The Highest Honor

Ambassador.  Soldier.  Saint.  Last.  Doulos.  The meal served.  The betrayer gone.  A heaviness hangs over the room.  Without fanfare He rises to remove His outer robe.  Stripped down to a servant.  Steady hands gather a bowl filled with water.  A cloth for drying wraps His waist.  No, Master, never wash me.  Appalled at the idea of a King Who serves the least of these.  Gracefully and fully grace, He kneels before them.  Tenderly, lovingly, intimately He cups each filth-stained foot in His capable hands.  The One that created is making them new.  Confusion.  Discomfort.  Uneasiness.  The water flows over the grime of life.  All too soon, the blood will flow.  

A New Song

Divinely paternal.  Our Father.  High above.  Over all.  Enthroned amidst angelic creatures and worshiping saints.  Which art in heaven.  Set apart from sin which fears even the sound of His Name.  Hallowed be Thy name.  Your people marching boldly into battle under the banner of Your flag.  Your Kingdom come.  All is filtered through Your hands and guided by Your watchful eye.  You will be done.  Terra firma, the home to the pinnacle of Your creation.  On earth.  Your physical tabernacle.  As it is in heaven.  Hungry bellies and hungry souls ache for You.  Give us this day our daily bread.  Rain precious grace down as it flows from Your vessels to all in need.  And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those that trespass against us.  Protect the feet walking a rocky path strewn with obstacles.  And lead us not into temptation.  Carry the broken to safety on wings of love.  But deliver us from evil.  Omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent.  I Am.  Alpha and Omega. For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory, for ever and ever.   So be it!  Amen.

Abide in Vine

A man physically crippled surrounded by friends.  A home filled to overflowing.  The Healer surrounded by followers, doubters, haters.  A rooftop desperation-driven digging .  Dirt and particles of filth fall upon His upturned face.  A literal party crasher.  Priceless are the friends who carry the broken to Him for healing.  This dwelling, abiding is not meant to be journeyed alone.  Tabernacle together.

Not for the Fainthearted

Run the race with endurance, eyes fixed on Jesus, the Author and Perfecter of faith, Who endured the cross by focusing on the joy set before Him.  Consider Him to keep weariness at bay and to slay the dragon of faintheartedness.  Courage–from the word for heart.  Take Jesus.  Take heart.  Press on.  Fear not.  For He is the prize waiting at the finish line.  Run in His freedom.  

A Radiant Face

On a holy mountaintop in the Presence of Yahweh.  Permeated by the intimacy of His glory.  A broken vessel filled to the brim and overflowing leaves a face reflecting Shekinah to the gathering hordes.  Blinded by the sight, they turn away in fear.  The intimacy is frightening.  Being open to the very core is unnerving.  But to focus on God is to bring proper perspective into view.  He is a lamp and a light to feet on the path.  His Light pours into the soul and illuminates the face.  Shine on.

He is Able

The One with all power and all authority.  Abundantly, exceedingly able.  More than could be formed in the imagination.  Beyond the finite capacity of the mind.  Nothing can stand against.  Unimaginable peace.  Everlasting love.  Truth in its purest form.  Enthroned in heaven.  Always working for His glory and our good.  Knowing the beginning and the end.  Sees our lives from before we were conceived.  Cast the stars into the universe and named them one by one.  Sends out lightning and whistles it back home.  All things at His command and His pleasure.  Nothing is wasted in His economy.  Beloved are we.  Able is He.

Made for Praise

He is the Bread of Life prepared for the hungry soul.  He is the Living Water that quenches the parched spirit.  He is the Light of the World which chases the darkness from the broken heart.  He is the Gate through which all may enter into the Father’s Presence.  He is the Good Shepherd seeking to find lost in their lostness.  He is the Resurrection and the Life bringing hope to the walking dead.  He is the Way and the Truth and the Life for the wayward and weary traveler.  He is the true Vine Whose connection flows with abundance.  He was made to be praised.  I was made to praise