2 Peter 1:11 -
"for so an entrance will be supplied to you abundantly into the everlasting kingdom of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ."
An entrance. It is written with such a sense of singularity, a pointed description that makes one wonder - does He supply this abundant entrance to me and to me alone? Or to you and for only you? A singularity about this word that causes one to envision an entrance hand-crafted, masterfully gifted and then given as if I were the only one. Or as if you were the only one. An attention to detail that portrays a love and devotion as if I were the only dear daughter. It is as very needed reminder that He treats us each and everyone with such love and care that it is as if I was His only one. That I am His best girl. Or that you are that certain someone. The apple of His eye. An entrance supplied abundantly - for you, for me - with such astounding singularity; as if it were just for me.
And the millions of saints who have walked before me? The so great a cloud of witnesses? For each and everyone. An entrance given in excess, offered in abundance - as if they were the only one.
Those who have entered into that everlasting kingdom with their martyr's blood as garment, their own life's blood spilt as their glorious covering? Entered. As if they were the only one. With singularity. And great precision. Given. To each and everyone - as if . . .
Oh and the tiny little babes that were sacrificed on the wicked altar of greed and deception. Sacrificed by the very ones who should nurture and protect, slaughtered by the millions in a land that claims to be free! And yet the most innocent of innocent, the most gentle of gentle and truly the most vulnerable of all vulnerable are NOT free, NOT free one bit. And they are willingly laid on the altar of Molech and Baal. But, He knows and He sees each and every million into the very one. He sees with singularity and clarity - as if they were the only little one. And precious tiny life slaughtered, then enters in abundance to an eternal kingdom crafted as if they were the only tiny one! It is a bitter-sweet understanding ~ our wickedness, the evil of this land can never altar the singularity of His love.
He loves as if we, each and every man, woman and child were ~ The. Only. One.
And on this day - today more then any other day. When a great land stands on the brink of utter destruction, when the world as we have lived it may only be stayed with complete and utter repentance. As judgment hangs heavy in the air and millions of tiny lives cry out for justice - and we cry out, beg our Heavenly Father for mercy on the land. We say but for the sake of a few righteous? Oh but for a few, stay Your hand of judgement. We cry for mercy for a young generation to have one last opportunity to hear, to know some semblance of Truth, in a land that has grown dark and surely deaf to any shred of Truth.
On this day - far more then ever, it would serve us well to remember that He loves us with such singularity, with such precision and concern, that we can ~ Rest. In. Him. And to fix my eyes on that grand entrance designed for just me, and that way that He has hand selected for you. And only you. To know that He offers to each one a way, an opportunity - He gives a door home to me as if i was the only one.
And in a land where we have chosen a deep darkness I am ever grateful for the Light that pours through that abundant entrance crafted for me at the foundation of time. The Light that streams forth reminds these weary eyes that this moment, this day where I can not help but groan in deep mourning - He tells the same glorious tale that this day, this moment, is but fleeting, passing rapidly and these moments are gaining speed and momentum and we are surely galloping into eternity. Here. Today. Now. It is but passing into eternity.
These few short days that are to come hold much unknown. Do I myself believe that judgement is coming? I do. To the very core of my being. Will it fall unrestrained tomorrow? Or hit with force in four years from now? Or drizzle? Or gush? For years to come? I do not know. But, it will come. He can not ignore the cries of untold tiny millions of bloodlets spilt. And His Word does promise that judgement comes to the house of God first (1Peter 4:17). We are first, and rightly so.
And yet today - day of all days. He points to that entrance - that singular entrance that stands wide open calling me Home. And it reminds me that He is a Father Who loves me as if, as if I were the only one.
In the dark days that lay ahead - that is enough. Always. Eternally. Enough.
"for so an entrance will be supplied to you abundantly into the everlasting kingdom of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ."
An entrance. It is written with such a sense of singularity, a pointed description that makes one wonder - does He supply this abundant entrance to me and to me alone? Or to you and for only you? A singularity about this word that causes one to envision an entrance hand-crafted, masterfully gifted and then given as if I were the only one. Or as if you were the only one. An attention to detail that portrays a love and devotion as if I were the only dear daughter. It is as very needed reminder that He treats us each and everyone with such love and care that it is as if I was His only one. That I am His best girl. Or that you are that certain someone. The apple of His eye. An entrance supplied abundantly - for you, for me - with such astounding singularity; as if it were just for me.
And the millions of saints who have walked before me? The so great a cloud of witnesses? For each and everyone. An entrance given in excess, offered in abundance - as if they were the only one.
Those who have entered into that everlasting kingdom with their martyr's blood as garment, their own life's blood spilt as their glorious covering? Entered. As if they were the only one. With singularity. And great precision. Given. To each and everyone - as if . . .
Oh and the tiny little babes that were sacrificed on the wicked altar of greed and deception. Sacrificed by the very ones who should nurture and protect, slaughtered by the millions in a land that claims to be free! And yet the most innocent of innocent, the most gentle of gentle and truly the most vulnerable of all vulnerable are NOT free, NOT free one bit. And they are willingly laid on the altar of Molech and Baal. But, He knows and He sees each and every million into the very one. He sees with singularity and clarity - as if they were the only little one. And precious tiny life slaughtered, then enters in abundance to an eternal kingdom crafted as if they were the only tiny one! It is a bitter-sweet understanding ~ our wickedness, the evil of this land can never altar the singularity of His love.
He loves as if we, each and every man, woman and child were ~ The. Only. One.
And on this day - today more then any other day. When a great land stands on the brink of utter destruction, when the world as we have lived it may only be stayed with complete and utter repentance. As judgment hangs heavy in the air and millions of tiny lives cry out for justice - and we cry out, beg our Heavenly Father for mercy on the land. We say but for the sake of a few righteous? Oh but for a few, stay Your hand of judgement. We cry for mercy for a young generation to have one last opportunity to hear, to know some semblance of Truth, in a land that has grown dark and surely deaf to any shred of Truth.
On this day - far more then ever, it would serve us well to remember that He loves us with such singularity, with such precision and concern, that we can ~ Rest. In. Him. And to fix my eyes on that grand entrance designed for just me, and that way that He has hand selected for you. And only you. To know that He offers to each one a way, an opportunity - He gives a door home to me as if i was the only one.
And in a land where we have chosen a deep darkness I am ever grateful for the Light that pours through that abundant entrance crafted for me at the foundation of time. The Light that streams forth reminds these weary eyes that this moment, this day where I can not help but groan in deep mourning - He tells the same glorious tale that this day, this moment, is but fleeting, passing rapidly and these moments are gaining speed and momentum and we are surely galloping into eternity. Here. Today. Now. It is but passing into eternity.
These few short days that are to come hold much unknown. Do I myself believe that judgement is coming? I do. To the very core of my being. Will it fall unrestrained tomorrow? Or hit with force in four years from now? Or drizzle? Or gush? For years to come? I do not know. But, it will come. He can not ignore the cries of untold tiny millions of bloodlets spilt. And His Word does promise that judgement comes to the house of God first (1Peter 4:17). We are first, and rightly so.
And yet today - day of all days. He points to that entrance - that singular entrance that stands wide open calling me Home. And it reminds me that He is a Father Who loves me as if, as if I were the only one.
In the dark days that lay ahead - that is enough. Always. Eternally. Enough.
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