Saturday, July 7, 2007



Imagine yourself in a large room. Four walls, a ceiling, a floor. Imagine this room is your spirit. You live your life, day-by-day, making choices and decisions. Loving, hating, sharing, stealing, building up, tearing down ...

Your room is full of your choices. From beginning to end. Boxes of envy & jealousy reside in one area of your room. In another are cabinets full of lust, complacency, and impure thoughts. Elsewhere are buckets full of hatred, prejudice and smugness. Every corner, every space, every wall, all the floor is cluttered with your choices and their consequences. These are the choices you have made 'reacting' to your situations in your life. Your room is crowed with them. Your spirit is full of them. It is as if you cannot breath, you cannot think clearly. They press against you. Your judgement, your reasoning, your ability to discern are anemic. There is no peace, just stuff. Stuff taking up space in your spirit.

This space taking stuff calls out to you "See what you have done!", "Look at me. You are no good.", "You failed.", "Give up.", "GOD will not forgive you this time."

Our spirits, yours and mine, need cleaning. I agree I'm stating the obvious here. But, I mean real cleaning. The kind that says, "No more!". We can do this. Not in our own power. But, through Christ's power & authority.

Pray ... Father God, in the Name of your Son, Jesus. In HIS name that is above all names, I come against the stuff that is cluttering my spirit now (name each e.g, 'lust','complacency', etc.) and I say leave and go to the feet of Jesus. Father-God establish your peace in my life. I long to hear Your voice. Now refresh my spirit with your Holy Spirit. Pour into me what I am lacking.

Now, the room is clean. Wide open space. Let's fill it with the Fruit of the Spirit.

Monday, July 2, 2007

To The Rescue



Psalm 91:15
15 He will call upon me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble,
I will deliver him and honor him.

Psalm 144:7
7 Reach down your hand from on high;
deliver me and rescue me
from the mighty waters ...

In the midst of battle you have fallen. Your cohorts do not see you in your desperate state. They are too involved with fighting their own fight. Your wounds are severe. You cannot get up. Your enemy, crouching, sees your vulnerability ... approaches. You cry out ... "Help me, someone!" Your enemy's bow is taunt ... flaming arrow ready to pierce. All around you are the sounds of chaos and confusion. "Lord, rescue me!". Just then a rider appears. White horse, rider with crown, sword drawn, eyes fixed on you. Your Rescuer rides hard and fast and puts out his hand ... "Fear not, I AM here." You, once a warrior in battle ... now damsel in need of rescue. In a moment you are on the white horse. From here the battle is not lost. You have been delievered by the King.

Erwin McManus was asked by someone once, "Why Jesus? Why him alone?"
To which Erwin replied. "Because no one else is coming for you."