Tuesday
12-22-15 Home in Modesto
Scripture
reading: John 12 - 14
S=Scripture O=Observation A=Application P=Prayer SOAP for
the soul.
S. John 12:23-25 Jesus replied, "The time has come for the Son of Man
to enter into his glory. The truth is, a kernel of wheat must be planted
in the soil. Unless it dies it will be alone — a single seed. But its death
will produce many new kernels — a plentiful harvest of new lives. Those
who love their life in this world will lose it. Those who despise their life in
this world will keep it for eternal life.
John
13:31-32 As soon as Judas left the
room, Jesus said, "The time has come for me, the Son of Man, to enter into
my glory, and God will receive glory because of all that happens to me.
And God will bring me into my glory very soon. NLT
O. Jesus has repeatedly spoken
of “His hour” or the “Hour when the Son of Man will be glorified.”
It was not the hour when He entered the city on a donkey and crowds surrounded
him praising God for their King. That hour had already passed. But
now as He approaches the hour of His crucifixion, He clarifies that His hour of
glory is linked to His death. He will be lifted up upon a cruel cross and
draw all men unto Him. Can it be that my Jesus lived for and often spoke
of the hour of His humiliation and His cruel death as His most glorious
moment? He sweats blood. His hour had finally come.
A. I was in my second term as a
missionary and was invited to preach to a great international congress of 6,000
youth leaders in Venezuela. Was that the hour of my glory? Or was
it when I was preaching in a tiny crowded house on stilts to 13 people, some standing,
others sitting on the floor with only a kerosene lamp for light? Is my
“hour of glory” attached to how many thousands were in the crowd applauding my
message? My Jesus suffered extreme pain, humiliation and death and He
calls it His “Hour of Glory”!
P. Wonderful Lord Jesus, in
following You I have found that “up is down”, “high is low” and glorification
is often found in humiliation. So one more time, Jesus, take me to the
cross... the ugly cross that You made beautiful. I cast my little seed to
the ground, stomp it into the soil and let it die. And may that become
“my hour of glory” too. For with that death You promise me “much
fruit”. Amen.
Ralph
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