Amist the stinky feet, porta poopers, hard sleeping ground (shoutout Christmas sleeping bag), non-reverse osmosis’d water, and a straight up wind chill…….revelation!!! Praise God.
We were created to worship ; our innate desire is to ascribe worth outside of ourselves. Everybody praises : women, money, substances, sure. Achievement? Credit? Soft blankets? Sucker punch. HOWEVER , idols cannot agree with our gift of worship. God did not inherently design them to reciprocate praise – cue unfulfillment.
I’m learning to ground my conviction (?) in Scripture. So here go. “God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them” (Gen. 1:27). “Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” (Isaiah 9:6). My identity, in Christ, is a son in the image of the Father. So my natural response to understanding that bloodline is WORSHIP! “Offer your body as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God – this is your true and proper worship” (Romans 12:1). Simple , not easy. I’m quick to offer my body for other worldly things. Get your head out of the shadows, let’s say Arenado hits a bomb. Without hesitation, I will jump up to cheer for the Cardinals. In order to spiritually agree with God’s agape (perfect love), my flesh must surrender to the Spirit within. “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it” (John 1:5). And His light is taking up some real estate. Elbow room. There’s something here about fire and burning but still chewing on it.
More revelation – I decide how active I am in the Kingdom of Heaven. God is not disappointed with my inaction , His character is forgiveness. Praise the Lord. But in order to truly reflect the love of Christ, I must be interruptible. Leaning into mystery, curiosity, awareness, humility, compassion, and intercession for others. Discerning the voice of God type stuff. And my heart is being pulled (vocation) towards preaching to young men how to worship. Despite what Michael Jordan says, the ceiling is not the roof. There is no ceiling in Heaven.
Father how good can today get? How much of your agape can I receive? How ambitious can I hope? Reveal it! Amen.
That’s seems like a solid opener…don’t want to set the blog bar too high. Thanks for tuning in to my journey. Much love.
Jackson Miller
