The Reverse

Each day I am petitioning the Lord to bring me to this place in my life. It is a place where I no longer have to struggle to obey; but rather the struggle is to sin against God… All because the presence of God has so transformed me, and the Holy Spirit is so imminent and controlling my entire being; that I would have to excerpt effort, fight against myself violently in order to walk back into the prison of bondage that Christ released me from, and lock the door from the inside. I would no longer struggle with believing God for the impossible; but I would struggle convincing myself that God can’t do the impossible, and that He won’t answer my prayers; I would have to try to reason and rationalize my way through the notion that God can’t do it for this reason or that reason because I am so convinced of the power of God over all circumstances, His sovereignty, and Omnipotence. Instead of suddenly getting tired when I open up my Bible, I get tired when I turn on the television; I get tired and bored out of my mind reading blogs, talking on the phone, surfing websites. I can only spend hours drowned in God’s Word, studying, meditating; reciting, memorizing, catechizing myself; I read God’s Word and pray so much that people begin to think I have a problem; they begin to say that I am antisocial; they begin to run tests and see if it is healthy to pray so much, and read so much. I try to explain to them that I love Christ so much for who He is and what He has done for me that I must be with Him as much as I can; a moment without Him is grievous, because it was a moment I could have spent beholding the beauty of Christ. This is my prayer for my children; not that my daughter would graduate from college at the top of her class and work for a fortune 500 company; not that my son would be drafted out of high school and become an NBA All-Star; but that they would have a passion for Christ; that they would understand how much they have been forgiven; and allow that, and the beauty of Christ to propel their worship for the rest of their life. I see myself yelling up the stair to my daughter, “Makiyah, stop reading that Bible and go to sleep!” I hear her reply, “Dad, just one more hour pleaseeeeeeeeeee, I’ll wash the dishes and take out the trash for the rest of the week……”
The Reverse.

..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...

+ 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?