Sunday, June 3, 2012
God Told Me
It always happens.
It's the never-intended-to-be-a-secret-but-seems-that-way verity of Psalm 91:14: "'Because he loves me,' says the Lord, 'I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. He will call upon me, and I will answer him. I will be with him in trouble. I will deliver him and honor him. With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation.'"
While I have sinned so terribly against Him since popping out into this world, I have always acknowledged Him in Jesus as enlightened/enabled by the Holy Spirit and He has always saved me in time as preface to experiencing the greatest salvation of all in a 1 Corinthians 13:12 kinda way.
Simply, I have never fudged on the identity of Jesus as Lord and Savior and I am convinced He has kept me from drowning in the cesspools of my sin along with the attacks of the enemy's accomplices because I have never fudged on the identity of Jesus as Lord and Savior.
Practically, in a Psalm 37:25 kinda way, my desire to be His in all things at all times in all places with all people by confession, conduct, and countenance - knowing that's impossible by humanity which is why Jesus came to make up the difference between deserving to be damned and being admitted so astonishingly into heaven in the end by His grace alone through confidence in His saving Lordship - has unlocked existential favor that makes me even more calm and certain about what happens the first nano-second after the last breath in the holiest communion with Him.
Uh, simply, that means He has always taken care of me after the temptation/testing/humiliating/failing/whatever.
He's always come through for me because of that reality in Psalm 91:14.
$ appears out of nowhere when I need it.
Not more than I need.
What I need - daily bread.
Whether it's $ for our family of faith at First or $ for the First Response Team or $ for truly Biblical/Christocentric ecumenicity or franchise stuff or $ to pay bills or the $ coming for my missionary mule, He always provides.
I just finished the hardest two weeks of my recent life and ministry.
The particulars are irrelevant; though there have been hints in the last few KDs.
While I'm just scratching the surface of my relationship with F/S/HS and hardly as devotional as I should/could/wanna be, I survived and came out, as OC might say, with a stronger calmer sanity than ever before.
In a Matthew 10 kinda way.
Anyway, as the most recent temptation/testing/humiliating/failing/whatever ended, God told me what's next in a dream during the early hours of 6/1.
Especially verses 4-5.
And it's been happening at an almost exponential...
Of course, this isn't about me.
It's about us.
You know how He goes: "Our Father, who..."
Actually, He probably summed it up best in Matthew 5:24-27; and don't miss the necessary link in 5:21-23.
My famous friend in KCMO likes to say, "We don't allow more than two or three God told me(s) a year at..."
God told me the preceding.
Now, uh, it's/He's just renewing that in...
BTW, as Michael W. Smith might say, that last song is for Jesus and not for anyone less than...
Blessings and Love!