I want to write raw. while settled in raw peace. a naked heart that feels no shame.
the grace of God works out in such a way that it permeates the soul through which it has access and in the filling it simultaneously works out into the acts of the recipient. It is a mighty river, that sweeps away all that is not real and true and makes it’s inhabitants one with Itself.
I do not really know of what I speak, but I know it is true. A truth that chased me down in goodness and mercy and follows me all the days of my life to ensure that I remain in it’s grasp. He who establishes me is not me. It is He who has made me and not me myself. It takes the weight off of me and makes me feel good about who I am at the same time. He relinquishes with the relinquishing and I soar on Eagles wings. A mighty river. Soaring on Eagles wings. Running, but not growing weary. Walking and not fainting. A never ending supply of power and energy is this Great River of Life flowing out from the throne of God Himself who dwells in me and I in Him. And in the dwelling the flowing keeps on flowing. A never stopping flowing, rushing, mighty river that tears down strongholds with the current of it’s holy love. Driving out the fear and destroying the works that are from a lifeless source. Dead works. Destroyed in the current of an Everlasting Life. Praise the Name of Jesus, He’s my Rock, He’s my fortress, He’s my Deliverer in Him will I trust. The pure in heart will see. His purity is for me. I see by the light of His own glory. I become unblind by the perfect humanity that stripped my fleshly eyes when he took the death that robbed me of mine. Savior of the world. Pulled us right out of the skin of our own humanity so that we could wear his. As He was, so are we. In this world. Called out by His own glory and excellence.
Teach me to see. Teach me to love the person I see. This is loving you. Strengthen me and make me fully mature and assured in all the will of God. Roll on, mighty River. Roll on. Roar for all Eternity, Source of light and life. Teach my soul to hear it and to sing thanksgiving that blends with the sound. What greater honor than to sing thanks and simply reflect back what already is and has been given. Let this be my greatest joy. The River sound. That is swift to sing of the power and glory of the Source of all. I sing with the sound I have been given. All of life is gift. Nothing can touch Life itself. Nothing.
What comes out makes unclean. when the food that comes in is his body and his blood, I am clean. His own human righteousness as my food, I am clean. I am pure in heart because He is and I take Him. I take his broken body as my source of living. I take His flesh as my food. I can eat his flesh because it is clean. and the death of it made me clean because it took my death. What a public display it made. To kill the very thing that killed him. to kill the evil itself at the root of his killing. He took the evil on Himself and in the taking, he extinguished it. Snuffed it right out.
Make me free. poor in spirit. no covering. naked and unashamed. to have nothing but life itself and in the life have everything.
As it was in the days of Noah. So shall it be. The world stripped of it’s sinful flesh. Only righteousness remains in the end. Only righteousness. The Holy One is the Source of that mighty River. I keep a clean conscious by taking constantly from the source what is needed for walking here. Only in this way of walking by the Spirit of Christ Himself am I able to remain. Keep me enduring to the end – the prayer of that is the eating of it in this moment so that I may be strengthened to keep being strengthened in this way and that Jesus will remain in me and I will remain in him. For in the taking of what is given I am known by Him. “Who touched me?” I did. Over and over and then a steady stream of taking from that river for all that is needed so that everywhere the river goes in me, there is the life. Whatever it touches there is life. Open my soul so that it touches all.