Reading Commentary on the Epistle to the Galatians using http://stanza.lexcycle.com.

“CHAPTER 2”:

Samson, David, and many other excellent men, fell into grievous sins. Job and Jeremiah cursed the day of their birth. Elijah and Jonah became weary of life and prayed for death. Such offenses on the part of the saints, the Scriptures record for the comfort of those who are near despair.

No person has ever sunk so low that he cannot rise again. On the other hand, no man’s standing is so secure that he may not fall.

If Peter fell, I may fall. If he rose again, I may rise again. We have the same gifts that they had, the same Christ, the same baptism and the same Gospel, the same forgiveness of sins. They needed these saving ordinances just as much as we do.

For those of you that saw the Facebook post… yeah, my car got broken into.

Glass everywhere. All my stuff in the car was scattered.

What had happened was…

I was inside of the studio recording a couple tracks for my newest album “Infectious Liberty” (which will be a pretty bananas project -artwork by my people at RC Nelson Creative, awesome musical comps and guests) All they took was my phone mount. Maybe they had a GPS to put up in their car but, apparently they needed that mount more than I did. So what did I do? (besides walk around all the broken glass on the ground, of course) Well, I could have busted out the “God, how could you do this to me, after I’ve been doing so much for you? It’s 35 degrees outside… why put me out like that?” Nah, not my style. Plus I’m not sure God is down with whiny people. Just an opinion.

I drove home and PRAISED Him for still having a car.

I’m not posting this to say I’m some kind of super-Christian looking for a pat on the back. I AM posting this to say that YOU can easily make 1 Thessalonians 5:18 a reality in your life:

“Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you who belong to Christ Jesus.”

It’s a simple concept, sure. In my circumstance, however, it could have been easy for most people to shut down, cuss somebody out, and hate life. Come on now, its just a broken window. It’s not that serious! Even if it was more traumatic event I understand that I never had control anyway. Read that last sentence again if you didn’t get it. I have no control over the thoughts of a thief/criminal. Why cry over some broken glass? God has better things for me than that.   [CM]