My God whose ways and
thoughts are higher than my ways and thoughts.
What I desire: To
live before God with true freedom. Freedom centered on the strong knowledge and
security of God’s love. His love has set me free.
Restore us, O God of
hosts, show me the light of your countenance, and we shall be saved. Psalm 80:7
Seek YAHWEH while He
is still to be found, call to Him while He is still near. Let the wicked
abandon his way, and the evil one his thoughts. Let him turn back to YAHWEH who
will take pity on him, to our God who is rich in forgiveness; for my thoughts
are not your thoughts and your ways are not my ways, declares YAHWEH. For the
heavens are as high above the earth as my ways are above your ways, my thoughts
above your thoughts. Isaiah 55:6-9
So yesterday I was reminded of the His ways are not my ways.
Twice really. First I received an email
from the guy on the highway in Spain, the one who searched us out, as we headed
up the highest and hardest hill on El Camino, and threw away his crutches to
run across the road and thank us for praying for Him. And his understanding is
garbled still as he seeks to know more, as is each of our understandings, of He
whose thoughts are above our thoughts. But he wanted to tell me once again that
he holds that moment in his heart forever, when he came face to face with the
love and power of the living God.
And may I never forget that soaring joyous freedom sweeping
through my soul that afternoon. Holy, holy, holy.
And Shaun had to wrestle yesterday afternoon with the Living
God who has placed eternity in our hearts. It was a simple assignment about
Power and Taxes for his economics class, but somehow as I tried to straighten
out his garbled logic, once it was all laid out nicely and neatly, it pointed
straight to a Presence who calls us to love Him with all of our heart, soul,
and mind and our neighbor as ourselves.
May this become a never-forgotten moment of His thoughts are
not our thoughts in the story of his life.
He is always both
within us and over against us. Our reality is as much from His reality as He,
moment by moment projects into us. The deeper the level within ourselves from
which our prayer, or any other act, wells up, the more it is His, but not at
all less ours. Rather, most ours when most His. –Lewis, Letters to Malcolm
Show
me the light of Your countenance today. His
love has set me free.
Prayer:
God, you have
prepared in peace the path I must follow today. Help me to walk straight on
that path. If I speak, remove lies from my lips. If I am hungry, take away from
me all complaint. If I have plenty, destroy pride in me. May I go through the
day calling on You, You, O LORD, who know no other LORD. Ethiopian Prayer
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