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A REED SHAKEN: The Perfect Man
Whatever else a reed may symbolize, it does what it does. Neither the great oaks, or any of the mighty cedars of Lebanon bend much to the wind. Their leaves may quiver so you can tell there’s a wind, but you look at a reed, the reed entire bends with the wind, betraying the direction of the wind. Wind is descriptive of Spirit; words are spirits, your words represent your spirit. With your words, what you are talking about betrays what is in your heart. Where the reed leans, shows the direction of the wind; your words show where you are leaning, and your leaning is important. Where a tree leans, that’s where it will fall, and where it falls, there it remains. A perfect man, though he be not perfect, leans toward perfection in his conversation—that’s what makes him perfect….his leaning—what he is talking about, shows his leaning. What is in a man’s heart, that is the thing that he is, and that is what he talks about.
The kingdom of God comes from inside our hearts. Out of the abundance of the heart a man speaks, and by his words he is justified , and by his words is condemned. The word of God is perfect. We should lean toward the word of God in our heart.
Have you been to a wake, or funeral lately. You do not see any of the aficionados acting on the Lord’s commandment to raise the dead, principally because they also do not talk about it in any pragmatic or realistic terms—only theologically, or theoretically, or philosophically. If they do not talk about it, it is because they do not believe it is possible, at least not with them; and what does that say about the state of things. I mean, who is really driving the bus anyway. The passengers are a captive audience, they go where the driver goes. He may be off the track, but they are all with him; a captive audience. If a man really means to do something, he doesn’t keep looking for ways out of it. This is the kind of equivocating moral cowardice that makes my skin crawl.
It congers up images of Gideon’s son into whose hand Gideon placed a sword, and commanded his son to slay the king of Cannan, who was now bound, and condemned to die, because he had slain and oppressed many of Israel’s children. Instead of killing the king, Gideon’s son assumed the fetal position, giving that king even more cause to taunt Gideon saying—‘a man can only do according to his strength….apparently he’s a boy—why send a boy to do a man’s job, kill me yourself.’
God is in the same situation with the church as was Gideon with his son. We are sons of God, the life-giving spirits of a living God that gives life even to the dead—charged with power to give life. We are to triumph openly over the spirit of death. Without hindrance we are to intimidate, harass, terrorize & persecute death; to invade, and by plagues make the grave barren. Instead we see what is now done today. Professing ourselves to be wise we have come to play the fool here. Death, and so many other dogs that go round about the city make a mock at us.