Maybe you left slopped milk on counters from small hands you were rushing…
Maybe your beds laid open in a mess of twisted sheets and hiding socks…
Maybe wet towels and smeared mirrors are what were left to welcome you when you returned…
and empty refrigerators…
maybe ugly words from closed minds echoed their taunts as you walked through open doors and forced your lips to curve…and pretend…
that you wanted to be there.
But you didn’t.
Maybe those old vibrations of grumbling moved from simmer to boil in a heart ready to spill judgment and opinion when you saw them…
“oh no, new people up front…I was hoping for decent worship music today….something I can relate to. How am I supposed to worship to new voices? Just one more thing to distract me…”
I wonder if you felt it? That Voice without sound that collides with all the other voices and leads them out of their labyrinth of searching into His holy center?
Did you get there when a common choir of different backgrounds, and religious rote joined forces of voice to exalt and lift up on high the name of Jesus?
In His lavished grace and richness of mercy did He set you free to worship His holy Name? In His kindness did He lead you to repentance of spirit quenching distractions and sins lifting the burden of worldy pulls so that your heart rose
to the entrance of the King?
Cuz He was there, you know? When did you notice Him? Was it when the multitude of the people sang like never before, Bless the Lord oh My soul?
Did you sing like never before?
Or was it when the mix of tones and rhythms of joyful sound through soul-knitted love in brothers and sisters felt a collective eager expectation of the One who promised to return for His bride on that glorious day?
Or maybe you felt it when slain love sang to you from a splintered cross where rusty nails broke through His body and a dirty spear tore open his side so holy blood could gush over you…..
and you can’t remember ever feeling so
Maybe you noticed it when fear fell off and shattered on holy ground at His feet in the middle of proclaiming you were no longer a slave to fear…and the pieces of that fear cowered in shame as all the saints proclaimed a mighty truth and believed it….
for the first time.
Maybe your sea was split, in the echo of a thousand voices, a mix of us and angels right then and there and you were liberated to raise your hands in worship in full acceptance of the valiant promise that…
YOU ARE A CHILD OF GOD!
Did you want to scream it and shout it from the mountains? Did slain love sweep over you like a mighty rushing wind and you couldn’t help but reach higher to our High King of heaven with human hands desperate to touch His heart?
Were you set free from self-preservation, fear of man, and pride as you worshiped with self-less abandon. The kind that wants every cell to be moved into a motion of worship spurred on by His blood flowing through our veins….
Did His spirit unravel you and you wanted to give way to His pressing presence that gently persuaded you to your knees? If you didn’t,
will you go there next time, with me?
Can we go there together, church? in humble worship, before our King, surrendering it all and tossing aside every weight,
worshiping the only one who can set us free to make us
MORE THAN CONQUERORS IN CHRIST!
You are free to raise your hands! You know you want to! You are free to fall to your knees because His presence is too much and you just want to wash His feet because your tears are the only language you can find to express your love in that moment..
Maybe you thought you might shake out of your skin because you trembled at the holy weight of glory resting on us…
Maybe its because you heard His mighty roar calling you home and it struck the two chords of love and fear so loudly within your heart the whole of you shook….to your core.
Oh church! Be free! lay it all aside, sing, shout, tremble, weep, fall on your knees in the presence of Him! It is sweet incense, a sacrifice of praise, and it reaches the tender ear of our ABBA Father and He is pleased to come near.
LIVE LIKE THIS EVERY WAKING MOMENT! Like there is no higher pursuit, no worthier chase….
cry out to Him day after day, More love to Thee, My Jesus, more love to Thee! Ignite my heart to Thee and Thee alone! Set a fire in me that cannot be tamed! Grant thy servant boldness to proclaim your gospel unashamed! May I live and breathe Hope and Love until my dying breath!
Consume me in your dazzling splendor! That I may radiate Your light, your heat, Your shining love!
Make me love-drunk in the wine of that great Wedding feast.
Our Beloved is awakening and drawing out our love…
Run after Him and take as many with you as you can!
“So I will bless you as long as I live, In your name I will lift up my hands” ~ psalm 63:4.
“Let my prayer be counted as incense before you and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice” ~ psalm 141:2
“Pour out your heart like water before the presence of the Lord! Lift your hands to Him for the lives of your children…” -Lamentations 2:19.
“Therefore I want the men in every place to pray, lifting up holy hands, without wrath and dissension” ~ 1 Timothy 2:8
“Then Ezra blessed the LORD the great God. And all the people answered, “Amen, Amen!” while lifting up their hands; then they bowed low and worshiped the LORD with their faces to the ground” ~ Nehemiah 8:6.
“We lift up our heart and hands Toward God in heaven…” ~ Lamentations 3:41.