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“Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself up for her, so that He might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word, that He might present to Himself the church in all her glory, having no spot or wrinkle or any such thing; but that she would be holy and blameless” (Ephesians 5:25-27).

If the husband is the head of the house, then he leads the way.  The world leads one way and Christ leads another.  The world does so by force and Christ does this in love.  This speaks of love.  If a husband is willing to die for his wife, does it not make sense that she would be willing to follow?  Husbands are to love their wives as Christ loves the church.  The depth of this is beyond our ability to fully grasp.

Whether called to lead or follow, teach me the role and how to live it according to Your Word, O Lord.  Let me not follow the way of the world, which is just so much contention and strife.  Help me to walk in the way You have established and to go down the path You have created.  Help me to lift up others and learn to love as You love.  In You alone can this be done.  Guide me so that I may truly be one who follows You.

Lord Jesus, You have loved us so much that You gave up Your life in order that we may have true life.  In that kind of love, teach me to lead where I am called to lead and to follow where I am called to follow.  Teach me the difference and give me the humility to follow whomever You appoint.  May I be found faithful at life’s end, having done things the way You would have me do them.  Amen.

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  • Larry E Barnard says:

    Pastor: Thank you for your devotions. Your commentary has been accurate, direct and challenging. I look forward to them and share them with my friends. Thank you

  • Jeffray S Greene says:

    Thank you and continued Blessings

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