The Urge To Truckle
There's this 13-year-old in my neighborhood. He is well known around town and has quite the reputation. Mostly for doing things that he shouldn't. He lives with his mom and takes three needles daily for Type 1 Juvenile Diabetes.
He showed up at my house tonight. Apparently he got punched and kicked by another kid earlier today, even though he didn't "do" anything to deserve it. He said he just wanted to talk about it. He told me that he likes to talk to me when he's having a bad day.
Some of you reading this have met him, most of you haven't and never will. A few months ago he stopped me to ask where I was going. I told him I was on my way to church. He asked if he could come with me because he wanted God to heal him of diabetes. He has been at church about three or four times since.
His last name is Truckle.
This post is not as much about this kid as it is about his name. Ironically, I was doing an online search to find out if he had ever made the local news. Nope. Nothing about him on the net. But I DID discover the meaning of his name.
But don't we all? I know I do. All the time. And I usually feel like crap after the fact. The difference between me and my young neighbor? When HE goes through stuff that makes him feel like crap HE wants to talk about it! Because it makes him feel better. Plus, he also knows that I will pray for him, and usually asks me to do so.
Besides, nothing can separate me from God's love. Not even when I truckle.
He showed up at my house tonight. Apparently he got punched and kicked by another kid earlier today, even though he didn't "do" anything to deserve it. He said he just wanted to talk about it. He told me that he likes to talk to me when he's having a bad day.
Some of you reading this have met him, most of you haven't and never will. A few months ago he stopped me to ask where I was going. I told him I was on my way to church. He asked if he could come with me because he wanted God to heal him of diabetes. He has been at church about three or four times since.
His last name is Truckle.
This post is not as much about this kid as it is about his name. Ironically, I was doing an online search to find out if he had ever made the local news. Nope. Nothing about him on the net. But I DID discover the meaning of his name.
According to Princeton's WordNet Search v2.1, the verb truckle means: yield to out of weakness.And yes, very often this kid yields to things he shouldn't, out of weakness.
But don't we all? I know I do. All the time. And I usually feel like crap after the fact. The difference between me and my young neighbor? When HE goes through stuff that makes him feel like crap HE wants to talk about it! Because it makes him feel better. Plus, he also knows that I will pray for him, and usually asks me to do so.
What I don't understand about myself is that I decide one way, but then I act another, doing things I absolutely despise.Truckle + Confession + Grace = Power
I've tried everything and nothing helps. I'm at the end of my rope. Is there no one who can do anything for me? Isn't that the real question?
The answer, thank God, is that Jesus Christ can and does. He acted to set things right in this life of contradictions where I want to serve God with all my heart and mind, but am pulled by the influence of sin to do something totally different.
He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.
Make this your common practice: Confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you can live together whole and healed.
Besides, nothing can separate me from God's love. Not even when I truckle.
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9:33 AMI've never heard that name/word... I almost want to write a story with a character named "Truckle".
Funny isn't it how flawed we are when we take the time to stop, step back and really evaluate our actions and their motivations. No wonder humbleness is such a pre-requisit to God's moving.
12:29 AM
I read your post a couple of days ago and have been thinking about it. I do agree with you but I find that "truckling" doesn't take up much of my thinking even though I'm sure I "truckle" as much as anyone else.
I tend to live by "...if we walk in the light as He is in the light ... the blood of Jesus purifies us from all sin." As I continue to live the way God wants me to live, Jesus' blood is continually cleansing me. In the OT there was a sacrifice for sins committed unawares. I think Jesus' sacrifice covers my sins that I commit unaware.
So I don't keep short accounts with God; I keep no accounts with God because I'm continually being cleansed. (Of course if God convicts me on a particular issue I would definitely confess and receive His forgiveness.)
8:07 AM
Great Post! I "truckled" this morning.. when I slept instead of getting up to pray.. Then God and I had a good conversation about things.. and realized that in order to win in the big decisions, I have to win in the small ones first - feeding my hunger for God. If I make the decision to SIT UP in bed, getting up is just that much easier! Thanks!
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