2 Corinthians 4:7-12“This Fragile Christian Life”
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But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is fromGod and not from us.
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We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, butnot in despair;
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persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.
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Wealways carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also berevealed in our body.
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For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus’ sake, so that his life may be revealed in our mortal body.
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So then, death is atwork in us, but life is at work in you.Brothers and Sisters in Christ,[introduction]A couple of months ago Nathalie and I put together a soccer team to play in the CalvinCollege intramural soccer league. We gathered a group of seminary students and their spouses to have some fun and fellowship and get a bit of exercise after a long winter of studying.We signed our team up and the day arrived when we had to play our first game. It was awonderful day. The sun was shining, the grass was dry, and there was a cool, pleasant breeze blowing across the field.My team arrived a bit early so that we could warm up and I was feeling pretty good aboutour chances. A number of us had played some indoor soccer together and I knew that wehad some talent on our side. Maybe we’d have a bit of rust from a couple of months off but I was sure that we’d be competitive.…And then the college team arrived…It was like a scene from an ancient Greek history book. Young bodies carved in stone andmarble. Tall and lean – they were the embodiment of youth and strength. Looking at themI realized that they had muscles in places that I didn’t think the human body had muscles.I looked at the college team and then I looked back to my own. Shorter, rounder, a little bit older, and slower. I realized then that maybe we were in over our heads.By the end of the game the college kids had barely broken a sweat. They ran and randrawing energy from what seemed to be an inexhaustible supply. My team, however, layin a broken pile at the side of the field. Battered, bruised, and exhausted we werewondering where our youth had gone and just how long ago we had lost it.My friends, as we begin to lose our youth we also begin to see the effect of time on our bodies. We become weathered. We don’t heal as quickly. We’re not as fast or as strong as1
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