Once again I nearly approach a third day since I last wrote in this journal of my personal journey with God. I find once again an absence of words that can even begin to depict the magnitude of this all consuming tsunami of love that has swept over my soul and has encompassed and enveloped my very being over the several days. I seem to have lost my sense of time in the way I experienced it prior to this encounter.
Ah, what manner of love is this? No human being could even come close to offering what has touched my heart and soul. Only Jesus can bring to life what has been brought to mine. I don’t want to pause writing for too long due to not knowing how to express. I must find a means to share this love with you if I may, to continue to bring along on you on this journey.
As to what I previously regarded as primal value of importance, I had to release whatever gain I had. I counted it as loss for the sake of Christ. Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the all surpassing worth of knowing Him, Christ Jesus as my Lord. For his sake I am willing to suffer the loss of all things in this temporal life and count them as dung, in order that I may be filled with the enveloping fullness of His Presence and be found centered in his heart, not concerned with deriving a righteousness of my own, that of self oriented nature. (This being the need to know anything beyond the goodness and character of God) My focus being that which comes through faith in Christ, the righteousness from God that depends on faith, that I may know (ginosko) him and the power of his resurrection, and may share in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, that by any means possible I may attain the resurrection from the dead. Dry bones can receive breath once again. Dead hearts can come alive, Breathe oh breath of God now breathe!
I walked through my neighborhood today pondering the desire for the presence of Jesus being more pronounced beyond the experience of what is flowing within my being? In time, it shall and is. Freely received and to be freely given away. Everything is so vibrant and new. That which was dead springs forth with newness of life. I go seeking empty vessels. The love of His presence compels me to go. I can do no less. He came unto his own and his own received him not. But to as many as received Him, He gave them the power to become in His likeness. Moved with compassion, as He is, so I walk, with open face in His presence being changed into the same image from glory unto glory. Oh you fellow wanderers; some seek and know not what? Perhaps so. He is right in your midst and this moves me to compassion. We see into the mirror darkly but then we shall see face to face. His matchless grace is offered unto all. I rejoice that my name is written in the Lamb’s Book of Life. My prayer is that you know the same.
“And Jesus went throughout all the cities and villages, teaching in their synagogues and proclaiming the gospel of the kingdom and healing every disease and every affliction. When he saw the crowds, he had compassion for them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, “The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few; therefore pray earnestly to the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into his harvest.”
You will find me in the fields that are white unto harvest. Perhaps we’ll meet up out in those fields soon where we all do life in each and every moment. God bless.