Monday, August 23, 2010
As they say, too much of a good thing is not a good thing at all. I'll be back when God releases me from this obedience.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Who am I to know such presence? My frail body cannot handle it, but every part of it screams for more. Is this the normal Christian life?
I've wasted so many years cursing my body and my soul with depravity, all the while ignorance chained me to darkness (with the help of a few of his friends). But redemption waited so patiently for me as my bood cried out for restoration. The war raged in my veins until His timing was revealed and the angels praised Him as I was made new. And that is when I saw Him. My warrior prince was waiting. His arms reached out to help me up from myself and onto the back of His white horse. Cheesy? Probably. But nothing makes my heart beat wilder (besides the firey presence of God) than the thought of the One on the white horse, coming to redeem my blood by shedding His own. I will finish with this: The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom. Get some.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
But a different kind. Truly, it is, and in a very strange way. Like I’m looking out from my body but I’m sort of set apart from it. It’s strange, and I cannot think of a better word to illustrate this impression. Almost like a welcome shift in equilibrium. And I can’t tell if my soul is making itself separate because that’s what I’ve been asking or if my balance is off. It’s difficult for me to make myself aware in confidence of what I go through on my journey.
Mostly because I’ve never experienced it before. But also because no one’s ever told me how. No one but Jesus. And I’m so fallen and sinful that I should think I’m unworthy of hearing Him. But Jesus says I am.
Fortunately, it’s been made quite clear as of late that I can do nothing good and fruitful without Him. So to look at this logically, when I regard of myself doing good in the name of the Christ it is truly because the Christ lives in me. And it is He that uses my vessel for His Kingdom. It is He, not I. So, I have chosen Him and He has chosen me. And I maintain my belief that He is in me. Therefore my faith has sowed a seed inside of my own soul that I can and will be used by Him in any way He chooses. All because He lives here, and I believe. I can come unto His presence when I am made holy. If He died for me, I am made Holy. If He lives in me, I am made holy. If I am obedient, I am made holy. I am holy as He is holy. Because Jesus says I am.
The Lord commands
, “Be holy because I, the Lord your God am holy” Leviticus 19:1
“Consecrate yourselves and be holy” Leviticus 20:7”
“You are to be holy to me because I, the Lord, am holy and have set you apart from the nations to be my own” Leviticus 20:26.
So, Leviticus. If the men and women of the Old Testament could be made holy by keeping decrees and following them, certainly we of the 21st century are made holy through true faith and the saving grace of Jesus Christ, our atonement child.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
I feel more than I think one ought to feel at certain times and often long to feel it when it’s gone. But not here. I don't want for it here. Here, feelings flow abundant. Clean air mixed with flowing thought. Beautiful airways and open atmosphere dancing 'round my skin. Fresh emotion running wild.
I should think one day I’ll live in a town like this. A small town with God, where the livin’s easy. And I’d enjoy waking with the sun, and praying and worshiping and delighting in what He made for me. I’d sit on my oversized wraparound porch sipping coffee or hot chocolate, and relishing in God in me. Smiling at the ease and peace of His presence. And then pondering how to get more of it. I’d go for evening walks and I’d rest on the grass staring up at the stars, my personalized picture of hope, painted clearly in the night sky. And God would rest there staring back at me. And I would smile because I know He is near.
No new revelation today, just God. God all the time. God in me. Learning to be loved is tough, and learning to be loved by the King of all of creation seems an impossibility, but He’s teaching me and I am open. I’m learning to be LOVE too. I think that might be even tougher…being love in this fallen world when so many things beckon me away from love. Hate, rejection, bitterness; pain, condemnation, misunderstanding. No. Love. If not me, then who? God in me. Yes. Then love. Check. It seems so simple. Yeah ... seems.
Here is what I know. I want Him and nothing more. More than my next breath, He rises to become the King of my entire body, spirit, soul. My King, my Love.
Thursday, August 5, 2010