A community of relationship. Socialising with purpose. Fellowship. Walking together in faith. Seeking God each day. Sharing the Love. Doing Kingdom Work. Diverse in skill sets and attributes. United in purpose and Love. The sense of beauty. The awesomeness of the concept. The lightness of the direction. The satisfaction of the journey. We are God’s Chosen People. Us. Here. Look. Here we are …
And then He gets in my head and goes wallop. No batman, no loom, no kapows, no cute rugs, no anything. Just a high-tech millsecond data burst with 1000 plus words. And my response to this gift: “Why me? You surely are not serious here lord” And His response: “Oh yes I am”
(The sense of beauty. The awesomeness of the concept. The lightness of the direction. The satisfaction of the journey. We are God’s Chosen People. Us. Here. Look.)
That kinda flew out of the window for a while when I got that databurst yesterday. That is when I almost got the “burden of the cross” back again. Almost.
Instead … I trusted in faith. Wrote in faith. Checked in faith. Reproduced the databurst as best I could. Did the best Kingdom Work I could in faith. The was yesterday’s post (“Why not you”: http://wp.me/p2J08P-DT), that is where it came from.
Why was I given those words? I have no idea. Why did the lord want those words written? I have no idea. Are they “bad words”? Not in my heart or head. Are they “of God”? Well unless I am completely cuckoo – yes. That is how God works. I do – He works. That is what I have signed up to. That is what we have all signed up to. Sometimes – “counter intuitive”? Maybe always counter intuitive. Is that where this “burden thing” comes from? The carrying a cross stuff?
So this morning I reached for the daily offering of verses. Had a sip of my cuppa. High-fived Him in a sleepy kind of “Good morning lord” way. And had a look at our face-time topic today. And these verses stared back at me:
‘If I testify about myself, my testimony is not true. There is another who testifies on my behalf, and I know that his testimony to me is true. You sent messengers to John, and he testified to the truth. Not that I accept such human testimony, but I say these things so that you may be saved. He was a burning and shining lamp, and you were willing to rejoice for a while in his light. But I have a testimony greater than John’s. John 5:31-36
Here I am again ….
Desert … ghost village … dust devils …cowboy town …. silence ….
‘If I testify about myself, my testimony is not true.
Can you hear him?
The batmobile … that Vrooom … Vrooom… as He pumps the pedal? Big smile through that Batman mask!
There is another who testifies on my behalf, and I know that his testimony to me is true.
And the loom is clanking wildly as I type this.
Wow! It has suddenly become very noisy in my head this morning!
Now the loom is clanking out a small rug – as beautiful as they always are. As perfect as they always are. And in the middle of this one. U … O … Y …. K …. N ….. A ….. H ….
Thank you? A thank you from my loom! Has God just said “thank you” … to me? Wow! Now that is a first!
And I hear his voice:
“Stop typing now Paul. That is it – let them take these words as well. I want to speak with them – I want to go to work.”
Please let me know what He says to you?