Reconciliation Is Too Rare

Let those who fear you turn to me, that they may know your testimonies.  Psalm 119:79

Some believe that David wrote these words after he plotted the murder of Uriah, Bathsheba’s husband.  Because of his sin, some of God’s servants walked away from him.  He was lonely for their fellowship and asked God to bring reconciliation.

Relationships face many seasons.  In the summer, there is warmth and ease of fellowship.  By the arrival of winter, there can be strain and coldness.  Intimacy comes and goes and it usually disappears because the spiritual connection was lost.  One will continue to walk closely with Christ while the other takes a turn away from discipleship.  Their values are no longer shared and heartfelt fellowship is eroded.



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The Freedom of Casting My Burdens?

Cast your burdens upon the Lord and He shall sustain thee.  Psalm 55:22

These are days filled with anxiety.  The world feels as fragile as an eggshell.  I can see the reckless and godless decision-making happening globally.  As a child of God who knows I can carry everything and everyone to Jesus in prayer, why don’t I do it more?

Some burdens are heavier than others but, sometimes, the weight of a single one can threaten to drown me. When I carry it for a day, it’s not that heavy but when I attempt to carry it over many months, even years, my spiritual muscles give out.


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When There’s a Rub

All the wicked of the earth you discard like dross, therefore I love your testimonies.  Psalm 119:118

In the process of refining silver, the dross and the pure silver must cohabit.  It is at the end that the dross is isolated and then removed.

Though I am called to mingle with others for a time, and though we often appear to be made of the same substance, it’s not always true.  Eventually, we will be examined and separated.  God will discard the wicked (those who reject Him) like dross.  As God’s child, I feel the pain of this kind of cohabitation.  It can happen in a subtle and not-so-subtle form.

SUBTLE:  Everyone in church looks the same.  They carry similar bibles; even tote the latest bible study workbook.  It is hard to tell silver from dross.  Only Jesus really knows who is His and who is not.  Yet, I can feel the spiritual rub when I pray or attempt to fellowship with certain people.  They bend the values of the kingdom to their advantage by propagating unconditional love, acceptance, and tolerance.  Scriptural concepts, wrongly interpreted, are held over the heads of God’s children who are not prayerfully discerning.  ‘Discerning’ is labeled ‘judgmental’ and then false guilt begins to plague the one who should have listened to the Spirit instead of people.

To have to co-exist is uncomfortable and often confusing as I try to fellowship with those who privately reject Christ and use the church as an instrument to gain a platform.  The kingdom clash is not perfectly clear as pretenses veil the state of their heart.  What I have often chalked up to a personality clash can be far more serious.  Dross and silver are in the same pot but not yet separated.


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When You’re Out Of Living Water

If your law had not been my delight, I would have perished in my affliction.  Psalm 119:92

In the morning, drink a tall glass of water.  Then spend the rest of the day in a cool house, reading a book in your favorite chair.  It just might be that you won’t feel thirsty again till dinnertime.  If pressed, you could probably go till the next morning without feeling a crippling thirst.  Why?  Nothing depleted your system of water.

Every morning, I take a drink of living water.  If the day is relatively stress free, that drink will easily sustain me.  I won’t feel an intense thirst for more because that which might deplete it is absent.  Let the fires burn intensely however and I will be on my knees in prayer, in the Word, fortifying myself with fresh supplies of living water.  Trekking through stressful territory taxes my spiritual resources.  The heated exercise leaves me in a weakened state.  It is like a seasoned athlete who treks through the desert heat without any provisions.


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The Name In My Subconscious

I remember your name in the night, O Lord, and keep your law.  Psalm 119:55

Who’s name is on your tongue in the middle of the night?  When we wake out of a deep sleep, a little groggy, conscious but not yet operative, we often speak a name.  It’s most always the identity of someone written deeply in our heart.  A child, a lover, a spouse, a parent.  Is it ever, “Lord Jesus”?


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When I Feel Nothing

Open my eyes, that I may behold wondrous things our of thy law.  Psalm 119:18

Believing eyes are able to behold the wonder of the kingdom.  A spiritual truth is sought after, it is recognized as having more value than anything on this earth, and it is often so stunning that the one reading it sees it through eyes filled with tears.  Unbelieving eyes see nothing of its beauty.  The Word speaks a different language.  It is not attractive nor understandable.  Most of it sounds outrageous, and at the very least, foolish.

Oftentimes, on the days when I need His Word the most, I am blinded by my own pain. I have unbelieving eyes.  Emotions run hot and I only see words on a page.  What pierced my heart a week ago doesn’t speak to me today.  Trials can be numbing.

I might lack eyesight because of an illness in my body.  When the flesh is out of sorts, the beauty and luster can be obscured.  The worst thing I can do in either of these cases is chalk it all up to a bad day and shut out the scriptures.  When I’m numb to my need, my need is the greatest!  When I’m incapable of connecting, God wants nothing more than to help me.

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Immature Obedience

My soul keeps your testimonies; I love them exceedingly.  Psalm 119:167

I don’t think any child wants to obey.  Fear and respect keep his behavior in check.  In that moment when he decides what he’s going to do, fear of consequences and respect for authority will cause him to adhere to the rules.  That is immature obedience but obedience nonetheless.


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