Monday: Psalm 105, 1 Samuel 31, Colossians 2.20-3.11

from Megan Pinckard

“Put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge after the image of its creator. Here there is not Greek and Jew, circumcised and uncircumcised, barbarian, Scythian, slave, free; but Christ is all, and in all.” 

I have to do it everyday. I go through them so quickly. Minute by minute the grime and grimness wears them threadbare. It might start with a complaint as I get out of bed. It might begin with a lobbed curse at a dangerous driver. It could begin again with ignoring a stranger in need, forgoing a friend, gossiping about a coworker, cutting off a family member, cutting off another driver on the road. 

It may be that I’ve just neglected to pray. 

But one way or another--one minute or the next--I must put on my new self. I must surrender myself to Christ again to clothe me with himself. Renewed, day by day by day. Funny, that only with Christ in me can I really be myself. So often I feel out of bounds with reality, let alone with whom I’m meant to be. There is Christ for that. 

There, there is Christ in that smile. There is Christ in his giving. There is Christ in her encouragement. There is Christ in their counselling. Little Christs, everywhere, burning lights blazing. When I am not myself, when I am my old self, there is Christ again, serving me. Suddenly I am my self again. I shine. 

Megan Pinckard buys books and toys for a living. She also buys too many books for herself.