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If you’ve followed The Voice of One at all, you know weakness is a theme that comes up regularly. I’m thinking about it again tonight. Weakness usually comes to mind when personal failures or shortcomings break out of me like a caged animal. Or when it seems my soul is surrounded by mirrors and must face the reflection it can’t escape. These are moments of honesty. Johnny Lang sings from this place in one of his gospel songs: “I fell down and cried, ‘Dear Jesus, rescue me again. I understand. I am only a man.'”
We spend life steeling ourselves against weakness; we pretend it isn’t there; we build internal fortresses against it; we try to overcome it by any means possible. This is why many of us are Christians. We imagine that, with God’s help, we can live above, untouched by weakness, walking on water. But this is not the course of spiritual life, as Jesus revealed to Peter: “Very truly I tell you, when you were younger you dressed yourself and went where you wanted; but when you are old you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will dress you and lead you where you do not want to go.” (John 21:18, NIV).
We will never know God’s power as long as we deny weakness. We must learn that weakness is the seed of power; dishonor of glory; death of resurrection (1 Cor. 15:42-44). This withering husk in which we spend our days contains Christ–the germ of eternal life (2 Cor. 4:16-18). He flowers from our selves and our graves. Planted in the dust, the Lord blooms without end.