I think one of the greatest tragedies of our generation is that too often our view of God says more about us than it does about God.
I wrote a blog last week about how “New Age” culture tells us that we can be god. it says that we can channel our inner energies and the earth’s gifts to be the best version of ourselves. the voice of New Age says that we are in control.
But what if we stopped searching ourselves for something so radical and big? What if we went to the source himself? Are we making God fit our own agendas or are we letting him reveal and define who He really is in our lives? What lies are we believing about God?
So I wrote a sort of poem about who God has revealed himself to me. I wrote about what happens when we worship the Creator not the creation. It’s the reflections of Psalm 103, Exodus 34, the gospel as a whole. I tell of the freedom, the satisfaction, the beauty, the wholeness, the truth I have encountered when I have locked eyes with the God of the universe. I have laid out situations where I was confused, but God knew better. Humanness meeting the divine; radical unbelievable answers from a Father who just can’t stop pursuing his children until they are free. It’s the Holy Spirit bringing sweet words of heavenly wisdom unto earthly situations.
How could I fail you again? I am drowning in the brokenness of my own terrible decisions. I am just like Israel, the very nation I mock for it’s failures. But Jesus, what have you done? How could you? After knowing my heart of rebellion through and through? Murdered for me on a cross? Even the rocks broke under the weight of your glory slain. Darkness encapsulated the earth when the light of the world no longer held breath in His lungs. And all for my 1000th failure? I am a debtor to your grace, there is no way I could ever pay you back for what you have given me.
“The holes through my hands are the holes from which my grace falls over your failures. I would pierce my hands 100 times more if that’s the stream of grace you needed to wash all your iniquities away. Why are you bringing up yesterday’s sin, my love? Don’t deny what I did on the cross by reminding me of a sin that is now as far gone as the east is from the west. You asked for my forgiveness, there’s nothing separating us now; closeness with you was worth my very life. It’s time to celebrate your repentance! Lean on me for strength to walk this new direction, you can’t do it on your own.”
Meet your maker.
Why are you angry Yahweh? People call you the God of love, what does anger have to do with love? The Bible says that your wrath is condemning and your mouth can reign down fire. People have told me that Jesus was like this. Why would you do this to the people you claim to love?
“My slow anger is only the essence of my love. I am love. My compassion and grace are the reason I am angry at evil and injustice. You were quick to assume that when I showed up in the corrupt temple of my days on earth, I flipped tables and caused a scene out of quick anger and wrath. But what you don’t hear from people is that I grew up going to that temple. I saw those injustices for years and waited on their repentance. I earnestly prayed for their hearts to reflect the honesty and compassion of the Father. But evil will only stand for so long in my temple. Evil and love don’t coexist, that is why heaven is now your hope, that is why I am angry, that is why I went to the cross. How you accuse me of being mean? I took all of my anger towards your iniquities out on myself that day I hung at Calvary. And you even carry my heart for justice. I have given you the deep craving for the abolishment of evil because you are made in my image, even if you don’t recognise it. Don’t forget that mercy is what I see when I look at you. And I always will respond to a change in heart.”
Meet your maker.
Father, friend, I can’t do it anymore. I am not strong enough. This person is too hard to love, this job you gave me is not something I am gifted enough for, and I just don’t want to walk any longer down this path. I have nothing left to give.
“My sadness can be scooped up in buckets when my children run to the laws, their own strength, and perfection to try and find me. I crave your freedom from the law, because your effort to fulfil the law could never have been enough. My dear child, I am the least religious person you are ever going to know, why are you trying to be religious? Was my blood not enough for you? Your weaknesses are the places in which you can receive my grace. My faithful servant, I want to remind you that your good works are never going to bear fruit if they are coming from your earthly efforts and a desire to earn my love. You already have received my free gift of salvation, you don’t need to earn it with perfection. Your good works should simply be the outpour of what you recognise I have already done for you. Specifically you. You can’t even love without me. Come to me so that I can overflow you with my spirit! Lift to me the cup of grace I gave to you so that I can refill it again and again and again. It will never be empty if I am your source.”
Meet your maker.
Where are you father? I am confused. I am lost. I am hurt. I can’t hear you anymore. This world has betrayed me. Again I am on my knees in pain looking upon this road I am walking.
“I am closer than your skin my dear child. I don’t need to yell, I whisper because I want intimacy. I desire that my sheep recognise my voice. So be still. Know who I am or not, I’m not going anywhere.”
Meet your maker.
This hurts. Is this what you call pruning? Is this the “fire” I asked for in my life? I don’t want it anymore, it’s too much for me to bear. Take this pain away.
“I am teaching you that I am your comfort. you don’t need that other thing. Good parents discipline their children, why wouldn’t I discipline you? I am your good good Father and I want what’s best for you. The fire hurts, but it burns away each and every impurity that you allow me to expose. Even the deepest rough edges that you didn’t know existed. And it will hurt, but even my purposes prevail in the deepest valleys. You asked to look more like me, don’t ask me to take away the fire that is going to do that.”
Meet you maker.
Yahweh! The only thing I can do right now is fall on my knees. Your glory is woven through the miracle of my very life and I have spent too much of my life not lifting my hands in awe of your glory. I am done worshipping your creation, all I want to worship is you. Nothing else matters. The upside down kingdom is yours! The last are crowned first! The ones on their knees are used! You were merciful when mercy was the last thing I deserved. Let me dine in your presence for the rest of my life.
“I don’t even mind saying it a thousand times over and over and over: I love you I love you I love you. Forever. You don’t have to hide anymore.”
Meet your maker.
If you are still here, thank you for the time you’ve taken to read all that was on my mind to share. And I will leave you with this:
A seeking heart is often the biggest thing God desires. Don’t be afraid to ask God to show up in your life in places that you don’t think his character matches his action. Let God prove his faithfulness to his own character. And I truly believe, the more you know him the more you won’t be able to stop yourself from falling in love with your very Maker.
Beautifully written my love. I can only imagine the depths of your soul that this was birthed from. Love you deeply and dearly! Xoxo Mama
woah thank you sweet kenzi for being obedient with your words. God, you are wild & holy!!
yeah, i’ll be reading this over & over again! my jaw will drop every time as the truth begins to sink deeper & deeper into my heart.
woah. you are cherished my dear friend