So often we just don't understand. It isn't that we can't interpret the language for we basically know the ins and outs of such. It's the meaning of what we are hearing, seeing, realizing that interpretation is quite often needed.
So often we just don't understand. What's the stress all about? Why the insults? Where's the relief from agitation; others or my own? When will worry ever come to an end? Left to ourselves, we have a great deal of difficulty deciphering exactly what's going on with me, with us, with them. We surely struggle to interpret the ongoings of our normal and routine existence.
So often we just don't understand. We need an interpreter. We are vulnerable to miscalculation if not severe misreading of the issues at hand. Therefore, I encourage you that Jesus' role is to not only make sense of the confusing lingo going on upon our paths day in and day out, but he is able to bring purpose and meaning to it.
Jesus understands. He's been among friends; even among enemies. Ah, sound familiar? Jesus knows life...and death. He experienced heartbreak and ache. In other words, he gets us. But more than that, he knows how to interpret the language of life which tends to baffle us.
When things go wrong, when offense flies your direction, and when the maze is beyond sorting, lean upon the interpreter of the human language. Jesus knows people. He was one. He serves us by explaining to Father precisely what it's like being a you and a me.
Let Jesus be your translator for too often we just can't seem to comprehend what it is that's going on all around us. God sent him in to sort it all out for us. Let. Him.
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