I’ve been on a special journey with the Lord since that grey Monday. On this journey, many walls I have built over the years have been pulled down and layers of veils torn apart as He gently strips me down to the original state He intended when He created me. I wish I can write every day about this journey, but in gratitude to Him, I share this piece that was written many years ago, as it speaks to the heart of the journey I’m on. During this lockdown, may our hearts reflect on our lives going forward and how we will choose to walk with the Lord now and when all this is over.
. . . of Simplicity, Service and Love
As we rob the Gospel of its simplicity, we rob ourselves of the sweet loving relationship we can have with the Father, His Son and the Spirit. When Jesus said His yoke is easy and His burden is light, there certainly must be a heavy yoke in comparison, and I believe that yoke to be the one we place on our shoulders when we think we are accepted by God because of our good works or personal righteous deeds.
O, what a burden it is to account for how long I spend in prayer, and how many lines of scripture I read, or how faithfully I give or pay my tithe.
What a burden it must be to carry all that guilt when I fall asleep at night on my knees, like my ability to stay awake is a measure of my level of spirituality.
O, what a yoke it is to bare when I have to face my fellow believers in my shame because I could not attend that service or Tuesday meeting, and apparently, no explanation is worth my soul’s rejection.
How we put upon ourselves creeds and decrees that make it so hard to love the Lord without a checklist; and we forget that He said ” . . . not by works that any man should boast”, yet we boast each day as we stand on the pulpit about how many dead were raised because we fasted for 7 days in preparation for our revival concert.
I sigh because I feel that burden, and I know you feel it too. It’s almost like we can’t match the standard; like we can never meet up with the level required of us to be among the ‘Beloved’.
The Church has become a cult for the holy, and sinners like us have no place in it, and if we are let in, our seat is at the back of the class.
“But we cannot lower our standards”, we say.
So I ask, “What is our standard? Who is our standard?”
Our standard is JESUS and His gospel is simple:
HE CAME, HE DIED, HE ROSE, WE ARE FREE!
Lord, help us to put away our papal vestments and clerical robes and put upon ourselves your Spirit. Help us to throw aside the woes we want so desperately to clothe ourselves with by being Pharisees, and let us put on YOU. You have set us free, may we be free indeed to live under the expression of Your grace and love you with our depths, that our works may only be an expression of that love and nothing more, and surely for Your eyes only. And when our hearts condemn us, please remind it that You are far greater in comparison, and it has no right to put our times of intimacy with you as a mere schedule on its to-do list. You will and forever will remain the Constant Presence in our hearts and minds as we live, move and have our being – in You!