a beautiful mess

“The restoration of GOD is always greater than the devestation of evil.” – Brian Wade

“Let those who dwell in the dust / wake up and shout for joy…” – Isaiah 26.19

“Little girl, I say to you, get up!” – Yeshua to the dead daughter of Jairus

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for some time now, i have had this grand dream of writing a book. a short book, no doubt, but a book nonetheless. along the way, many chapters have been titled and many chapters have been given the ole backspace protocol. many ideas have been born, some better and more economically beneficial than others: it’s a hard thing writing a book.

however, the central theme has remained the same: resurrection always follows death: only the sleeper can awaken: guilt must be plead in order to receive mercy.

and as with most recurring experiences along the quest in the kingdom, if it is an overarching principle, it is probably a daily principle: if it is true for a thousand days, then it is probably true for a single day.

so it is with salvation. so it is with resurrection. so it is with prayer. and on and on.

i am reminded every day of GOD’s desire to restore and heal and bring shalom. i don’t think i am worthy, but i know i am not worthless, either. this gem of a truth wrecks me most days: GOD is interested in restoring and redeeming all things, and for some insane reason, he uses people as unworthy as myself to be a part of this movement.

but you can’t be healed unless you’re broken. the seed can’t give birth to life, except it die. GOD says he is our shield, but a shield only protects that which is behind it; we must see ourselves as being in constant need of rescue if we are to live lives outside of the grave, with new eyes and GOD as our shield.

yeshua’s own words to the little girl in mark five are absolutely proposterous when you consider that he was actually speaking to a dead girl. why speak to a dead girl in the first place…unless you first believe you have the power to raise her?! then comes the precious words: little girl, i say to you, get up! talitha koum.

selah.

and i believe, to a point, these are the words the spirit of yeshua speaks to each of his followers at each new dawn. rise from your sleep, δευτε οπισω μου, cast off the grave clothes and let’s bring this kingdom of heaven to all the hells we’ll encounter…beginning with those places nearest your own heart and mind.

i desperately want to make loving GOD and loving others my only purpose(s) in life. i know i have hurt so many people along the way and across the years, and it is often hard to press on when the voices of this world remind me of the damage my hands and words have wrought. but then blows a gentle wind, the very πνευμα of GOD, and i am reminded that, lo and behold, i am a ‘son of the resurrection’. when my hands are busy holding onto GOD, i find i must put down any stones still in my palms: either the stone of burden, or the stone of accusation.

“for when heaven comes, i swear it comes in love.” – as cities burn

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despite my unbelief, i believe that who i am is a son of the only living god & king, YHWH [blessed be his name]. a son of the resurrection. a son of the wind which bends all things.

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