While Jesus was here on earth, he offered prayers and pleadings, with a loud cry and tears, to the one who could rescue him from death. Hebrews 5:7
How many people exist with whom you can speak freely – without a filter? With whom can you pour out your heart and know that divine wisdom is hearing it, filtering it, and responding to it? Precious few. To speak freely is a gift rarely experienced.

‘Pouring out’ in Hebrew means what it portrays. To empty oneself of something. I’ve been surprised just how often this phrase is used in scripture.
- Consider the night Jesus was betrayed. He left three of His disciples to pray and watch as He poured out His heart before God.
- A dependent prayer is described as the ‘pouring out of one’s soul’.
- God also says that ‘He pours out His wrath’. That’s sobering.
- And how about this? God says that He will ‘pour out His Spirit on the house of David’ and they will finally be able to see ‘whom they have pierced and weep bitterly.’ Zech 12:10
Do I feel free to pour out my heart freely to God. Or do I feel I have to weigh my words with Him and phrase everything just right? Do I sit on my anger and try to pretend I don’t have any? Is prayer a time when I can truly empty the contents of my soul and know I have placed my heart in safe hands? God extends this kind of freedom to me and I’m held safely in perfect Love.
I am riveted on the beauty of two things; 1.) Lifting my heart to God, tipping it, and pouring out the contents. And, 2) envisioning the effects of Him pouring out His Spirit upon me. This is certainly where Jesus got His strength on the night of His arrest. He poured out His anguish and God poured out His strength upon Him for His final hour.
Both are beautiful. While I would certainly feel better having poured out my soul, the benefits would be miniscule in comparison to what would happen if God poured out the power of His Spirit on me. Nothing in my world would stay the same.
Pour out Your Spirit upon me today. Let me see Your glory. Touch my lips so that I can pour out words that will transform something mundane into something divine. In Jesus’ name, Amen
Without audible confession, there is serious doubt as to someone’s standing with God. My willingness to align puts my new-found faith in cement. Proclaiming my love and allegiance to Jesus when keeping company with Jesus-haters makes me an enemy.
The life of faith is to confidently anticipate God’s grace for what you will need today. Later, when the pressure of making tough choices overwhelms you, God’s Spirit will have gone ahead of you. His voice will be heard in the stillness to help you stand and make solid decisions. So declare Psalm 9 now. Ahead of the battle. Ahead of His provision. He holds Himself responsible to meet your needs.
So what about Jesus words in Matthew where he says that only an evil and adulterous generations seeks for a sign? Just after, He called them wicked and perverse. But that whole account was characterized by rebellion and unbelief. Jesus was the sign but they rejected Him. In their denial of the truth, they asked for another sign. This was an affront to God the Father.
Now, as a matter of daily discipline, I bind my mind to the mind of Christ. I loose my mind from the grip of my flesh. As long as God’s precepts rule my world, inside and outside, I know the freedom of living in a spacious place. The vistas are expansive. The view is breathtaking. The roads available to me are endless. The mysteries are intellectually and intuitively challenging. There is no graduation, then coasting into retirement before taking my last breath. There is wonder for the keenest centenarian.
I used to think it a bit simplistic but now, many years later, simple is right. Are there more reactions to Jesus than this? Perhaps not.