I have both
been comforted and afraid through Romans 8:26.
There is a comfort in knowing that the Spirit of my Master works to
express what I cannot, making up for what I cannot pray because I’m so
limited. When I wonder what I can do for
someone with my feeble prayers, the comfort of the working Spirit of my Master
gives me confidence. I know that it’s
not what I pray, but what He prays that makes the difference. I become a vessel through which my Master’s
Spirit works, but I know the work is His.
But this
also scares me. There is a degree to
which I am unconscious of the works of my Master’s Spirit. It is like being on stage facing forward,
but the real show is behind me and I have no idea what is happening. Is the crowd laughing at me or the show
behind me? The fear stems from a desire
to have control and attention, but neither belongs to me. The verse uses a few very rare words, used
twice and once in the Christian Scriptures.
The first is normally translated as “help” but means “to grasp together
with.” This is what my Master’s Spirit
does, grasps my weaknesses along with me.
He pulls and works alongside me, not without me.
The second
word surprised me. What is normally
translated as “intercedes” or “intercession” is used only in this verse in the
Christian Scriptures, and literally combines two words: the preposition “under”,
and the verb “to meet with and have a chat.”
The preposition’s use in Greek was usually to indicate something done on
another’s behalf. So, my Master’s Spirit
meets with my Master over coffee and they talk, about me. It’s like my Master having a conversation
with Himself to a degree, but on the divine level, that’s the best way to
describe the level of intimacy my Master has with my weaknesses.
So, the
Maker of stars, the One reforming matter into the indescribable and
unimaginable, is intimately acquainted and interested in my weaknesses. And not just mine, this level of intimacy is
carried out across all life, in the same way He is intimate with quarks,
neutrons, electrons, and protons. And all
this intimacy takes place all at the same time.
What was I worried about again? I
was just afraid of something, but it’s fading really fast. Something about being on a stage, some sort
of show going on behind me. What a
foolish man, turn around, idiot! Enjoy
the show!
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