Thoughts for another day
July 2, 2013.
Today's verse: Ps. 89:15. Blessed are those who have learned to acclaim you, who walk in the light of your presence, O LORD. (NIV – copy. ack.)
(Pls. read the above before you read further. Thanks)
Great indeed are those that have ‘knowed’ You Lord, they that have learned Your greatness and the abundant glory around Your Being. Those indeed have learned to bring forth praise out of their mouths for You Oh God Most High, LORD God of hosts, for truly You are awe-inspiring and in Your Presence is the brilliance of irrepressible fire as in fact You are a ‘Consuming Fire’ and what is there that shall not be burnt if it comes in Your path, except me: for yeah, You bend down and shield me from Your Fiery Presence…Your Blazing Countenance – because I know, You have loved me with an everlasting love. And right now I feel like Moses in the cleft of the Rock as Your glory passed by!
Pray, Mighty God, You Who are the King of the universe, what makes Thee look upon a tiny, tiny, really, really tiny speck like me and what indeed, is that which makes You love me so? Oh Lord in the Word today You say, that we walk in the light of Your countenance; but look Father, there on the Cross, I see Him, the dashing handsome Preacher, the Man of Galilee, hanging, gasping for breath. Behold Father He cries, ‘My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?’ And Abba, You know, the wounds, the welts, the cuts, the bruises, the black skin on account of the bruises, the swollen lips, the smear of spit …there, there on His body are the ones which I gave Him. I may think it was the Jews, but Lord, it was I and that was the reward I gave Him for all the good He did to me. Honestly I know no light in which I walk but I know Your compassion that ceases not.
And while I did look at His eyes petulantly, (for how else could I glance at Him who had healed me but with a false sense of anger) I saw in turn His deep and lovely eyes and You know Father they were speaking to me and telling me how much He loves me and today as He sits in glorious splendor at Your right, I know His eyes are upon me, still loving me, still needing me, still beckoning… My Father, give me the strength to lift myself off the muck I’m in and take hold of His hand and tell Him, ‘How handsome You are my Lover’ and I know in turn He will tell me, ‘How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful!’ (SS 1:15, 16). And the world may spin and the entire universe roar, but I know, He, my bridegroom holds me and I am safe.
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