I feel like an octopus. Not many armed (but maybe a very big head), I feel pulled out of the water and beaten, then hung out in the sun to dry. Does that seem violent to you? It doesn’t to me.
As a delicacy, I love octopus. But what I love about that image of the octopus is that once it’s take out of its element, it is beaten upon the rocks. I mean, really beaten mercilessly and then hung to dry in order for it to become the most excellent delicacy. Do you see the spiritual message there?
Our life in Christ (if it’s in the comfort of our everyday existence, where all our needs are met) may seem good but the truth of the matter is something better is waiting for us, where we’re taken out of our comfort zone and beaten. Not punished, but beaten, not to be broken but to be made soft, losing control of our selfishness / worldliness and then presented as a fine delicacy which belongs to the master of life.
I’m thankful for this beating because I want to be presented to my Lord whole and unblemished. On my own, I know I can’t do it. I know that after this beating, there will be tremendous delicacy, a soft heart, a soft soul where the master will be well pleased.