Big World, Big Love

Big World, Big Love

Monday, May 12, 2014

"Martha, Martha."


Luke 10
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I tend to worry. I tend to worry a lot. To much to my dismay, I’m always getting hung up on the details of life that I fail to see the big picture. Proverbially, I can’t see the forest through the trees. And sometimes, as unattractive as it is, I can be Martha. I know we all want to be eager and earnest Mary’s completely carefree, sitting sincerely at the feet of Jesus. She’s always content to just be there in His presence, forgetting the rest of life’s demands and troubles, she's the free-spirit. But I know that that isn’t everybody and most people analyze and chew, and mull and plan, and worry and worry some more and carefully construct a program for our lives that is safe and organized because we like safe and organized and smooth and constructed. And God forbid that we ever stray away from the program, even when He’s in the room. We’ve sweated, and toiled, and worked and prepared Him a feast but have forgotten that He already is the Bread of Life and when anybody else gets a glimpse of the big picture, we rebuke him or her for not partaking in the “labors” of preparation. We come to Jesus complaining about something or someone that is “hindering” the flow of our personal agenda, though our intentions may be good, they really are all about us.  And what a biting question to throw at His feet, “Don’t You care, Lord, that I’m here working alone?”   
And maybe sometimes it does feel like you are toiling all alone in the kingdom. You’ve poured it all out for the work of God and it feels like you are carrying the load yourself and everybody else is getting off easy.
But Martha, Martha, of course He cares. But you are worried and upset over all the details. You are troubled about too many trivial things. There’s only one thing that is “needful”, one thing that is necessary, and Mary has chosen that “good part”, and that cannot be taken away from her. There is only one main event and that is Jesus Christ and when He steps in the room, everything else must give honor and place to Him. He is there but we are stuck in the kitchen working in the carnal mentality of worry and cumbersome tasking that we can’t soak in His presence. We are talking at Him, but we aren’t really talking to Him and listening. He’s there in our homes and in our churches but He isn’t really with us. We are so anxious to serve Him in the flesh, but not enough to leave everything behind and sit at His feet to immerse ourselves in His Word and life-changing presence.
I want to choose the good part. The thing that cannot not be taken away from me. And what is it? It is quality time in His presence. I cannot just acknowledge His presence and then walk out of the room and forget that He came to be with me. Mary had grabbed a hold of this revelation- you’ve got to get all you can while He’s there, everything else can wait, but I’ve got to be enraptured in His presence now.
I will stipulate: I am not saying that organization and preparation are not qualities Jesus Christ is asking us to forsake. He is always asking for excellence. But these things must be done in prayer and fasting but Lord grant us the wisdom to know that when You walk in the room, we must relinquish control. It isn't our show, it's His. Our laboring and toiling will never be enough to be equal to or outdo His touch and power. And when we are in His presence, and we’ve done all we could do and laid it all down at His feet, we must give Him full access to work and minister as only He can do. And when Jesus Christ does do the work, it cannot be taken away. When we as a people are truly lost in His presence and engrossed at His feet, there is something that takes place in our hearts and lives- an experience- that can never be taken away and it can never be denied.
But we cannot miss it. We’ve cant afford to miss seeing the forest through the trees. Martha’s of the world: today He is asking you to lay down the burden and stay awhile while the Miracle Maker is in the room.You've come to feed Him with your perfect sermon, and perfect music and worship and perfect ministerial programs but right at this moment, right now, He has come to feed your soul. Let Him.

Thursday, May 1, 2014

"The Price of a Touch": Part Two


The boldness had dissipated.

Like a little girl who was caught stealing a cookie out of the jar, she felt like she had taken something that did not belong to her. A gift that could not have been meant for her.

But refreshing had already begun to overwhelm her.
New life, new blood began to course through her veins.

She heard a voice that felt like Forgiveness and sounded like Peace but she would not dare to look upon His face.
“Who touched me?”
He knew it was not just any admirer trying to have a touch of the thrill.
It was recognition. It was intimacy. It was revelation.

Desperation through itself at His feet and He beheld the object of His Divine Purpose. A Sheep without a Shepherd. The Sickly without a Physician.  Miry clay in need of a Potter’s touch.

“Daughter.”
“Wholeness.”
“Peace.”
“Your suffering is over.”
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In a moment, Jesus Christ can trade your issue of blood for the blood He shed on Calvary. It is not for the thrill seeking or temporary Jesus fans that are only satisfied to watch on the spectator’s sidelines.

He is seeking for the desperate. For the broken but bold. For the determined who demand deliverance. And the only way we can arrive at this desperation is to have a true revelation of who He is- as a Healer, as the Almighty God enrobed in flesh to which all power in Heaven and Earth belong to.

He is looking for a people who are willing to pay the price for just a touch. He is looking for a people in pursuit of His presence- to experience more than just the thrill of emotionalism.
And what does it cost?

Maybe the jeers of mocking crowd, but only for a little while.
Maybe twelve years of longing and waiting.
Everything you own.
To have spent all.
For we cannot be healed until we have forsaken the momentary remedies of this world and pushed through the “press” to have a genuine encounter with the Master.

What is your issue of blood?
What is my issue of blood?
And what is the “press” surrounding me that inhibits me from touching Heaven?