Monday: Psalm 91-92 & 1 Corinthians 15:20-28

From Scotland Huber

My expectations can at times be wildly unhelpful – even destructive.

It’s easy for me to look around at our world, or simply at my own personal character, and quickly question God’s transformative work. I expect that I should be living free from sin, that if God is working, I should be much holier. I expect that this world will gradually look more and more like the Kingdom of God, not the broken, unjust place I see in the news. With these disappointed expectations, how can I trust Him?

The error is in what I often expect God’s promises to look like. It is deeply true that a redeemed life and the Kingdom of God are available to us now, but my expectations keep me from seeing how God is truly working. And where my ultimate hope really needs to be.

Paul in 1 Corinthians 15 gives us a powerful explanation of the resurrection of Christ, and in our verses for today, is quick to point out that there is an order to how this resurrected life will come. “For as in Adam all die, so also in Christ shall all be made alive. But each in his own order: Christ the firstfruits, then at his coming those who belong to Christ. Then comes the end, when he delivers the kingdom to God the Father after destroying every rule and every authority and power (1 Cor 15:22-24).” We are not yet fully alive in Christ. Our world has not been fully delivered to the Kingdom of God.

These promises will come. The battle against sin and evil is won. Death is defeated. But we are currently in the tension before these promises see their ultimate conclusion. May God take hold of my expectations of perfection in this life and put it under the feet of the work of His Son. May He not allow my disappointments with ongoing sin and evil mar the amazing work He has done, continues to do, and will ultimately fulfill for us all. The real hope of His promise is made known to us through Christ, not in our own, or the world’s, success in the face of evil.

 

I am a husband, community health advocate, photographer and amateur music curator living in Dorchester. If I could eat a donut every day, I would.