instead choose to be the subject of solution. Imagine a church of ‘I’s where each one said "what can I do to help the situation?", instead of a church where the ‘I’s complained of the problem.
It’s is one of God’s greatest gifts to allow us to use struggle to put the I in the proper place and so allow us to dot the i with his blood and cross the t with Jesus.
For a moment, take the ‘I’ out of the equation and consider the words that you and I typically sing on Sundays:
A thousand times I’ve failed, Still Your mercy remains
For our Lord God Almighty reigns!
Be Thou my vision
Shout to God all creation
How awesome is the Lord most high
In the chaos, in confusion I know You’re Sovereign still
Immortal Invisible, God only wise
Love so accessible
Through the blood of Christ
There must be more than this
So let your glory shine around, Let your glory shine around
King of glory, here be found,
Here I am use me for your glory, Here I am living for your glory