D.L. Moody said, “The world has yet to see what God can do with and for and through and in and by the man who is fully and wholly consecrated to Him. I will try my utmost to be that man.” I’ve been thinking about that quote lately. It’s a lot like a challenge that’s been surfacing in my life for some time now. I’m not sure when it started, years back for sure, and my guess is that it was birthed when I was having a battle between how I was feeling and what I believed. The thought came, “Why can’t you just take God at His word?” I believe at the time the battle was not feeling forgiven and my thinking was that it didn’t matter how I felt, because God says that “If we confess our sins He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness” (1 John 1:9). The truth is, most Christians (myself included) don’t take Him at His word or our lives would look different. If we did we would rest instead of strive, pray instead of worry, rejoice instead of lament, and worship instead of whine. We say we believe but pick and choose when and what. That’s so not good.
A few days ago I was redding up the den and stumbled upon a little pamphlet called “49 Commands of Christ.” Lots of good stuff there, like Repent, Follow Me, Rejoice, Lay Up Treasures, Seek God’s Kingdom, Judge Not, but what’s significant (and what I would not have noticed before I started this journey) is was what was missing: heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse the lepers, cast out demons. Considering that this was what Jesus spent his time doing on earth and that we are to be His hands and feet, I’d say it’s a monumental oversight.
Sunday night we had a Christmas service and it was nice. At one point the pastor had us come up and open up little gifts (signifying gifts from God to us) and read what they were and verses that went with them. There were probably 20 gifts there, and they included everything from faith to joy to justification, you know, the usual. What was missing? Tongues and prophecy, for starters.
I’m getting restless again. I think the “motion sickness” I caught in the spring (and that I spoke about in the last post) is flaring up again. Would to God that all Christians everywhere suddenly came down with it, woke up one day and realized that they were sick and tired of going through the motions and that they wanted more because there is more. I’m beginning to understand what that verse means about the kingdom of heaven suffers violence, and violent men take it by force. I’ve been knocking on a certain door for a while now. Knock and keep on knocking, I’m told. The heck with that, I’m ordering a battering ram!