Saturday, May 21, 2016

Finding God

So much of life is given over to desperation. My sentience is the will I impose on what I call reality. The physical resists me. An unfathomable result, for isn't my perception the definition of truth? The pain I feel would seem to indicate not. Competing voices also make claims of entitlement to truth, but observation seems to show magnified pain, rather than relief. Any joy achieved is shallow and evaporates rather quickly, when in pursuit of appearances. Apparently it takes a miracle to wake up to the Director of the drama, for He is deeper than our perceptions!

There are many who have searched all around themselves, frantically looking for what was right in front of them all along. In His time, a prayer will make blind eyes see. For identity is a concept that cannot be realized in the dark. His light must come to us.

I testify that I had assumed that the knowledge of the truth would make the pain go away. In actuality, the pain became much more intense, but I could not deny Him after being witness to the miraculous. In Him, my pain becomes the validation of my identity, for it proves the enemy knows my name. Glory to the Lord!

Being of frail flesh, we get tired, and begin to resent the pain. He told me this would happen. I am too cowardly to question God, so instead, I began to hate my life, become depressed and despondent. Elijah knows. While the enemy assumes he has me sidelined, the Lord is teaching me great and mighty things!

 I learn how to be a conduit, of The Light of Glory, in the dark. I learn the temper and feel of who God IS, the vastness of His mercy and compassion, the dizzying heights of His perception and understanding, that He can receive my tormented weakness, and then use even evil forces, to
refashion me into His very own image, breathtakingly beautiful! He suffers with me as I suffer, to
redeem what was crushed, broken and untouchable, what seemed beyond repair. I am made into the representation of Him, in this world, to do the work He does so He can then use me to heal my small portion of the universe. It is when I lift Him up in the dark night of my soul, that my soul is transformed. I access the joy of heaven in the fearless, grateful worship of the King! I am incandescent and luminous with His glory! This burning JOY is indestructible!


Saturday, May 14, 2016

Retaining Innocence

The flashpoint, ground zero, is this grand drama of the cross,

The innocence of God exposed, naked, to the depths of our loss.

That all the intentionality of hell was focused here

Where hell was convinced it had won, was a mere

Part of His plan to multiply our peace and glory!

From the most hopeless of all nights with no dicernable victory

The way of mercy for sinners is discovered here

Where he put an end to our slavery and servitude to fear.

A conflagration of love has destroyed death's claim.

No one who has trusted in Him can ever be put to shame,

For on the immovable, exalted Rock of His Word they stand,

Their very vulnerability, protected, by His personal fulfillment of His own demand!

The light of His glory is of loving servitude.

Gracious surrender our image too, fashioned in the interlude,

The time it takes to grow in relationship with Him as King.

Those whom He loves, He lifts up to His throne on wings.

Any not driven by the need to know Him well

Will be abandoned to inconsolable devastation of their self created hell.

The One who created all and then gave all is qualified the judge of all

To elicit fervent self sacrificial giving, when we recall

We, who are His body are considered dead to the lies.

All calling to accountability for our crimes, with Him, dies.

Then sent forth in freedom bearing that innocence of God,

For that dance of wisdom and innocence in us, is no mere facade.

Only the Lord of Glory has gathered the wisdom of the ages,

Yet retains His joy in mercy, His innocence, which is contagious!