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Spiritual Growth

Blessed with wondrous family, an-almost perfect home having Daddy and Mama so loving among caring siblings I’m sufficed well to speak of satisfaction’s abundance… yet haunted by unsettled predicament on “godliness with contentment is great gain.”* Reared upon values’ inculcation toward virtues’ fortitude immersed in parents’ religious orientation I’m taught enough to become a stalwart adherent… yet guilty of hypocrisy, demanding confession for my “righteousnesses as filthy rags.”** So when confronted with the verity of gaining the world, but losing own soul*** I admitted my yearnings to profit for heart’s fulfillment... yet, still unsure of eternal destiny. Resolving spiritual conflicts within me I yielded to God Whom I believe could direct me to His will… by His compassion, with His quickening might He delivered me, freeing me from wages of iniquities through the cleansing blood of the sacrificial Lamb I trusted. Hence, my spiritual dilemma about the wrath of the Almighty and His love for sinners was vanquished by Scriptures’ truth buttressed by sovereign immutable assurance since the bountiful grace of the Lord Jesus Christ reached down to me “He became poor, that I through His poverty might be rich.”**** Now, with faith that strives to please my Master I’m committed to live for Him… through full-time ministerial work striving to follow His footsteps, leaving a university career being blissfully triumphant and serenely blessed enabled to suffer the loss of all things, “that I may win Christ.”***** *1Timothy 6:6 But godliness with contentment is great gain. **Isaiah 64:6 But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away. ***Mark 8:36 For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? ****2Co 8:9 For ye know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that, though he was rich, yet for your sakes he became poor, that ye through his poverty might be rich. *****Philippians 3:8 Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ. November 21, 2020 2nd place, "Juxtaposition" Contest Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 11/25/2020.

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