Tuesday, April 17, 2012
The LORD saw how great the wickedness of the human race had become on the earth, and that every inclination of the thoughts of the human heart was only evil all the time. The LORD regretted that he had made human beings on the earth, and his heart was deeply troubled. ~ Genesis 6:5-7, NIV
While the word magnitude may be technically defined in a variety ways, my own description would be to say that it is the force with which power is exerted. That power can be physical, emotional, and even spiritual. We often hear magnitude used in the context of earthquakes and volcanoes. It implies a might that is difficult, sometimes even impossible, to contain or harness.
Think of the word magnitude in the context of our children's diagnoses. The greater the magnitude of illness, the more intense the treatment or therapy. Multiple surgeries, outrageously expensive medications, and seemingly endless therapies seem to be in store for those with the most serious of diagnoses. We tire. We wonder if we will ever overcome. Yet, the force of the situation demands that we press on.
There is One whose power is greater than the magnitude of any crisis we could face. It is an explosive power that burst Him forth from the grave, proving that He is Lord of all.
The force with which He made the definitive position of His majesty known to us was in direct proportion to the magnitude of our sin. What a sobering thought! We were so lost, so evil, so self-absorbed, and so helpless to climb out of the pit we had created that it took His earth-quaking, boulder-rolling, death defeating power to save us.
And what He suffered on the way to that redemption was of no less magnitude. His anguish was in direct proportion to our wickedness and filth. It wasn't enough that He suffered rejection from His family, friends and neighbors. It wasn't enough that He was demeaned by those in authority. It wasn't enough that He wandered homeless, still giving of Himself without reservation. It took being spit on, slapped, punched, mocked, restrained, His skin being ripped open through scourging, the awful pain of a heavy wooden beam being carried on top of that scourged body, piercing thorns being driven into His skull, torturing nails being driven through His flesh, and hanging hopelessly for 6 hours in a public display of humiliation to address the depth of our depravity.
If Jesus could suffer things of this magnitude and render them powerless through His resurrection, how can we not run to Him in every distress we face? How can we ever think of being bitter or ungrateful during any adversity we face? Fall into His awesome majesty today!
Pray: Dear Lord, my mind is so small. Too often I forget how incomprehensible Your great power is! I also carry an attitude of entitlement because I forget the magnitude of my own sin. Heal my heart and mind today, so that I never forget that Your greatness is within my reach.
~ Barb Dittrich