Hey! Where have you been?!
The last post, about 'that' that was entirely and eternally not a 'that' but a beautiful being, a hope filled human with all the Possibility of the cosmos packed into a fragile frame - that post about 'that' - well, it may have knocked me back just a bit. Knocked the stuffing out of me - for a day or two (or maybe 30). But, I am officially re-stuffed, Holy Spirit stuffed! And I have a few more tales to tell before we shut this thing down.
Some will sting, smart the eyes and constrict the throat. Some tales, the telling just burns. But the burning is rightly the cleansing . . .
" . . . He will baptize you with Holy Spirit and fire." - Matthew 3:11
and I so deeply need the cleaning so I must do the telling . . .
And then this morning I awoke to this . . .
Psalm 126:5-6 -
"Those who sow in tears
(I have surely wept crocodile tears, countless times over their sin and certainly over mine. For months upon years I have wondered at the countless crocodile tears - was I so terribly off mark? Too deeply flawed to have a God-breathed impact on those about? Too many tears, I have thought, too many sins I have sinned to be of any use to the lost sinner. Have you ever wondered the same? At the totality of your tears? At the sum of your sins? Have you asked yourself and Warrior Father - maybe I should just stop? Just. Stop. Trying. Too. Many. Tears. Too. Many. Flaws.
I have wept those words - silently screaming in my soul into my spirit. Maybe. Just. Stop?
I must have missed the God-directive in my particular life. Just. Stop.
I must have misstepped too many times and the tears are surely too telling of my wayward tale. Just. Stop. Too many tears. The sum total of the sin is surely insurmountable.
Have you ever wondered the same?)
And then . . .
Shall reap in joy."
(Fellow weeping wanderer! He intended for us to weep! He knew the too often tears, the countless crocodile weeping would come at their sin and at our own! For in the wandering weeping we find a cleansing, a burning of soul to sojourn us to Spirit. At the sum of your sin - never question your value, or your God ordained place and position. Never. Consider. An. All. Stop. At the sum of our sin with the too many tears, only lift blurry eyes heavenward and praise the God whose massive shoulders shouldered our sin all the way to the cross and obliterated it there! For we shall reap in joy! For the sanctified saint all tears sown into the Savior shall reap joy! So, weeping wanderer, never cry at the crying or wonder at the weeping - for seeds of sadness sown at our sin, sown into our Savior - shall surely reap singing!
Weep away and sing for the Savior who sanctifies sinners!)
"He who continually goes forth weeping,
Bearing seed for sowing."
(And in this Word we rightly see the going and the bearing and the sowing. We hear the Truth that this weeping and wandering, this sojourning as sanctified sinner - this is a distinct doing. The Truth tells us we are to be a people of going forth, bearing good seed and sowing - we are to be active weeping wanderers. Going and sowing. For we know the joy we will reap and we know the sorrow many will reap without the Good Word being planted within! As we weep crocodile tears and count countless sins we are to continually go forth. And as we bring our broken hearts before the throne for another mending we are to be bearing the Good Seed to our brothers about. The sanctified sinner sees the sum of our sins, the totality of theirs and so we sojourn and sow. The broken hearted, weeping saint still must go forth and sow the seed. He always intended it that way - the teary eyed saint sowing His good seed. Sanctified saint - do not allow the tears to deter you from the work He has placed before you. The joy comes in the doing, the sowing whilst weeping.)
"Shall doubtless come again with rejoining,
Bringing his sheaves with him."
(The Message translation tells us 'with armloads of blessing.' We will doubtless come again, beyond the shadow of a doubt, regardless of what we see before us in the dim world about - we shall come again with rejoicing, bearing the blessings by the armful! Every tear sown into the Savior will doubtless bring about sheaves of sanctified saints! Armfuls of brothers and sisters who now know their sin-shouldering Savior - this is our inheritance if we weep into the Savior. It was always as He knew it must be - His sanctified saints being baptized in His burning flame of love.
It will sting, it will smart the eyes and drive you to your knees a time or a thousand. It was as He knew it must be.)
I do not wonder at the weeping as I once did. I am not so startled by the sin, theirs or mine, for I have seen the sin-shouldering Savior sanctify the sinner into saint oh so many times.
There is no failure through our faith. I am not a failure through the grace of God. You are not a failure for the flame of faith the burns within you. Anyone or anything that would tell us different is a liar.
