You know its pretty funny to sit with educated folk. They mostly talk as we do. . . . . A lot of common talk and such like. They don't parse their verbs right and they don't properly enuciate all of the proper consonants. By and large, this is very refreshing.
It is an observation of mine that I will demonstrate my mastery of a matter by my actions and my words. I work amongst some of the most educated people of our society, and it is on a regular basis that I understand that prolonged education sometimes misses its intended mark, while others demonstrate a high degree of mentation without shouting about it.
Also what I learned last year is out of date.. . . I must continue to learn in my chosen field. The area in which I work demands that new matters and new techniques be applied to face old familiar enemies of the body. Those errant issues of the heart have been with us long and will continue to be with us until the coming of Jesus.
There is a lot of spiritual application of this matter. What was good for the battle yesterday will not fight todays battle today. While some constants remain, the disease of sin is progressive in society. In fact, those weights and sins that so easily doth beset are in constant need of a healthy dose of new understanding of scripture, a new dose of repentence.
My degrees of yesterday mark only the battles that I have faced and hopefully allow me a better degree of understanding of the battle and how to fight. But still, there is a new wilderness that needs taming and the learnings and leanings of yesterday are quite confined and not far enough reaching to get me through. Perhaps this is why the mercies of God are renewed every day. Perhaps I take liberty with the context of this scripture, but humor me if so.
I need a new degree in mercy, in dedication, in revelation every day. Paul would have said of him that much learning made him "mad." Perhaps it was that the more understanding he had of the issues of life, the more that he would understand his absolute, unabashed degree of need. I have need of Him. The older I get the more I understand that I am a man much more in need of a Savior than I did just yesterday. . . or the day before. . . .Or the past year.
Whether I gained the knowledge and matriculated magna cum laude via a university or a college, or it came on the chin of the school of hard knocks, I cannot allow those lessons to blind my vision of what is in the headlights of this trial or lesson. See, those degrees are based on yesterdays' knowledge and yesterdays' battles, and they may not be the answer to today.
In this sense, my education is regressive, it was designed to treat yesterday's questions and problems, and I struggle to a new day of understanding. I reach forward. . .trying to forget those things of the past. . . and yet remembering the basics of what keep me grounded but also understanding that the more I edge toward the Crystal City, the battles loom larger.
After all is said and done. . . . . I find myself back at the greatest classroom of the ages, hunched forward in the Garden of Pressing, and crawling to the Cross. . . the wonderful Cross.
The lesson of everyday is this. . . .
I am very much a man in need of a Savior.
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