Seeking the presence of God; Turning your affection towards him; putting all your attention on him; Meeting God in the secret, quiet place in the garden of your heart…
Despite my sin, my attention that I have given to lovers less wild than my Love, I fight each day to accept and receive grace. I choose to recognize myself on the cross (where I should be) and then see a brutal image of love paid at the highest cost by my brother, Jesus the Christ. I accept Him and choose to glorify him, by not trying to do the work of sanctification; I accept the grace of Jesus and the power of the cross by not trying to clean up my act and THEN come to Jesus.
The story of the prodigal son that Jesus tells, is so beautiful. I am the prodigal son that takes my inheritance and spends it on lovers less wild and then ashamed, I still find my way home to my Papa… What would I expect at the least? Shame? Disgrace? I’d just as soon choose death over myself, than return home. But when the Father sees the son, what does he do?
He puts a ring on his finger and Robe on his back and kills the fattest cow and has a feast! What the heaven is going here? No way! Yahweh… I just imagine my Papa saying I don’t care what you did, I’m just glad you’re back! Glory! My son has returned home! You know what? I can relate to that story.
But its like I said earlier, I fight each day to accept and receive the grace of Jesus and the love of the my Papa. I choose to receive the love of God; to be filled and overwhelmed by the very Spirit of God.
Maranatha: Lord, come soon; Our Lord has come; Come, O’ Lord
Amen
