Living Vertical in a Horizontal World

Good morning Jesus. It has been an interesting week, holding on tight to your hand and walking with you while you open my eyes and lift my chin gently upwards with the tips of your fingers.  You keep me living vertical.

Windows and doors open all around me, revealing images of this world’s reality, of our perilous soul condition.  Objects of desire are blotting out the Son, blind sheep still wander.  The weight of it wraps around my feet and threatens to keep me horizontal.  The pain of it tries to drown me, but you severed my ball and chain on the cross, and we walked into freedom from the tomb.

Since you joined the Father and left your Spirit here, there’s a lot of seeking going on, but not for you.  Your truth has been traded for brighter lights, bigger toys, man’s temporary fascinations.  As if we can compete with you and your design, your purpose and your plan? Have we forgotten the cycle of history repeating itself?  Our struggles and our triumphs are not original, or the first, or the last, but You are.

You hand crafted our intricate, brilliant minds in your image, kissed our lungs with air and yet some can’t even bring themselves to speak your name.  So much safer and hip to use the buzz words of the day, so non-committal, so plastic intelligence, empty, and most of all – powerless.  But my soul is not downcast.

You delight to say my name and called me before the earth felt the warmth of the sun.  The realization that I even bleep on your radar slays me, that I am so much smaller than the stars, yet matter more to you than the entire universe put together.  I am but a speck of star-dust orbiting around you.  You are a mystery magnet I cannot explain. I am in awe of you and go deeper, past the velvet curtains of your solar systems to the beginning and the end, into your heart.

How do I know you are real?  How do I know there is one God, and that you love me?  How do I know I have nothing to fear when I put my trust in you?  You have proven yourself over and over and over again.  Every living cell bears your seal, every generation has witnessed the majesty of your handiwork.

The closer I come to you, the faster you run to me.  I don’t need to see the exact lines of your face to feel you here beside me.  I am not ashamed, and I will not apologize for believing in a baby born in Bethlehem, born of God and born of man.

As the world grows darker, as the pages of time draw to an earthly close, even though my body may lie down before the trumpet sounds, keep my spirit living vertical.  I love you.


No Substitutes

My dear young friends,

So excited about what you are learning in your walk with God and that you have chosen to seek him in your youth.  I admit that there are many new things I hear you talk about that I don’t understand, but I will not judge just because I don’t understand.  As your sister in the Lord I may question and discuss.

I will also pray that all the new and mysterious things the Holy Spirit is showing you, will be remembered and draw you into a deeper walk with the Almighty God.  The Israelites saw many things, but soon after their deliverance and miraculous trek across a dry sea bed, they were still more effected by the earthly world around them than what God was wanting to do in their hearts.

I remember as a young girl staying with a favorite older cousin.  She lived in a girls house and they were all attending the Immanuel Church and Bible School in Calgary.  I was amazed at the music and community and what I saw happening in people’s lives.  I wanted very much to have what they had.

Eventually I came to know Jesus Christ, personally.  Thanks to his unfailing love and sacrificial pursuit of my heart, my faith roots continue to grow.   But sadly, years ago I heard the news that my cousin’s marriage dissolved.  My heart broke when I heard the news, and even to this day I grieve for what might have been.  All their dreams and promises, their faith and family, rocked by what the world offers all to often – attractive, temporary substitutes.

Embrace what He is showing you, but do not forget His epic rescue especially once you step into new territory.  Remember there are no substitutes for His love and His truth.