Smol tok nomo |
Smol tok nomo |
I have been troubled by this season and feel inept in my effort to find the words to adequately share. So much has happened in such a short time. So many of us have done what generations, and kingdoms, and empires and the tainted state of the human heart has always done - we fell back on our own strength. We boldly rose to contend, with our words, with our actions, with our grasping through human understanding, and reasoning. When turmoil came, it was pride that led us down this path, some of us being so sure we had the answers - all of them. What alluded us was so simple and many of us have been taught it since we were a child. It was not our wisdom, or our biblical understanding through the lens of our own cultures, instead it was the secret place of prayer. How could we simply slip away into another world, another realm, another kingdom, when our world was seemingly collapsing around us? Our own solutions were proclaimed boldly while our secret place gathered dust as we occasionally stood at the door but never fully entered in. Softly, gently, He calls us each back there, where we no longer plead our cause, we plead only before the throne room of grace! The secret place goes beyond our reasoning and provides peace that passes our very understanding. Can you hear Him now? Saying "return to me my Sons and Daughters, I have not left! I have not changed! I am still here, in the secret place." In our attempts to be great we fail to do the work we deem as too small, spending time in the secret place. The greatest mystery of all is no mystery at all, every answer we need is found there. God does not need a man big enough He needs a man small enough and humble enough to surrender to the work that is done in secret. Oh how simple it would be if we only knew that He meets every need in the secret place! If the world is to be changed, if we are to answer the call placed upon our lives, it will only be through the death of self and the life Christ lives through us as He transforms us during our time with Him there. Do we, the church, remember?
Have we forgotten the secret place? I leave you with the lyrics of an old chorus my Grandpa would often sing.... "Shut In With God In A Secret Place, There In The Spirit Beholding His Face, Gaining New Power To Run In The Race, I Long To Be Shut In With God."
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