Moving on by Rodney Howard Browne
According to Exodus 2:12, Moses hid the body of the slain Egyptian. But by the following day, it was all over the papers. Hiding incorrect, Moses now had to confess, does zilch to erase inaccurate. And I’m persuaded that from that moment on Moses determined never to cover anything again. He would talk his heart, with no regard for the risks of vulnerability.
Sometime in my ministry, I’m going to assemble up enough bravery to have a sworn statement time where the one thing we’ll share is our screw ups.
Wouldn’t that be different? Ever been to an affidavit meeting where everybody else appeared to be on Cloud 39, and you were in Tunnel Number 7? One after another is talking about soaring in the heavenlies, while you are counting gum wrappers in the gutter. Why don’t we visit the other side? Why not hand the microphone around and say, “When was the last time you took a nosedive? Are you able to share with others what it was like to experience a major disappointment?”. A long way from being a downer, I am in possession of a hunch that might prove to be a major support to a bunch of folks who feel all alone in their struggles.
Many of us feel as if we should hide our disasters, believing nobody else might have probably failed as we have. Some are even frightened to tell God about it, fearing he would be as put off as we imagine others will be. But he’s not like that at all, is He? When we take a tumble and cry out to Him in our shame and our trouble, the psalmist asserts He “inclines His ear” to us. “It is then He puts His arms around us, just as a loving worldly pop would do.
He then announces, “I accept you simply as you are. I concur that what you have done was inaccurate, as you have confessed it to Me.
