Some days are mixed with just the right amounts of grace, grease and Glory. Today was a day just like that. It started with a heavy dose of grace as I stood with my faith family and declared the goodness of God. By noon, I realized that my day had taken a turn for the 'hard,' and that it would require a decent amount of elbow grease to sign off on my many promises. But by nightfall, or should I say 'snowfall,' the precious Glory of God was undeniable as He painted a picture a white-as-snow picture for whomever would pay attention. And, so my spirit sighs...
I'm near the God Margin.
And so, our Monday morning pep rally turns out looking a lot more like a confession. God's Word, along with a thousand prayers and a willing heart, is turning me inside out. If Genesis was a beautiful, intentional beginning, then Exodus was a picture of the impossibility of life without Christ. Every fiber of tightly woven fabric, every ounce of the twenty-two hundred pounds of pure gold, every detail carved into every precious stone, and every shaving of acacia wood used to prepare a place to offer sacrifices to God proves the truth even the saved are terrified to admit; we're nothing without Jesus. I mean, let's face it- if we had to follow that many directions, spend that much time, or share that many resources before we could ask someone else to ask God to forgive us, we'd be hopelessly, eternally lost. Even if we knew the way, we've steeped in our 'gimme-gimme' culture too long to spend years practicing a very expensive obedience for any amount of forgiveness. We're too proud. We're too smart. We're too right. In all honesty, we're so deeply desperate that we spend our entire lives trying to pretend we've forgotten what desperation feels like. Yes, friends, I'm pretty confident in saying that we wouldn't have embraced the Exodus. Nope. If God was going to write words of redemption across our hearts, He was going to have to do it another way.
I'm a little worked up about it all, if you want to know the truth. The sweetest Name I know is even sweeter today. The Lion of the Tribe of Judah is a little more wild than He was before I camped out in the Great Exodus. And, alas, the inevitable has happened- my mind is a little more His tonight, and my heart is a little less mine.