God has shown me the folly of this world, the wasteful array of its pursuits, the trouble it breeds.
Before I paid attention I was part of all its frenzy… of its lusts and deception… of the dark and wearied places.
But when Light truly shined upon my face in ways that I could understand… I changed.
When humility sheathed me in its breast – I recovered… and lived.
The “lie” of life is that God does not exist and does not care. Cruel deception says He does not intervene in the affairs of men.
But He does.
And desperate caring from His unerring Breath of Life rekindled the refuse of my dust to flames of holiness. I have been set apart for blessing and I know it. Now I behold His Face.
How can a people be reconciled to God unless someone is willing to be “of” their blood? The righteous must be willing to sacrifice for unbelievers, as Jesus did for all of us.
I used to feel “less” because some of my blood is French; because some of it is Negro; because some of it is Native American, and Irish. These are nations hated by men and thought to be “less”. How foolish was I!
The nation of Moab became part of the Royal Bloodline of Jesus the Christ; Ruth was of Moabite blood. Despised and defiled, yet the hearts of all those given to Christ and His sacrificial love for us have been forgiven and purified, so God is not ashamed to call them “brethren”.
I love Jesus, my heart is His; this has been so since the day I surrendered at only nine years old. (That was a long time ago.) The righteousness of God in my heart is shed forth onto my bloodline of Native American, Negro, Irish, and French… none of them are truly “less”; nor am I for being “of” them in the flesh. I love my God-given, earthly heritage.
In truth, it is “more” because I love Jesus, and His gift of obedience within me has reconciled many bloodlines in His Name.
“For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works which God has before-ordained that we should walk in them.” (Eph. 2:10)
Merciful Father, I thank You so much for the mercy You’ve shown to me. Thank You for always speaking to me in the ways I need and for causing me to listen “intelligently”, with humility as my banner, first. My life is in Your hands.
God, You mean everything to me, and I will follow You all the days of my life. I promise.
In the Name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit I pray.