i was reading / thinking / googling about Jesus as our advocate and when i looked up the definition ,
[[ to speak or write in favor of ; support or urge by argument ; recommend publicly ]] ,
the word ' publicly ' stood out to me .
as my experience and knowing of Jesus' love increases , my understanding and the fathomability of it likewise and exponentially decrease .
when my mind creates it's image in response to Jesus interceding in Heaven , it envisions this calm , quiet, peaceful man , kneeling with eyes closed and hands folded ; lips moving at a steady pace with no audible sounds escaping them .
but actually ? i don't buy that picture for a second .
He is jealous for me .
I have stolen His heart .
He was not a passive , ' here's my prayer Father , take it or leave it ' , man and so how much more could that persona not be adopted by Him in all His glory of royalty and divinity ?
He is passion .
Fire .
His Presence comes in Peace but His still small voice does not come in a missable silence but one that is louder than all of the noise .
He is anything but indifferent .
He died for me .
He gave up everything to have me , to be with me .
He sweat His very blood for me .
He weeps for me .
He rejoices over me .
He embodies all of these things and more to an extent beyond all human capacity even dare try to imagine .
I saw Him the way I did because of what I believed - or didn't - of His love for me .
embarrassed .
timid .
shy .
secret .
obligatory .
His love is foolish , lavish , loud , flamboyant .
He is not ashamed .
He is incessantly moving Heaven and shaking hell for me .
Flaunting His love for me with the Father .
Waving publicly the price He paid for me - He will not lose what He paid for .
He will not lose me .
weak , broken , snotty , messy , little me .
because in reality of His sight right now , and one day also in my own i will see that , i am strong , whole , beautiful , pure , and sparkling whiter than snow . . . ' little ' irrelevant because He'll be holding me and the sight of Him is more than our eyes could possibly fully capture of the glory they behold .
[[ to speak or write in favor of ; support or urge by argument ; recommend publicly ]] ,
the word ' publicly ' stood out to me .
as my experience and knowing of Jesus' love increases , my understanding and the fathomability of it likewise and exponentially decrease .
when my mind creates it's image in response to Jesus interceding in Heaven , it envisions this calm , quiet, peaceful man , kneeling with eyes closed and hands folded ; lips moving at a steady pace with no audible sounds escaping them .
but actually ? i don't buy that picture for a second .
He is jealous for me .
I have stolen His heart .
He was not a passive , ' here's my prayer Father , take it or leave it ' , man and so how much more could that persona not be adopted by Him in all His glory of royalty and divinity ?
He is passion .
Fire .
His Presence comes in Peace but His still small voice does not come in a missable silence but one that is louder than all of the noise .
He is anything but indifferent .
He died for me .
He gave up everything to have me , to be with me .
He sweat His very blood for me .
He weeps for me .
He rejoices over me .
He embodies all of these things and more to an extent beyond all human capacity even dare try to imagine .
I saw Him the way I did because of what I believed - or didn't - of His love for me .
embarrassed .
timid .
shy .
secret .
obligatory .
His love is foolish , lavish , loud , flamboyant .
He is not ashamed .
He is incessantly moving Heaven and shaking hell for me .
Flaunting His love for me with the Father .
Waving publicly the price He paid for me - He will not lose what He paid for .
He will not lose me .
weak , broken , snotty , messy , little me .
because in reality of His sight right now , and one day also in my own i will see that , i am strong , whole , beautiful , pure , and sparkling whiter than snow . . . ' little ' irrelevant because He'll be holding me and the sight of Him is more than our eyes could possibly fully capture of the glory they behold .
I found your blog! Thanks for sharing these beautiful thoughts. I'm blessed.
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