“Christ’s love controls us.”
I read these chapters this morning and dwelled on this sentence all day. I took note of what controlled me. For most of the day, it was a pounding migraine in the back of my eyes. I was nauseated. Short-tempered with my son. Later, I was controlled by my appetite. I reached for food that gives false comfort, not nutrition. I also noted when I chose to let Christ’s love control me. When I held my tongue instead of spouting back in anger. When I put my family’s needs before my own.
I, like Paul, groan and sigh in anticipation for a heavenly body. One that doesn’t host migraines. One that, to be honest, I just don’t have to think about. I’m not ruled by appearance, health scares, comparison and failure. (What’s it like to not have back pain? Just curious.) I’m learning that an aging face is a blessing- a life marked by survival in a world where so much harm is available. But also, it’s like staring into the face of sin. Death. A reminder that although God has conquered death, these bodies fail us slowly and we are but a mist that is seen and then disappears (James 4:14).
Think back on your day. What steered your choices today? Was it love of yourself? Love of others? We are either being compelled by God or ourselves. Slowly, as we draw more near to him, our heart’s align more and more with his and we are controlled by God’s love.