TRUSTING THAT TIME WILL STAND STILL
Why do you pass judgment on your brother? Or you, why do you despise your brother? For we will all stand before the judgment seat of God; for it is written, “As I live, says the Lord, every knee shall bow to me, and every tongue shall confess to God.” Romans 14:10-11
Every powerful encounter I have had with Christ, one where He was speaking to me, had one element that remained constant. It seemed like time stood still. It seemed suspended. A powerful five-minute encounter seemed like hours. And a several hour encounter seemed like it could have been a whole day. When I recorded my last music project on CD, the one with piano, flutes, and recorder, I named it SUSPENDED IN THE SPIRIT. I prayed that the music would ‘suspend’ each one who listened to the music to heaven’s time; one where God speaks and the moments are timeless and poignant.
Why talk about that with these scriptures? Judgments are passed on others because I am caught in the frustration of earth’s time. I’ve heard nasty words spoken or seen unfair actions taken against me. I either lash out in response or mutter unkind words under my breath. Either way, I speak as if my words were needed to make final judgments.
Here’s the thing ~ Whatever I say is a temporary judgment and it is not my place to make it. I will stand before Christ one day and be accountable for my nasty retort and the one who wronged me will also give an account for what he/she did. Every knee will bow.
Who is frustrating me today and wounding me on a personal level? Who is hurting the body of Christ in a way that makes me simmer in anger? Where am I expending needless energy because I’ve forgotten that ‘just around the corner’, there will be nothing but time. Events that seem to run wild and out of control here will be reviewed in very slow motion when Jesus looks at them. Because I live by faith, I look ahead to that day and rest. I take a deep breath. Not only will my brother bow before His Lord and re-visit how he lived, I will do the same. How tragic if all my ‘judgments’ were re-played, all in a row, from heaven’s recorder! How long would that take?
Everything I say under my breath, I have said it as far as heaven is concerned. It has been recorded. So let my ‘mutterings’ be the whispers of a bride who praises her Bridegroom and rehearses His goodness to her. I can trust Him to protect me, defend me, and make all things right.
You rule and I trust You. Set a watch on my tongue. Amen