Why. Do you doubt the God you serve! Why do you try to comprehend with your limited potential and heart His limitless strength that makes oceans fiercely sway and part. Why do you find it so hard to get on your knees and just in the depths of your being, cry out a desperate cry, that echoes louder than anything heard within the crevasses of your heart so broken, so hurt. Why do you try to contain such boundless mercy and grace, whose blood would stain the wood that even then could not keep Him from coming to your embrace.
Why do you fight Him with your hateful words and defiant actions, or run away in the midst of the night afraid of the unworthiness that spills from the tarnished cup you yourself had poured. When He is waiting to say, come as you are, whether you are kneeling on mountains summits, or dirt floors. Why do spit on the spotless face of true love, yet run to the altar of sacrifice between pagans and idols, instead of living waters flowing from the bible, are they not enough.
Why. . . why . . .why do you remain full of consuming pride when you live everyday breathing not your own breathe or living your own life, for you were formed from His divine gentle hands and to Him belongs all you could ever desire or plan. Just get on your knees learn how to die to yourself and live a life led to selflessly clothe and feed all those completely broken and deeply in need. Your heart, your body, and your soul, that is what He desires, He doesn’t need part of you, He needs you as all you are, submitted to Him as a whole.
Do you truly think you actually understand the indescribable God you serve, the one who scorched the mountains to embers underneath His presence and chiseled the timeless marble earth.
No He doesn’t depend on you, get that right, you depend completely on Him, for He basks the day with its glimmering rays of radiant light and weaves the still darkness of the glorious night.
So stand in awe as He reveals Himself at the dawn of your pain, and unveils Himself at the calling of His name.
A song with a very powerful ending chorus, this is how I feel right now, this is how I always wish to feel.
April 30th, 2011 at 5:02 PM
Luke 9: 23-26
One of my favorite scriptures
I can picture a man yelling this out at the top of his lungs while pacing back and forth in a deep dark cavern (that popped into my mind as I read)
So about the duo-blog we talked about? haha