There are days I think I will never get it, Lord. I long for days of Moses, when I could see Your temple and Your glory. I cry out to enter the Holy of Holies, and worship you. Oh, to eat the manna from Heaven, how sweet it must taste. I wonder what it would be like to sit at Your feet like Mary, and just listen. I ponder, what would be like to see miracles happen. I ask for less, when what You have given me is so much more.
Moses never saw Your face without the veil. He never saw Your promise of Salvation revealed, he never knew the joy and victory over death, that a old wooden cross covered in the blood of the lamb could bring. When Moses left the tent, You did not go with him. The Israelites built a calf, because they feared that You had left them alone in the desert. Once a year, only the high priest could come into Your holy presence. The people could not hear from You directly and sometimes they waited a lifetime for a prophet to arise, so they could know Your will. There was no written word for them to study. They lived in fear of Your power, Your might, and Your judgments, always having to make sin offerings. Few had access to your power.
We have a written instruction book, the Bible, that tells us of Your love, Your forgiveness, Your sacrifice, and Your mercy. We can choose to walk in that gift of love. It tells us, Your wants and desires for our life; and how to live so that we can be happy. Its wittiness and history attest to Jesus. It records his birth, his life, his miracles, his death, and his accession. We do not believe without cause.
Christ ripped the veil, now we can see God clearly. Jesus washed away our sin, and gave us His righteousness in order, that we can freely enter into His presence any day, and any time. We do not have to wait on someone else, and hope that he can explain our hearts to God. We do not have to live in fear, that some sin might cut us off from Him; for all our sins, have been bought, and paid for in full.
To those who choose to follow Him, He gives the right and privilege to be called His children. He prepares a place for us in heaven and gives us eternal life. He pours out His many blessing on us.
As if to say Death was not enough, He gives one more blessing, more awesome than all the rest. You see, He chooses to live in you and me. He wanted to be so close to our heart that we could never be without Him. His Spirit is a friend, the inner person that talks with me, laughs with me, cries with me, and lives with me. He shows me God’s heart and my heart. He teaches me, and brings God’s words back into my soul making it alive, and active within me. When I have acted shameful, He woos my heart, and calls it home. When I am afraid He gives me strength and power. If my heart is breaking, He rocks me in arms of love, and comforts me. He gives me joy, when my circumstances say hopelessness.
He has put inside me, in the form of His Spirit, unimaginable rivers of love, wisdom and power, that I find I have trouble freeing. I must fight to hear the person inside me saying, “Yes, you can because I AM is in you. You can say, to this mountain of sickness, debt, and troubles be moved, for I live in you and it must obey My voice. You can speak boldly to the lost and hurting, offering them life and healing because My power is inside you and I have not forgotten how to cause it to work. You can stand toe to toe with Satan and his lies and tell him to leave, for He who is inside you is greater than he who is in the world. I have not left you alone and powerless. It does not depend on your righteousness or ability, but Mine.”
God speaks softly, but firmly, from the inner most part of my heart, “Be still. Rest in me. You are my temple. You have missed nothing. Come see.”
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Kathy, this is a beautifully written article. It should help others understand the awesomeness of God, and the need and way to seek Him. Well done. P.S. Do you happen to be the Kathy Barnes that was our pastor's wife at one time at Nashua, Iowa? Verna Mull