John 3:26-31 (NASB). “And they came to John and said to him, “Rabbi, He who was with you beyond the Jordan, to whom you have testified—behold, He is baptizing and all the people are coming to Him.” John replied, “A person can receive not even one thing unless it has been given to him from heaven. You yourselves are my witnesses that I said, ‘I am not the Christ,’ but, ‘I have been sent ahead of Him.’ He who has the bride is the groom; but the friend of the groom, who stands and listens to him, rejoices greatly because of the groom’s voice. So this joy of mine has been made full. He must increase, but I must decrease. “He who comes from above is above all; the one who is only from the earth is of the earth and speaks of the earth. He who comes from heaven is above all.”
Matthew 11:9-10 (NASB). “But what did you go out to see? A prophet? Yes, I tell you, and one who is more than a prophet. This is the one about whom it is written: ‘Behold, I am sending My messenger ahead of You, Who will prepare Your way before You.’”
John 1:29 (NKJV). “The next day John saw Jesus coming toward him, and said, “Behold! The Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world!”
“Faith to Be Less” By In Touch ministries:
“Smaller roles in God’s kingdom don’t have smaller joy.”
“In today’s passage, we see the disciples of John the Baptist showing concern for their leader, or perhaps for the viability of his ministry. “The one you identified as the Messiah is also baptizing people,” they said, “and everybody is going to him instead of coming to us” (v. 26 NLT). They knew John wasn’t the Messiah, or at least that he said he wasn’t. Perhaps they hoped his ministry would continue to be relevant, and that he’d receive the respect he deserved as a prophet. For these reasons, John’s response may have surprised them.
“This joy of mine has been made full,” he said. “[Jesus] must increase, but I must decrease” (vv. 29-30). John’s faith in Christ enabled him to handle being less. His faith meant stepping from center stage into the shadows. But John had no sadness or regret; he felt only complete joy.
The Baptizer understood his role. His faithful service—which Jesus acknowledged after Herod had John arrested (Matthew 11:9-10)—was just that: service. John recognized that his primary work was to set the stage for the Messiah.
Our role in God’s work is similar. Like John, let us find our fullest joy in bearing witness, embracing the lesser role that points to the Savior and says, “Behold, the Lamb of God!” (John 1:29).
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~ Scriptures about forgiveness ~
Matthew 6:15
"But if you do not forgive others their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses."
Ephesians 4:32
"Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you."
Colossians 3:13
"Bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive."
Daniel 9:9
"To the Lord our God belong mercy and forgiveness, for we have rebelled against him."
Romans 3:23
"For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God."
Proverbs 10:12
"Hatred stirs up strife, but love covers all offenses."
Micah 7:18
"Who is a God like you, pardoning iniquity and passing over transgression for the remnant of his inheritance? He does not retain his anger forever, because he delights in steadfast love."
Mark 11:25
"And when ye stand praying, forgive, if ye have ought against any: that your Father also which is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses."
Luke 17:3-4
"Take heed to yourselves: If thy brother trespass against thee, rebuke him; and if he repent, forgive him."
Luke 6:37
"Judge not, and ye shall not be judged: condemn not, and ye shall not be condemned: forgive, and ye shall be forgiven:"
Matthew 6:14
"For if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you:"
1 John 1:9
"If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness."
Isaiah 1:8
"Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool."
James 5:16
"Confess your faults one to another, and pray one for another, that ye may be healed. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man availeth much."
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Day 11: Drag
Dean cups his hand around the flame just like Dad taught him to. The sharp spell of the smoke calms him, even before he takes his first drag.
Dad showed how to smoke a cigarette when Dean was eight, the pair of them standing on Bobby’s porch. Inside, Bobby was fuming at Dad. Outside, Dad was still breathing heavily from all the yelling.
Sammy was playing in the yard beyond, rolling around a toy dump truck Bobby had pulled from god knows where.
As Dean and Sam got older, they became the main reason Dad snuck away for a cigarette. He’d brood under the eave of the motel six, half hidden in shadow, and, from the window, Dean would watch the curl of smoke drift up and up.
Sammy used to lecture Dad about it, once he was old enough to understand the anti-smoking PSAs on TVs. Sammy would yell at Dad; Dad would yell at Sammy for yelling at him; Sammy would say something like, if the monsters won’t kill you first, those cancer sticks will!; and Dad would go out into the parking lot for a smoke, the motel door slamming behind him.
This motel is fancier than Dad used to go for, no water stained ceilings or funky smell in the shower. The lights under the eave actually work, so Dean sees exactly what he’s doing as he inhales his first drag.
