Sometimes, I find myself standing in front of a wall. This wall is long and is wide. It is covered in images. Jesus with perfect blue eyes, with perfect little tears flowing down, as He hangs on a perfect cross.
And that’s just it. Images. Paint.
My God. My God is not. He cannot be contained in an image. He cannot be contained in my mind, my heart, or my spirit. He radiates from within me. His light explodes and fills dark emptiness. My God is a God of righteous indignation. He is a fierce Lover. He desires daily to drench me in an absolute love. Completely saturation. Complete fulfillment.
But.
Where is this taught? I have certainly never heard this in my childhood Sunday School, Bible camp, or religious study group. Those are places where I confronted such walls. So where did I come to this understanding? My Father reminded me…
“As for you, the anointing you received from him remains in you, and you do not need anyone to teach you. But as his anointing teaches you about all things and as that anointing is real, not counterfeit—just as it has taught you, remain in him.” 1 John 2:27
I daily choose to press into this revelation, His Holy Spirit. He is my only teacher. He can speak though anyone or any living thing in any which way desirable.
So now, I’m standing at the razors edge. On one side is life in His holiness, on the other is death in the counterfeit. It’s a fine line. One that reveals God to be pure, raw, and ALIVE. Once you meet the razors edge, You cannot leave without being marked by The King. I was given a choice.
I chose life.
I passionately tore through this wall. And as I broke through the other side, I fell flat on my face in awe of an immense holiness. My Father drenches me in an Endless Affection. Nothing can be sweeter than this.
Oh, My God walks through my walls. He is a King that boldly breaks barriers. You can’t place Him on walls. You cannot contain His Love.
