Jesus wasn’t at all what the people were expecting. They thought the messiah that was to come would be someone rich, who only dealt with kings and generals. Someone that would be born into a royal family maybe? Someone of “high esteem” or status right? Well that’s our earthly perception of matters…
Our God is so different to what we expect. Jesus was born into a regular family, had a regular job with a regular upbringing. Is that for a reason?
God wanted to teach us as people that God in all his glory brought Jesus to earth in such a humble, selfless way, mixing among the people, getting to know them personally and socially. How much more should we be humbled before God as mere people? You see this is why God hates pride…
Proverbs 16:5 “The LORD detests all the proud of heart. Be sure of this: They will not go unpunished.”
God could have arrayed Jesus in gold, ascending out of the heavens with lights and trumpets, but there was a specific reason why he didn’t do this. To teach US about humility and humbleness! Wow! How God teaches us. He loves us and wants us to understand that we are nothing without him. We are a weak species who cannot live a spiritually enriched life without him. All that waits for us is eternal separation and pain if we don’t come under his love. How great is our God!
May he bless you and keep you,
There are two types of Christians in the world today. The religious Christian who goes to Church every Sunday, sings the songs, is seen as a good figure at church. When church finishes, they go back to their sinful way of living without any regard of feeling on conviction or shame.
Then there is the Christian who fights with daily condemnation, for their sins. The Christian who is found at gods feet behind closed doors when no one is there, when no one is looking on to give praise or aknowledge them. The Christian who is filled with guilt and conviction, wanting desperately to be filled with the Spirit of the living God. The person who worships God wholeheardtly at his altar, even when things are falling apart around them. The one who stays awake when they are overwhelmingly tired, just to get a glimpse of gods word after a busy day. The Christian who knows they have a personal relationship with God. The person who is fuelled and empowered to know more, to have daily communion with Jesus. The person who’s soul is thirsty and incomplete without the love and communication of God.
What I’m trying to say here is that no matter what stage you are at, find a deeper love for God. Keep pushing to know him, he will not leave us outside but will welcome us with a joyful heart. It is his desire for the relationship to be restored fully, to the point where we fully depend on him in our lives.
Peace and love,
You have made me. You have moved my soul and pieced my mind and my heart back together. Your nail-pierced hands have sculpted me, molded me and comforted me. Your love has power, a power that does not even exist in dreams. You are beautiful, a shining light that covers the canvas of the winter sky. That melts the seasons into one being.
Calvary is dead. And you are alive, More alive than ever. The perfect ruin of the cross has built an everlasting bond that cannot be broken. A shelter that cannot fall. A kingdom of forgiven, repented liars and thieves. Your hands built the scroll of the sky, the wonders of the universe, the depths of the mysterious sea. And yet you called me.
I’m there waiting in an invisible room with no walls. The floor is my reality, my safety net. A least for now as it keeps my feet touching something that feels safe. Safe for now. I can’t get out. I can’t see any windows or doors. I’m stuck here, trying to tell myself I don’t wonder what will happen to me when I die. Telling myself that I don’t fear death. The unknown. I tremble at the possibility of change, shudder at the invasion of something else coming for me but what?
I’m chasing shadows that are not real. They were never real. They are brief images of emptiness and nothingness that try to lead me to death. They dance around in front and behind me as I see their dark reflections on the walls. But then a light. A burning furnace of glory, majesty and awe comes seeping in and suddenly engulfs the room in a burst of light.
I now realize. I have a home, a father, a place where I am meant to be. And it’s not here. The Shadows disappear.
He has found me…
The hands of time turn and turn. Never stopping, never slowing. What will you do? How much time do you have? The seasons come and go, and you live, think breathe without meaning. While the almighty one makes his way in the glory of his power. Seeking the obedience of his children like a mother. The sky groans for him and the earth stirs the elements, ushering his coming. What will you do? The world watches an amazing fall of humanity, as they sink into the darkness. The final fall. And yet mans heart grows cold, like an icy heart that scowls at warmth from light. The light of the world. Why are we so blind. It’s as if even the earth knows the time of his coming, but we do not. His children wait in an ever-growing light, watching.Fear violently grips the centre of the earth and drags it without mercy. These are the final events.
A life is a death. What does it mean? Your feet barely hit the ground as you are pulled back up again into an amazing fall. A life is a blink. A sea of uncertain and ever-changing feelings. You think you know yourself. You don’t. You change. You fall. Then you realize. It comes like an inevitable revolution and thunders towards you. And you can’t stop it. Fear climbs up your body and into you mind as your weak hands try to make a cushion for the impact. Then calm. As death passes light now emerges. A heavenly light that you were told about. Somehow, you know this is your home. A death has amounted to a whole new life with him…
The blood dripped out of his helpless body. As he lay there, you think of how it could have possibly went this far. The thundering rain hit your face violently as your were sickened with anger and confusion. The sky groaned, and the clouds refused to open their glory in the hours that followed. Grey. You stand in horror with the mud building at your knees. His face seems enlightened although lifeless. You are ignorant of the life that now rushes into your once dead soul, now that he has passed.You groan at his feet in pain as he gives you the gift of eternal life…
A flicker. A spark of light. Looking out, you only see dark. It burns in your heart, then fades away, but it’s always there. You think, you remember. The scars on his hands burn an image of guilt in your mind but for how long? You stare into the dark hole, into your life that surrounds you. And hope for that flicker, that ever-growing light to reappear. Then it does. Just when you needed him most, he exploded like a burst of light into that hole. You vowed to follow his light forever. He will search for you on that final day..
Where will it take you? Only he knows. It’s just you and the distance. The sound of a whirlwind, but at the same time a whisper. Take the jump and watch your life sink into opportunities. Your fingertips reach for the mid-air. Then silence. The faith makes a sudden rushing sound as you fall… and gets louder as the ground approaches. And there you are in the certainty of his presence. I told you it was real…
Christians have a terrible habit of preaching while not actually doing what they are telling others to do and we think nobody notices it. We are all guilty of it aren’t we? We advise in situations and tell people the right way to go, but isn’t our advice for ourselves also? I read a scripture the other that spoke of this same thing, our hypocrisy and dishonesty when we speak about our sins. Is this really going to save us? God said there isn’t a sin that won’t be judged so let’s begin to practice what we are telling others to do. Let’s be honest with ourselves and ask god for his genuine help in the transformation of our souls. It’s time to stop sinning and start winning our place in heaven! Time is short so let’s start now….