In everything through prayer and supplication
I was praying tonight for a friend who is hurting and I found myself just asking God to be miraculous. To take a hopeless situation and make it something different. And then it hit me, God in His very nature is miraculous. I was asking Him to be and do what He was all along. Miraculous.
The splendor of God is beginning to amaze me. His paradox astounding. He made Himself nothing and yet He was everything. All God and all man. His wounds bring healing. His death brings life. And its these things, these truths, that you cannot understand until you know Him, until you've experienced Him.
Our speaker at church this morning talked about really believing the ressurecction. That a man who died a brutal death, who at the end of His life was so disfigured that His mother did not recognize Him, could get up three days later and walk - that it took belief in this to belive all the other things of the word. You cannot believe the ark without believing the resurection. You cannot believe that a boy killed a giant with a sling shot and some rocks, unless you believe to resurection. You cannot belive Jonah in the belly of a whale, unless you believe the miracle of Chirst rising from His grave. And even if you did believe all of those other things, what would they matter without the cross, without the grave, and without the very miracle that is Christ?
To walk like the two men on the road to Emmaus, and to still be grieving the loss of their Lord. To entertian the very body of Jesus, unaware. To think He was dead, to still feel the tears and the pain and the loss, only to take a walk with Him and not realize until He was gone. I suppose their came a greiving of another kind after that. The idea of being so caught up in loss to have missed the discovery. I think I walk around like that, so caught up in the bad that I miss the goodness. The gentle breeze that is the good and simple gift of God.
I have found in the past several days a freedom, and a longing. A reason to live purposefully. I think for the first time in my life I realized that I need my life to be about meeting the needs of others. To spend all of my days loving others, and ultimately leading them to Love. The very being of Love. I don't know what I'm going to be, but I know what I'm going to do - I'm going to be Jesus with skin on.
Like Enoch, who walked on with God, I just want to walk with Him everyday. To love His words, and His people, and His miraculousness.
The splendor of God is beginning to amaze me. His paradox astounding. He made Himself nothing and yet He was everything. All God and all man. His wounds bring healing. His death brings life. And its these things, these truths, that you cannot understand until you know Him, until you've experienced Him.
Our speaker at church this morning talked about really believing the ressurecction. That a man who died a brutal death, who at the end of His life was so disfigured that His mother did not recognize Him, could get up three days later and walk - that it took belief in this to belive all the other things of the word. You cannot believe the ark without believing the resurection. You cannot believe that a boy killed a giant with a sling shot and some rocks, unless you believe to resurection. You cannot belive Jonah in the belly of a whale, unless you believe the miracle of Chirst rising from His grave. And even if you did believe all of those other things, what would they matter without the cross, without the grave, and without the very miracle that is Christ?
To walk like the two men on the road to Emmaus, and to still be grieving the loss of their Lord. To entertian the very body of Jesus, unaware. To think He was dead, to still feel the tears and the pain and the loss, only to take a walk with Him and not realize until He was gone. I suppose their came a greiving of another kind after that. The idea of being so caught up in loss to have missed the discovery. I think I walk around like that, so caught up in the bad that I miss the goodness. The gentle breeze that is the good and simple gift of God.
I have found in the past several days a freedom, and a longing. A reason to live purposefully. I think for the first time in my life I realized that I need my life to be about meeting the needs of others. To spend all of my days loving others, and ultimately leading them to Love. The very being of Love. I don't know what I'm going to be, but I know what I'm going to do - I'm going to be Jesus with skin on.
Like Enoch, who walked on with God, I just want to walk with Him everyday. To love His words, and His people, and His miraculousness.