In the fall I led a breakout session on the beatitude, "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for they will inherit the kingdom of God." I like what Eugene Peterson writes in The Message, "You are blessed when you are at the end of your rope. With less of you there is more of God and his rule."
I have been at the end of my rope...
not once, not twice, not three times, but a many times. And I don't know if I would say that I have always seen how being at the end of my rope allows for more of God and his rule in my life. But, it's like suffering. When we walk the road of suffering, we can either choose to put that suffering into life or bitter, death.
As we claw on the walls of the pit, knuckles bleeding, crying until we are hoarse is when we find ourselves laying face down on the dirt floor, empty. It's at this point we surrender. We wonder if it's a fools hope for hope?
The Jesus life is found when we are at the end of our rope. When the widow told Elijah, I have nothing for you to eat. I only have enough oil and flour to make some cakes for my son and me, then we will die. Yet, Elijah challenges her to test God’s faithfulness.