To love like Jesus loved, to love like Jesus loves, is to know him.
It’s in the living out the life he lived, walking in his shoes, with his sandals on.
God the Father, on his knees, was his comfort. He was deeply troubled and so he went apart from them to pray.
He wasn’t full of himself. He emptied himself. Did he ever utter those words,
“Do you know who I am?!”
He said he had the power to lay down his life and the power to take it up again. He laid down his life! It was not taken from him!
Jesus really Loves me! He really loves me.
In her brokenness, he loves her. In his lost confusion, he loves him.
Why do I keep my way pure? Well it’s right there. There’s the word pure that means of a single devotion and purpose. Not divided, not double minded.
Speaking the truth in Love.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve tried the other way. I’ve tried to draw water from an empty well, and there is no water there. There is no safety there.
He alone is faithful when all others fail. My heart’s expectation is not comfort, but the peace of knowing I’m right with God.
His voice in my heart is a known presence, a constant flourishing abundance. He doesn’t mind my oft coming to talk things over with him.
What makes things hard is the theatre, my own theatre where the future gets played out according to my expectations, and I end up hurting my own feelings.
Where do I begin? Where is the divide between where God is in my heart speaking and my own thoughts?
I’d love to know more about that.
Keep in step with the Spirit Paul says in Galatians 5.
To watch mountains move.
Laying down my hurts. The wrongs done you me for your sake Lord God. I don’t know why you’ve bothered with me.
You persist with us. Your creation. We are your own ones.
I don’t know how to reach them. I don’t know how to get them through that door into your peace and safety. But you do. You do?
Your kingdom come, not mine. Your book be written, not mine. How many steps to God? How many stages to glory?
Rest.
Today.
Rest.
Running Down Vimy 