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Saturday, August 16, 2014

shall your brethren go to war, and shall you sit here?

Numbers 32:6  "Shall your brethren go to war, and shall you sit here?"
© Linda Lee

"We have received much by means of the efforts and sufferings of the saints in years gone by, and if we do not make some return to the assembly of Christ by giving her our best energies, we are unworthy to be enrolled in her ranks...  The Master of the vineyard says, "Why do you stand here all the day idle?" What is the idler's excuse? Personal service of Yahushua becomes all the more the duty of all because it is cheerfully and abundantly rendered by some. The toils of devoted missionaries and fervent ministers shame us if we sit still in indolence. Shrinking from trial is the temptation of those who are at ease in tZion: they would fain escape the cross and yet wear the crown...  If the most precious are tried in the fire, are we to escape the crucible?  If the diamond must be vexed upon the wheel, are we to be made perfect without suffering?  Who has commanded the wind to cease from blowing because our ship is in deep waters?  Why and what fore should we be treated better than our Master?  The Firstborn felt the rod, and why not the younger brethren?  It is a cowardly pride which would choose a feather pillow and silk sheets for a soldier of the cross.  Wiser by far are they who, being first resigned to the divine will, grow by the energy of grace to be pleased with it." 

A message from Charles Spurgeon.
(Adapted and modernized for today's reader.) 

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i sense the necessity of unpacking the context of "idle" to expose utter busy-ness as well, which sounds like a contradiction in terms, but i am convinced the main premise is idleness in the business of the Kingdom, not general laziness.  i think far to many in the congregations of America and elsewhere would comfort themselves with the fact they are busy doing "churchie" type activities every week (potlucks, book clubs, fundraisers, filling shoeboxes, special events, parties, concerts, church "services"--where no real service happens, sponsoring a two-thirds-world disadvantaged child, etc.), and that somehow excuses their lack of honestly sacrificing themselves entirely to do the Father's will instead of the countless traditions of their own devising and will. 

i pray for strong conviction leading to repentance for all those waving the banner of Messiah in word and form, but not in true self-denial and sacrifice.  i pray we fast from anything, however lawful, that may be hindering us from clearly hearing His voice or laying ourselves down on the altar in every area.  i pray for the spirit of revelation to reveal to those desiring more of Him, what, like the rich young ruler, they need to do gain the heavenly treasure, a most amazing relationship with the Creator.   

Glory to Yah.
Shalom and love in His service.



Disclaimer:  i do not agree with Charles Spurgeon doctrinally on many points, nor do i support his generally Augustinian/Calvinistic/Reformed positions or teachings in that respect; however, i do believe he was of the same Spirit Who has shed more light for our day.  It is said by their fruit we would know them, and brother Spurgeon's work witnesses of his love and dedication to the Father of lights and of his service to the Messiah and His people within the scope of his limited knowledge, ability and influence.  Glory to Yah.

Monday, July 28, 2014

the outer relfection of the inner heart's cries

photo credit: MISSynthetic
   A young girl i'll call LittleRose injured her thumb.  The injury was minor, no more than a bruise.. but for some reason she felt compelled to wrap up her entire hand and wrist with a large bandage, layered so thick round about her limb, that it appeared the problem (?) was much worse.  

     Observing this behavior, what seemed an obvious cry for attention, i was reminded of my own childhood, when i wanted so much to become sick or injured.. i remember eyeing my classmates plaster-casts with a mild envy.  i didn't want a broken bone so badly that i was willing to go out of my way to get one, and to this day now in my 30's i've still never had one (and thankfully no longer want one!).   i did, however, occasionally "suffer" sprains.. basically milking them for all they were worth --bring on the wrappings, crutches, and exaggerated limp--.   i was inwardly thrilled when i saw some part of my extremity swollen and discolored; and though i often abhorred school i didn't want to stay home during those times-- i wanted to parade around!  Only somewhat annoyed the injury wasn't more severe, that i might have a cast.


my scar
   Eventually i grew out of that, after dabbling slightly with violent self-harm (usually called "cutting" i think) for which i have a whooping two scars (that's why i said slightly), of which only one remains fairly visible today.   i specify "violent" self-harm because i did get into plenty of other more passive forms of self-harm (like alcoholism, tobacco and drugs to name the main games i lost at for years).   It would be a long list if i tried to account for all the ways and behaviors i see in hindsight were various cries for attention. 



photo credit: unknown
   As i write this, barefoot and sweating in the mid-west summer humidity, the car parked to the side of me is a flashy Ford Mustang.. bright red with racing stripes and all the extra bells and whistles, aftermarket wheels and grills.. and it's really nothing more than an expensive cry for attention.  


© Joern Sackermann
   Looking around it's easy to see lots of people, young and old, silently crying for attention in some form or another, for some reason or another.  

   Meditating on my own past i see more clearly now what was going on then.. i was so painfully broken on the inside, subconsciously my soul wanted that brokenness, that hidden reality, reflected on the outside.  Somewhere, something in my immature mind knew i needed help; and that part of me was silently crying out.  i couldn't understand the language at the time, and i'm only just beginning to now: the outward signs of a spirit that's crying, "look at me, help me, i'm dying." 


these are real women wearing a LOT of make-up
photo credit: unknown
   There's a lot more that could be said about this subject.  There's a lot more i want to say, though i'm thinking this is enough for now.  i feel it's important to keep these posts/blog entries/whatever you want to call them, on the shorter side, if possible.  Most likely i'll be revisiting what has been started here in the future, sharing more about my own personal experiences finally facing the inner darkness where the demons dwelt, and my deliverance from the torment, and process of healing. 

Until then.. Glory to Yah

Shalom.


"...i waited patiently for Yahuah to help me, and He turned to me and heard my cry.  He lifted me out of the pit of despair, out of the mud and the mire. He set my feet on solid ground and steadied me as i walked along.  He has given me a new song to sing, a hymn of praise to our Alahim. Many will see what He has done and be amazed. They will put their trust in Yahuah."

Psalm 40:1-3