Celebration has been misappropriated. Like nearly everything else.
Celebration is a holy thing that is by and for God. It is just so easy to celebrate, that it quickly becomes by and for others.
I can not take celebration back. Like the pastor's wife who wanted to take back the rainbow.
I can celebrate the Kingdom Now. I can celebrate the majesty of God in me and around me. I can celebrate the brideishness to be seen. I can celebrate the victories won out of love, in the midst of the battlefield.
I can celebrate my Father who persists in loving me. I can celebrate the family in which I have been set. I can celebrate the oil of joy saturating me and making me functional in the Kingdom.
I celebrate You, Daddy.
Showing posts with label Bride. Show all posts
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Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Mean Pinball
Listening to Pandora.
I am here to write. Joanne said to just write is a success secret.
In this context, to just pray is the success secret.
I do not need to say anything. I need to listen to the Spirit and say what I hear.
We need to be provoked by the Spirit to rest ever more completely upon the trustworthy King.
I know this is true for several reasons, but the important reason at the moment is that it is entirely counter-rational and entirely intuitive. Now that is not the same as finding something irrational to do and calling it a mission from God. But if it is a mission from God, it will not make sense to the rational mind.
The opposing force is the being-restored soul. Habits of thought, feeling and action make for easy decisions that require no stillness and listening and obeying and trusting. Just rut walking.
The deeper the work of restoration, the greater the need of Christlikeness in the moment, the greater the shaking. It can feel...like anything, as long as how it feels can oppose the truth.
This is a dangerous God, fundamentally opposed to my plans and habits.
Father have mercy on us. We are not able to walk in your way without mercy that we will never be able to deserve. Yet once we have put our hand to your plow, we must walk in your way. No Spots, No Wrinkles. My cry tonight. Not wealthy, Not witty, Not even wise. One Bride. One Spotless Bride.
I am here to write. Joanne said to just write is a success secret.
In this context, to just pray is the success secret.
I do not need to say anything. I need to listen to the Spirit and say what I hear.
We need to be provoked by the Spirit to rest ever more completely upon the trustworthy King.
I know this is true for several reasons, but the important reason at the moment is that it is entirely counter-rational and entirely intuitive. Now that is not the same as finding something irrational to do and calling it a mission from God. But if it is a mission from God, it will not make sense to the rational mind.
The opposing force is the being-restored soul. Habits of thought, feeling and action make for easy decisions that require no stillness and listening and obeying and trusting. Just rut walking.
The deeper the work of restoration, the greater the need of Christlikeness in the moment, the greater the shaking. It can feel...like anything, as long as how it feels can oppose the truth.
This is a dangerous God, fundamentally opposed to my plans and habits.
Father have mercy on us. We are not able to walk in your way without mercy that we will never be able to deserve. Yet once we have put our hand to your plow, we must walk in your way. No Spots, No Wrinkles. My cry tonight. Not wealthy, Not witty, Not even wise. One Bride. One Spotless Bride.
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