(This is Part 2 of our series “A Fortified City”.)
Good morning, peeps!
“Let this mind be in you which is also in Christ Jesus.” – Philippians 2:5
One of the things I like to do during the three days of Midwest springtime (we only get 3 days) is open all of the windows in the house and let the air flow through. It is absolutely wonderful and with the layout, you can feel a cool breeze no matter where you are in the house. It is amazing. Well, it was. A few years ago, one of my kin painted the trim on the windows a really gorgeous white. If you were driving past the house, you’d think that I had new windows installed. They looked pretty impressive, even up-close. Y’all know that’s not always the case. He’d scraped off the old paint so the surface didn’t look like frosted flakes and he even made sure that he stayed on the frame. Y’all know… I was very proud of my windows until the three days of Spring came around. That’s when I realized that my pretty windows had a flaw: they were painted shut. Ol’ ugly windows! And of course, I didn’t notice this until it was like hot Funyuns in the house. I got desperate then because I wasn’t ready to turn the a/c on. I used screwdrivers, razor blades, even butter knives and a shoe horn. I don’t know what I thought I would accomplish with the shoe horn, but like I said, I was desperate. I was finally able to pry them open…all except for the ones in my bedroom. After two years, I just gave up and figured that sleeping in a sauna is just how it’s going to be.
This morning I dreamt that my bedroom window was open.
The word “let” in Philippians 2:5 dogged me all day yesterday. It rang through my head like it was a football chant being yelled by burly men as they pounded on a table. “LET. LET. LET. LET.” This came back to me this morning and I asked God, “How do I let Christ’s mind be in me?” Through the work of the Holy Spirit. Okay…how does that happen? You have to let Him in. So…I have to let the Holy Spirit in before I can let the mind of Christ in? Yep. How do I do that??? You have free will, don’t you?
Ughhhh. I hate when God uses my words against me.
“I have free will” is one of my insurance phrases – you know, what I use if I have an accident. I’ll give you a minute. I pull out “I have free will” real quick like it’s my proof of insurance when I don’t feel like explaining why I do the things I do. I’m in good hands, y’all, and the coverage never expires. One of my favorite people made a FB post yesterday that read, “I wish I would do what I want to do and stop doing what I don’t want to do. Paul and I could have been great friends…” They wouldn’t have let me sit at the big kids’ table with them, I promise you. My first thought was, ” Ha! I do do what I want to do. That’s the problem!” I, ha-ha, have free will.
That free will has me stuck right where I am.
I’ve had a little time this morning to think about that open window in my dream. Who opened it? I’m thinking about this right now as the “let, let, let, let” chant is starting back up. I get it. I realize what that was about: it was an illustration of what the Holy Spirit will do for me. If I let Him. I have some windows in my mind that have been painted over with a lot of stuff that looks good, but is keeping Jesus out. If I let Him, He will pry open the stuck windows in my mind so that the mind of Christ can be in me. Interesting. Okay. I can work with this, but God, what will He pry them open with? (I just want you to know that I typed that question as I was asking it.) The answer came swift and sweet when God reminded of the bible that I had left on my nightstand. He will use My Word.
Maybe, just maybe, I’ll get to sit at the big kids table after all. Have a great day.