Sleep was sweet. I was dreaming about The Sticks Conference, running in slow motion as twigs fell softly on my full head of hair. I jerked! and startled myself. I woke to turn over in my bed but discovered someone had replaced my fully functioning left arm with a thick dead fish. At least that’s what it seemed. I felt nothing from my left shoulder down to my fingertips.
I lifted the “fish” in the air with my functioning right arm until the blood refilled the cavity. Slowly the dead fish became my arm once again. All was well. I went back to my slumber, back to The Sticks, and now Artie Davis dressed in a clown outfit (*what?!?*) …… zZzZZzZz.
THICK DEAD FISH
Jesus said in John 15 “apart from me you can do nothing.” I think he meant it. When our lifeline is severed from the flow of Lifeblood, we are about as useful as a thick dead fish. This is a tricky thing to wrap our minds around. You and I know what it’s like to do things in our own strength. It gives off the appearance that we are, in fact, accomplishing something. But make no mistake about it. We are dreaming. What Jesus said is true: apart from Him, we can do nothing.
Nothing. Wake up.