Every Day
I come to my senses and again find myself standing in the open space of a judges court. Although no one is here with me, I still hear the crowds. The condemning words of a blinded people. Their hatred and fear driving their words, spurning each other on. No mercy is given, and the judgement comes. As every morning, I now hear him calling my name. I won't refuse. I will go. I always do.
As you can guess, I've been here before. I face this each morning and each day it is more powerful. The tears roll down my face and I drop my head and stare down at my feet, already knowing what to expect. There it is, the trail I have followed, the path I will take. Today it is more worn than yesterday, less worn however than you would expect it to be. It seems that fewer people are walking this path lately but the path is always clear.
Almost weary this morning, I head up the path. On the way out of the court, I take up my burden and follow the crimson path out of the city. My burden is light this morning but walking the path is still long. It takes a concious effort for us to do this daily. Sore feet begin to crack open again, adding my blood to the path. It's OK though, it's not my blood nor my pain that matters. I must answer the call.
I reach the foot of the hill and instinctively look up at the tree. The majesty washes over me, catching me off gaurd again today. From the hill, blood flows freely down. Nothing can impede it. Nothing can redirect it. It is a redemptive force unto it's self and the call resounds even louder now. Heeding the call, I have to reach the top, so I step into the flow. As soon as I enter the flow, the blood washes over me and I know that there is no way I can simply walk up against the current. I fall to my knees and crawl the rest of the way, the blood washing over me as I go.
Still on my knees, I reach the top and marvel again that the tree has became a throne. Looking up on the throne sits my God and Saviour. Reaching out to me with his hands, he says "Rise my good and faithful servant." and I wonder if today will be the day. As I stand, I am suddenly back in my bedroom knowing that this ins't yet the day. The early morning light welcoming me through the window. Even though today wasn't the day I yearn for, some day I know that after I stand he will ask me to sit with him. For now however, I thank him for everything he gives us and begin a new day.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Future"tense"?
Time is a consumable possession invented by men with limited amounts of it left. Constraints to it are limited by our knowledge and understanding of it. A lifetime, is our invented measure for the space we occupy. We can no more imagine what an eternity is than we can imagine what it means to "be" God.
From limited amounts of scripture, Men build a picture of the place where we will spend an eterninty. Then we take those scriptures and conform Heaven to our world. Trying to limit it to our knowledge of past and present. Even the very senses we have, (sight, sound, smell, touch etc..) may be mere reflections of a totally unknown set of senses we may yet have to come.
Be wary of expecting to use Heaven to complete anything we started here on this Earth. Our only thing left for completion when we leave will be our perfection in Christ and that will be done for us. Do not try to limit the mind of God over such matters. Those expecting to sit on clouds while playing harps have yet to fathom even a hint at what God has in store. Do you not have the word of God to convince you of what great things will surely come? Are you so wrapped up in this present world that even Heaven must conform to it? Would you really limit such blessing to what you know of life here? Is the flesh so desirable that you really want to continue in it?
What must we seek in order to be perfected in Christ? Then how much more should we anticipate our pleasure when it is found for an eternity? Ahh, the Blessed Hope is not Elusive. Searching eagerly and consitently we will find it. Knocking, seeking and asking is our instruction. Eternity with God is our expectation. Don't limit what will come, and don't require more than being with God.
Time is a consumable possession invented by men with limited amounts of it left. Constraints to it are limited by our knowledge and understanding of it. A lifetime, is our invented measure for the space we occupy. We can no more imagine what an eternity is than we can imagine what it means to "be" God.
From limited amounts of scripture, Men build a picture of the place where we will spend an eterninty. Then we take those scriptures and conform Heaven to our world. Trying to limit it to our knowledge of past and present. Even the very senses we have, (sight, sound, smell, touch etc..) may be mere reflections of a totally unknown set of senses we may yet have to come.
Be wary of expecting to use Heaven to complete anything we started here on this Earth. Our only thing left for completion when we leave will be our perfection in Christ and that will be done for us. Do not try to limit the mind of God over such matters. Those expecting to sit on clouds while playing harps have yet to fathom even a hint at what God has in store. Do you not have the word of God to convince you of what great things will surely come? Are you so wrapped up in this present world that even Heaven must conform to it? Would you really limit such blessing to what you know of life here? Is the flesh so desirable that you really want to continue in it?
What must we seek in order to be perfected in Christ? Then how much more should we anticipate our pleasure when it is found for an eternity? Ahh, the Blessed Hope is not Elusive. Searching eagerly and consitently we will find it. Knocking, seeking and asking is our instruction. Eternity with God is our expectation. Don't limit what will come, and don't require more than being with God.
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