He blows the smoke from his mouth, watching it drift up and up.
The nicotine hits him slowly. The tension dribbles away from his shoulders and neck, his spine sloping as he leans against the wall.
Dean flicks the cigarette, scattering ashes over the cement floor outside the motel door. He takes another drag, trying to focus on the steady motion of his hands and the crickets chirping in the shadows beyond.
The door opens behind him, and Dean doesn’t turn around.
“Dean?”
Dean doesn’t respond, but his lips tighten around his cigarette before he catches himself. He exhales half-a-beat off his rhythm.
“I think you misunderstood me.”
Dean closes his eyes, inhaling deeply.
“I didn’t mean to say you were incompetent or couldn’t finish the hunt,” Cas continues. “I’m just… worried about you.” He heaves a heavy sigh. “You seem so different lately,” he says quietly.
Dean turns around.
Cas frowns at the cigarette in his hand. “You’ve been sleeping more; you almost slept a whole eight hours last night.”
Dean narrows his eyes.
“Your appetite has changed,” Cas continues, his voice tight. “You last ate a bacon cheeseburger sixteen ago. You ordered a chicken sandwich at dinner, and the chicken wasn’t even stuffed inside a duck or turkey.”
“The last turducken I ate had farm-to-table Leviathan benzos in it, so I’m not sure where you got the idea they’re my favorite,” Dean says, amused despite himself. All Cas has been saying is true; the angel has a photographic memory. He’d be an idiot to deny any of it (not that he hasn’t done it before).
“You’ve been more irritated and short-tempered too,” Cas barrels on. “And every predominant theory in modern psychiatry dictates major changes in lifestyle like these can be warning signs of an impending mental health emergency.”
Dean takes a long drag of his cigarette so he doesn’t burst out laughing right in Cas’s face. “Alright, Sherlock, you caught me.”
Cas’s gaze rakes up and down Dean’s whole body, like one of his freaky angel powers includes diagnosis by sight alone.
“I’ve been sleeping more because I’ve been more relaxed,” Dean says with a small smile. “No impending apocalypse for the first time in fifteen years will do that to you.”
“But –”
“I got a chicken sandwich because, for the first time, I care if I fall dead from a heart attack at 55,” Dean says with a grimace. “Before, I always thought I wouldn’t see forty, but since the big four-oh has come and gone, it might happen.” He points an unwavering finger in Cas’s face. “Don’t you dare tell Sammy. Next thing you know, he’ll be ordering salads for me, and that’s not a line I’m willing to cross.”
Slowly, Cas shakes his head in agreement.
“What was the last thing?” Dean asks.
“You’ve been especially irritated lately.”
Dean resists the urge to make a face and prove Cas’s point. “Yeah, well that’s half your fault.”
“How?”
“You wanna talk about feelings all the time!”
Cas blinks. “Because that’s what people in a relationship do. Communication is the most important skill for couples to master.”
Dean purses his lips. “Where’d you learn that, Cosmo?”
“Teen Vogue.”
“Jesus Christ,” Dean rubs his hand down his face, “you’re unbelievable.”
“See, this is exactly what I’m talking about –”
“I didn’t mean it in a bad way,” Dean says wearily. “I have no idea what I’m doing, and fuck knows I’m never gonna read Seventeen or whatever, so if you say we should talking about that shit, I will talk about it, okay? Just don’t expect me to get it right on the first try – or twentieth.”
Cas just looks at him, his eyes huge.
“So,” Dean says gruffly, “everything’s fine. I’m fine. I’m not gonna jump off a bridge when I’m happier than I’ve been in just about ever.”
“Jeopardy! is about to start,” Cas says, tilting his head significantly back to their motel room. “You should come inside.”
Dean rolls his eyes. “You know that’s playing dirty.”
“You’ve been very invested in Celebrity Jeopardy for the past few weeks,” Cas says primply. “I know you’d be disappointed if you missed it.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m comin’.” Dean drops his cigarette on the ground and grinds out the remaining embers with the toe of his boot.
“Also, you shouldn’t smoke. It’s bad for your health.”
“Aw,” Dean leans in to kiss Cas’s cheek, “you sound like Sammy.”
“Perish the thought,” Cas deadpans.
“Yeah, we wouldn’t want that.” He opens the motel door and gestures Cas inside. “People might think you’re a weirdo.”
Cas sighs. “Because that’s never happened before.”
Dean grins as he lets the door close behind them. “Hey, man, you said it, not me.”
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