Once upon a time, there was a woman who was in desperate need. She was very sick and a nursing home loomed in her darkened future. She was without God in the world. She had no hope. Jesus Christ graciously shined His light on her, healed her body, saved her soul and empowered her to serve Him. She could hardly contain her joy! He illuminated His Word to her, and gave her preaching and teaching gifts. She pursued her call with everything that was in her, so grateful for His life in her and for the freedom only He could give!
She was zealous for His Word and for Him, but her zeal became twisted along the way. She became like a bloodhound, sniffing out anything that didn’t look like her ministry. She roo-roo-rooed away at anything that didn’t seem right to her. She didn’t see that those she sniffed out were serving, too. She didn’t see that they loved the Lord just as she did, and even more. She didn’t see that Father God can work in a myriad of unusual ways, by the Holy Spirit. She carried a gavel around in her hand, not to condemn, but to correct, correct, correct, to set right all who were wrong — churches, leaders, other denominations and ministries.
One day, Jesus tenderly spoke to the woman, and showed her that she was striking His body with her gavel. She fell on her face, weeping. She asked Him to take the gavel from her outstretched hand. In His grace and mercy, He took it.
In the love of Christ,