New American Standard
Therefore, putting aside all filthiness and all that remains of wickedness, in humility receive the word implanted, which is able to save your souls.
In simple humility, let our gardener, God, landscape you with the Word, making a salvation-garden of your life.
We’ve been talking about hearing the Word of God in our lives. Reading scripture, listening to Christian music, attending worship services, watching Christian TV, reading Christian oriented books and magazines. In order to hear what God is telling us we have to “put aside”, get rid of anything that hinders us from hearing. Think of it this way. That wax buildup in your ear that causes you to be deaf, the wax is sin. You have to clean your heart of the sin just like you would have to clean your ear to hear.
Then he says, receive in humility the word implanted. That basically means to have a teachable spirit. A heart that longs to be taught by God and be a willing student.
Way back on the second day of this study I talked about what it means to receive Christ into your heart. Confess your sins, acknowledge that He died for your sins, was raised from the dead, and lives today in Heaven with God the Father. Make Him the Lord of you Life. In order to make that happen you have to work at it and listen to what He’s telling you. In order to do that you have to listen to His Word in whatever way you can and do it humbly, wanting to be taught. In order for any of this “accepting Jesus, going to heaven” stuff to make any sense at all you have to believe what the Bible says. If you don’t start with that premise then God is either a hoax or a liar and all that “big bang” theory stuff is true. (Speaking of big bang theory, I liken that to a tornado going in one side of an auto junkyard and depositing a brand new shiny Corvette on the other) . Unfortunately some people, given the choice, have taken that path. They don’t believe the Bible can be true even though it was written by the eye witnesses to Jesus’ walk on earth. Hopefully you haven’t taken that path because the Bible is the truth and the more you read and let your mind soak it in, the more sense it makes and the closer you will be to Him.
I read something recently that hits the mark in Max Lucado’s book “Just Like Jesus Devotional”. I’d like to share it with you.
I’d like to tell you the story of the dancers who had no music. Can you imagine how hard that would be? Dancing with no music. Day after day they came to the great hall just off the corner of Main and Broadway. They brought their wives. They brought their husbands. They brought their children and their hopes. They came to dance. The hall was prepared for a dance. Streamers hung. Punch bowls filled. Chairs were placed against the walls. People arrived and sat, knowing they had come to a dance but not knowing how to dance because they had no music. They had balloons. They had cake. They even had a stage on which the musicians could play. But they had no musicians. One time a lanky fellow claimed to be a musician. He sure looked the part, what with his belly length beard and fancy violin. He stood before them and pulled the violin out of the case and placed it beneath his chin. Now we will dance they thought, but they were wrong. For though he had a violin, his violin had no strings. The pushing and pulling of his bow sounded like the creaking of an unoiled door. Who can dance to a sound like that? So the dancers took their seats again…Some tried to dance without the music. One wife convinced her husband to give it a try, so out on the floor they stepped, she dancing her way and he his. A few tried to follow their cue, but since there was no cue, they didn’t know how to follow. The result was a dozen or so dancers with no music, going this way and that, bumping into each other and causing more than one observer to seek safety behind a chair. Those dancers grew weary, and everyone resumed the task of sitting and staring and wondering if anything was ever going to happen. And then one day it did.
Not everyone saw him enter. Only a few. Nothing about his appearance would compel your attention. His looks were common, but his music was not. He began to sing a song, soft and sweet, kind and compelling. His song took the chill out of the air and brought a summer sunset glow to the heart. And as he sang, people stood, – a few at first, then many – and they began to dance. Together. Flowing to a music they had never heard before, they danced. Some, however, remained seated. What kind of musician is this who never mounts the stage? Who brings no band. Who has no costume. Why musicians don’t just walk in off the street. They have an entourage, a reputation, a persona to project and protect. Why, this fellow scarcely mentioned his name! “How can we know what you sing is actually music?” they challenged. His reply was to the point, “Let the man who has ears to hear use them.” But the non-dancers refused to hear. So they refused to dance. Many still refuse. The musician comes and sings. Some dance, some don’t. Some find music for life; others live in silence. To those who miss the music, the musician gives the same appeal: “Let the man who has ears to hear use them.”