Someone Standing in Our Mess

Hebrews 4:14-5:10

Hebrews 4:14–5:10 ESV

Since then we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus, the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin. Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need. For every high priest chosen from among men is appointed to act on behalf of men in relation to God, to offer gifts and sacrifices for sins. He can deal gently with the ignorant and wayward, since he himself is beset with weakness. Because of this he is obligated to offer sacrifice for his own sins just as he does for those of the people. And no one takes this honor for himself, but only when called by God, just as Aaron was. So also Christ did not exalt himself to be made a high priest, but was appointed by him who said to him, “You are my Son, today I have begotten you”; as he says also in another place, “You are a priest forever, after the order of Melchizedek.” In the days of his flesh, Jesus offered up prayers and supplications, with loud cries and tears, to him who was able to save him from death, and he was heard because of his reverence. Although he was a son, he learned obedience through what he suffered. And being made perfect, he became the source of eternal salvation to all who obey him, being designated by God a high priest after the order of Melchizedek.

If I were to describe myself growing up, a top word on that list would be “messy”. For as long as I remember I have been really good at making messes.

Many of you know I love to make things, I am a wood worker, leather crafter, 3D modeler, I love to make stuff. I get that from my dad. For example, In middle school, my mom got a new treadmill and instead of throwing out the old my dad and I took the motor and controls out of the old treadmill first.

So we took apart the treadmill and ended up with the control panel which controlled the speed and the this spinning cyndrical motor that would go real fast.

I had a lot of ideas for this thing, I was pretty sure I could make an electric car the only problem was I would need a really really long extension cord to get anywhere as you can imagine, my dad and I talked about a bunch of ideas and we were really excited to work on a project together with it.

One day I had my friend over and we were bored so we decided to take out the motor and play with it. Basically we were trying to see what it could do.

My dad said it was okay as long as I didn’t break it. I shrugged him off and was like, dad I am not going to break it.

I decided I wanted to use the motor to transport stuff over long distances. My idea was if i, well the rope got all tied up and fried the motor.

I wasn’t sure what to do, my dad was inside and he was excited about this motor… and here’s the thing about my dad.

He would always say to me Jackson, you can tell me anything and I can handle it, the only thing I can’t handle is you lieing to me.

For some reason that worked on me because I would never lie to my dad, but.. I would hide from my dad. He had heard a noise and I

went inside told him everything was fine.

I did all I could to try and fix it, started taking the motor apart, doing all I knew to do and eventually I realized, I was not going to be able to fix the motor.

My friend went home and I knew I couldn’t hide it from my dad anymore so I told him.

I felt terrible my dad was excited about this motor, him and I were going to do this project together and I had ruined it!

I remember feeling sick to my stomach with guilt. The garage was a mess

Dad, I made a mess, I tried to fix it, but I can’t I’m sorry.

If I were to describe myself growing up, a top word on that list would be “messy”. For as long as I remember I have been really good at making messes.

My Dad ended up fixing the motor, but unfortunately not all things are as easy to fix as a motor.

I feel like I have been trying to fix myself for 20 years and