Not just somebody


So you have just won the Lottery. You have millions. Literally millions. The publicity is wonderful. The adulation is overwhelming. Your popularity astounding. Your life is complete. You can do anything. You can be anything. You are now somebody!!

And then the begging letters. The hands that never reach for the bill. The endless parties. The endless new friends. The endless propositions. The ceaseless advice. The claustrophobia. The looks of envy. Of jealousy. Of “what’s a few thousand to you?”

The need to look twice. The need to suspect everyone. The need to protect. The need to exclude. The need to find your own kind.

The need to move away. To join with your kind. The kind with real money. Who don”t grasp. Who don’t expect. Who won’t scam. The big house. The new car. The shopping without price tags. The empty days. The lonely nights.

You are now somebody. But not who you were. Not who you are. Not anymore.

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So you have just won the Lottery. You have millions. Literally millions. There is no publicity. You ticked the box. Your life is complete. You can do anything. You can be anything. You are now somebody!!

And so the holiday. The one you all always dreamed of. To that place you thought would never happen. The whole family. All together.

And now the real dream. The putting back. All the different ways you fantasised now real choices. Now the hand-picked dreamers. The team who share a vision. All working for something bigger than each. All making life so much more. So much bigger. Than so many ever expected their lives to be.

The need to move towards. Somewhere closer. Somewhere bigger. Somewhere putting back is easier. And in putting back something grows. In putting back you become bigger. Your circle becomes bigger. Your dreams become bigger. You become bigger.

You are now somebody. But not who you were. Not who you are. Not anymore.

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At that same hour Jesus rejoiced in the Holy Spirit and said, ‘I thank you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and the intelligent and have revealed them to infants; yes, Father, for such was your gracious will. All things have been handed over to me by my Father; and no one knows who the Son is except the Father, or who the Father is except the Son and anyone to whom the Son chooses to reveal him.’
Then turning to the disciples, Jesus said to them privately, ‘Blessed are the eyes that see what you see! For I tell you that many prophets and kings desired to see what you see, but did not see it, and to hear what you hear, but did not hear it.’
Luke 10:21-24

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You have indeed won the lottery.

“For I tell you that many prophets and kings desired to see what you see, but did not see it, and to hear what you hear, but did not hear it.”

You are indeed somebody.

“Many prophets and kings desired … to see what you see”

Just not who you were.

“Many prophets and kings desired … to hear what you hear”

We are not just somebody.

We are The Body and rich beyond any dream.

So how do we share this gift, these gifts, this wealth, these dreams?

By moving away, or towards? By becoming bigger, or smaller? By enjoying the lifestyle, or by sharing freely?

We are not just “somebody” …

We are the “sum of the body”

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18 thoughts on “Not just somebody

  1. I have been praying for my children for years, that they all would know the Lord and serve him. One day years ago I woke up crying heavy hearted and the Holy Spirit some to me and said all your children will serve me. Now years have past. I have one more boy who I have been praying for that is lost but not lost, just not found yet. I pray God will place godly folks in his path and give them favor with him. He had went through a divorce and doesn’t like being alone. He had two children joint custody and makes a good living. A little on the wild side if you know what I mean.
    I explained to him the better life him and his family could enjoy knowing the Lord. It would seem that it fell on deaf ears. Last night he called to visit. He shared with me how he had met a lady who is a school teacher and a Christian. He told her his dad had prayed for godly folks to come into his life. He is wild she is settled. He wants to settle. Just is afraid I think. Last night he seemed genuinely encourage about her.
    She want allow him to swear and told him if they were going to continue to date he would have to clean his Facebook page up. He said he would. Well I will continue to pray that he will discover the untold riches of living for Christ. That living for Christ is a joy. Paul that all mankind would know the riches of being loved and accepted in God’s Kingdom.

    Much love bro.

  2. most excellent, Paul. I love writings and heart messages that take me into me and I can see………
    that is part of your lottery – thank you for sharing with me.
    πŸ™‚
    cate

  3. “You are now somebody. But not who you were. Not who you are. Not anymore.” Love this line. This is true in both versions of your story. We’re a new creation in Christ, not who we were, not anymore!
    Good stuff!

    • Hi Mel and thank you. There are times He lays out the punchline – and then stands back while I fiddle (and fiddle!) with the jigsaw – which always ends up so very simple. We’re a new creation – and then we keep fiddling – trying to improve on this perfect imperfection. πŸ™‚

  4. As Lilka so aptly stated…Wow. The humbling realization, to be somebody, His somebody. To be thankful he allows me to see and hear. To be one of the adopted, to know his voice, to be so blessed, to not just sing Amazing Grace but to experience it. Bowled over.

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