The Broken God

Just a short thought for you all tonight from the book of I Samuel.

The Israelites were heading out to fight the Philistines once again. And once again, they were trying to do it on their own. They never seemed to get it, that God was their warrior, their hero, their triumph.

So this time, after a rousing defeat, they decided to get the Ark of the Covenant from the sanctuary and bring it with them into the battle. How could they lose with God's ark right there with them?

It was sin. And they did lose.

The unthinkable happened. The ark was captured by the Philistines.

After the Philistines had captured the ark, they took it and placed it in their temple, beside their god, Dagon. The next morning Dagon was found on the ground, fallen on his face.

And here is this amazing thought. I Samuel 5:3 "They took Dagon and put him back in his place."

Have you ever had to pick your God up and put him back in His place?

The following morning they once again found Dagon fallen on his face with his head and his hands broken off.

Friends, this is what I want you to repeat today...and tomorrow...and the next day. When your future is cloudy and your mountain is too steep; when the darkness presses in:

My God NEVER has to be picked up. My God NEVER has to be put back in His place. My God NEVER has to be dusted off, cleaned up, or pieced back together.

In fact, my God picks ME up...
He dusts ME off...
He puts ME back together...
and He sets ME back on my feet!

Amen.