The last post, about 'that' that was entirely and eternally not a 'that' but a beautiful being, a hope filled human with all the Possibility of the cosmos packed into a fragile frame - that post about 'that' - well, it may have knocked me back just a bit. Knocked the stuffing out of me - for a day or two (or maybe 30). But, I am officially re-stuffed, Holy Spirit stuffed! And I have a few more tales to tell before we shut this thing down.
Some will sting, smart the eyes and constrict the throat. Some tales, the telling just burns. But the burning is rightly the cleansing . . .
" . . . He will baptize you with Holy Spirit and fire." - Matthew 3:11
and I so deeply need the cleaning so I must do the telling . . .
And then this morning I awoke to this . . .
Psalm 126:5-6 -
"Those who sow in tears
(I have surely wept crocodile tears, countless times over their sin and certainly over mine. For months upon years I have wondered at the countless crocodile tears - was I so terribly off mark? Too deeply flawed to have a God-breathed impact on those about? Too many tears, I have thought, too many sins I have sinned to be of any use to the lost sinner. Have you ever wondered the same? At the totality of your tears? At the sum of your sins? Have you asked yourself and Warrior Father - maybe I should just stop? Just. Stop. Trying. Too. Many. Tears. Too. Many. Flaws.
I have wept those words - silently screaming in my soul into my spirit. Maybe. Just. Stop?
I must have missed the God-directive in my particular life. Just. Stop.
I must have misstepped too many times and the tears are surely too telling of my wayward tale. Just. Stop. Too many tears. The sum total of the sin is surely insurmountable.
Have you ever wondered the same?)
And then . . .
Shall reap in joy."
(Fellow weeping wanderer! He intended for us to weep! He knew the too often tears, the countless crocodile weeping would come at their sin and at our own! For in the wandering weeping we find a cleansing, a burning of soul to sojourn us to Spirit. At the sum of your sin - never question your value, or your God ordained place and position. Never. Consider. An. All. Stop. At the sum of our sin with the too many tears, only lift blurry eyes heavenward and praise the God whose massive shoulders shouldered our sin all the way to the cross and obliterated it there! For we shall reap in joy! For the sanctified saint all tears sown into the Savior shall reap joy! So, weeping wanderer, never cry at the crying or wonder at the weeping - for seeds of sadness sown at our sin, sown into our Savior - shall surely reap singing!
Weep away and sing for the Savior who sanctifies sinners!)
"He who continually goes forth weeping,
Bearing seed for sowing."
(And in this Word we rightly see the going and the bearing and the sowing. We hear the Truth that this weeping and wandering, this sojourning as sanctified sinner - this is a distinct doing. The Truth tells us we are to be a people of going forth, bearing good seed and sowing - we are to be active weeping wanderers. Going and sowing. For we know the joy we will reap and we know the sorrow many will reap without the Good Word being planted within! As we weep crocodile tears and count countless sins we are to continually go forth. And as we bring our broken hearts before the throne for another mending we are to be bearing the Good Seed to our brothers about. The sanctified sinner sees the sum of our sins, the totality of theirs and so we sojourn and sow. The broken hearted, weeping saint still must go forth and sow the seed. He always intended it that way - the teary eyed saint sowing His good seed. Sanctified saint - do not allow the tears to deter you from the work He has placed before you. The joy comes in the doing, the sowing whilst weeping.)
"Shall doubtless come again with rejoining,
Bringing his sheaves with him."
(The Message translation tells us 'with armloads of blessing.' We will doubtless come again, beyond the shadow of a doubt, regardless of what we see before us in the dim world about - we shall come again with rejoicing, bearing the blessings by the armful! Every tear sown into the Savior will doubtless bring about sheaves of sanctified saints! Armfuls of brothers and sisters who now know their sin-shouldering Savior - this is our inheritance if we weep into the Savior. It was always as He knew it must be - His sanctified saints being baptized in His burning flame of love.
It will sting, it will smart the eyes and drive you to your knees a time or a thousand. It was as He knew it must be.)
I do not wonder at the weeping as I once did. I am not so startled by the sin, theirs or mine, for I have seen the sin-shouldering Savior sanctify the sinner into saint oh so many times.
There is no failure through our faith. I am not a failure through the grace of God. You are not a failure for the flame of faith the burns within you. Anyone or anything that would tell us different is a liar.
