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Thursday, December 31, 2009

..right now it's snowing outside. God is awesome when you can look down at the snow, the whiteness of it and begin to worship... He said through the prophet Isaiah, ".. Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be made as white a snow.."... God is able to make us as white as snow...

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

+ Seraphim...He hid them.

God hides true worshippers; He hides them for Himself. The Seraphim’s worshipped; they worshipped every day, every hour, every moment; they never ceased, never hesitated, never paused; they never looked or glanced at anything else, nothing took their attention; nothing was worth their attention. The Seraphim’s cried out “Holy, Holy, Holy, is the Lord of hosts, the whole earth is full of His glory (Isa. 6:3).” They appear only once in the entire Canon, only once; God hid them within one chapter; The prophet Isaiah was privileged to see these burning ones (Seraphim in Hebrew means burning one). These Seraphim burned for Him, burned for Christ; they burned to worship, burned to obey. Enoch walked with God for hundreds of and God took Him; God took Him. God took Him back to Himself (Gen. 5:24). Jesus hid for thirty years until He was revealed to the world.

They loved the praise of men more than the praise of God; True worshippers generally don’t have mega churches; they may preach to a handful of people and God will manifest Himself in significant ways because true worshippers have His attention; don’t follow the hype and the light, thought they have all the resources God is not there; they may say He is there but He is not there. They love the praise of men, they love the accolades, the glamour; they loved being esteemed, honored, and given tribute; their God is their belly. They would trade intimacy with God with stardom. Why are we this way? God why are we this way? Why would be trade what is priceless for things of no value; things that dissolve, that go out of style, that rust, that burns, and tears. Why do we esteem and exalt that which is garbage?