I John 2:1 We have an advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous.
In preparation for our upcoming LifeBoat starting on Feb. 8 at 7 pm at my home on The Power of God’s Names, Cindy and I have been reading a book titled The Name Above Every Name by Herbert C. Gabhart. The name Advocate stuck out to me.
In 5th grade, I had an incident. As you can tell, I am not the tallest person here. I never grew to my full height and in 5th grade, I was even shorter. In fact, I was probably the shortest kid in class. As a result, I was often shoved around.
On this sunny day, we were playing kickball at lunchtime. Kickball is like baseball, only you kick the ball instead of batting it. Being the shortest kid, I was usually picked last and told where to play. I played catcher.
My team was able to retire the other team in short order, so it was our time to kick. Since I was already at the home plate, I got there first. I was a nice guy and let someone else go first. All of a sudden, I was being pushed and shoved as other kids started to cut in front of me. Next thing I know, I’m being pulled roughly out of line and being scolded by the principal for cutting in line. As I tried to plead my case, he got madder and told me to go back to my room.
Needless to say, I was very upset for being wrongfully accused and missing out on playtime. My school room had a walk-in coat closet and I was hiding in there, sobbing a bit. My teacher, Miss McNitt, shows up and asks what’s wrong. I explained the situation. She told me to wait there. Next thing I know, she comes back with the principal in tow. She asks him what his story was. After listening, she lit into him. She was a taller woman, but of course, in those days, everyone was tall to me. She towered over this guy. She gave him both barrels, reloaded and gave it to him again. She said, “I have taught this boy’s older sister and brother and now him. I have never met more well-behaved children. I believe his story more than yours. If you ever doubt him again, you will have to deal with me.” She told me if he ever gave me any more trouble again, to come talk to her. I had an advocate.
Advocate: one who pleads the cause of another; specifically, one who pleads the cause of another before a tribunal or judicial court (Merriam-Webster.com)
Of course, you know who my teacher was in 6th grade…the principal. Not a good year for me.
Time has passed. Miss McNitt got married and became Mrs. Charm. I’ve lost track of Mrs. Charm. I have lost track of my advocate.
We have an advocate in Jesus Christ. He said He would never leave me nor forsake me. He said I am in His Hand and no one can pluck me out. He is my advocate. On the day I stand before God the Father and if I try to plead my case, as I did in 5th grade, I will be sent away. But, Jesus, My Advocate, My Lord, My Savior, will advocate for me. He will tower over the accuser and my case will be won.
What an Advocate we have in Jesus Christ.
Mini-moral of this story: Don’t push me around or cut in front of me. I have an Advocate.
What a mighty God we serve.
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