An instrument is silent until, it is in the hands of the artist. From this the artist provides expression through the instrument.
The instrument has no will other than the artists expression.
This is our calling to know Him that is Life, and to be conformed to Him by our death, death to ego, the fallen nature we, born of a woman each carry.
And to be resurrected in our hearts by His Word. To become a vessel or an instrument of honor, all to the praise of His glory. Born again not of flesh but of Spirit, not of the will of man, but of the will of God.
As an instrument in His Hands
We have this Treasure in jars of clay, all to express the essence of the Light that is in us, from our obedience in Faith through His Grace.
It’s not us but God who’s essence, fragrance, or expression that we exude.
Instrument in His hands, His voice, and by His Spirit.
“I believe, know, see, or understand, therefore I speak Life, Let there be Light!”