Life Isn’t Fragile

Life isn’t fragile!

The thought stormed my conscience as if to shake me into realization.

I had heard of recent failings, of death and sorrow, of tiny flames snuffed out before their chance to light the world beyond their parent’s arms. And my heart hurt a little and my reason sank to it and I thought that life must be as fragile as the world was showing me.

But God.

God came down in the beginning as the Word. That Word was Life.

Jesus, who said, “I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life…” lived something we had never witnessed before.

Life isn’t fragile. Life is Christ, it is a rushing mighty river, who’s sustaining power cannot be quenched and cannot be held hostage to such vessels as these. We, the flesh and blood of Eve with nectar of sin still glimmering on our lips, we in this fallen earth are mercifully fragile.

Even the strongest men, the conquerors of old, the heroes of recent history and the idols of today are dead or dying. If not for the failing of our earthly bodies we would go on in a world darkening.

But God.

God made a way, He sent a Way, He sent Truth and that Gift of Way, Truth and Life showed us the power of GodLife.

Life that will go on.

Life that bled from the fragile example, Life that absorbed the bitter shame of man’s darkest and unlimited depravity, sin’s vilest offenses and unspeakable horrors were cast into one clay vessel and Life took it to hell…so that no. one. else. would. have. to.

Life is not fragile. Not in the least.

In our simplest vernacular we ask for Life to fill our hearts, approaching as children who see only our own need, we plead for forgiveness and step into that mighty river of surging, raging, inspiring Life.
And we become thankful for the frailty.

Not of Life, but of our wrapper of death. The death that still surrounds us, still begs our attention and decays regardless of our dedication to its need. For it’s in that frailty we are promised the fullness of Life in Christ. Without it, we are only slippers without feet, aging without hope and decaying without the satisfaction of being worthwhile.

Only Life gives worthiness. Hope. The ability to walk out of this life and into a new one is because of the strength, power and everlasting-ness of Life. The purpose to share good news, to step into death every day knowing there is enough Life to share with everyone we see.

No…Life is not fragile.

Life is the terror of death and as such the enemy of our attachment to earth. Every seed of faith we plant in the fertile soil of our own desire, our own mastery, our own strength is growing fruit of bitterness. It will taste of worry, weariness, sickness, discontent and death.

Every hope we invest in the mortar and steel of man’s ingenuity or the wisdom of man’s logic is gambling on unsinkable ships and fueling the bankruptcy of unquenchable want.

Life gives, sustains, expands the flesh, but does not love it. Life will heal the flesh but never depend on it. Life endures the flesh, but will never abuse it, brand it or identify with it.

Life isn’t fragile, it is a rushing mighty river, who’s sustaining power cannot be quenched or held hostage to such vessels as these.

We Live full and unshaken, outside of our fleshly limits.

Not because the world has anything to offer, but because Life cannot be contained.