September 23, 2009

• Father's Love... a little more...

  I believe I’ve only tapped into the father’s love a little.  I believe there is so much more, but if I had too much of it I would collapse.  God is gradually giving me more as I’m getting more and more firmly rooted in Him.  God’s fatherly love is so pure, so strong, so protective, so affirming… His heart yearns and goes out to His children.  I’ve experienced this love now and then during prayer times alone and I always end up in tears, often for long periods of time.  It’s a love that originally put the yearning in my heart to pray for Jesus to return (comequickly).  I wanted the hurting to stop.  I wanted the hurting of those around me who had such broken lives to stop.  God soon corrected me that the answer isn’t to just pray that Jesus returns and puts an end to sin, but that I be used to spread His love and His healing to those around me.  God has given me the missionary heart to truly see His return (Matthew 24:14).  He has also given me a stronger desire to see the broken heart mended and the weak growing strong.  A love that speaks out that we aren’t meant to live as broken pieces of pottery.  Have you read Zechariah 11:7-13?  It’s a sad passage and a clear prophecy of Jesus, of His great love and yet our great rejection of Him.  In the passage, He is paid 30 pieces of silver for His shepherding, which is actually the price of a slave.  He was paid slave wages.  Interestingly, the money was given to the potter  (Zech 11:13).  In Matthew 27:5-7 Judas returns the wages of Jesus (thirty pieces of silver) to the temple and it is used to purchase the potter’s field.  The potter’s field is a junkyard of all the potter’s “mistakes”… the broken jars, broken cups, broken plates… things that are unusable and considered worthless.  But Jesus redeems them.  He redeems the field of broken vessels.  He takes what the world had tossed away and makes them new again.  This is the love God has for His people.  Its a love that sees inner beauty; that sees beyond the surface; a love that desires to redeem.  I believe I’ve only brushed the surface of this love in my relationship with God.  I want to see it released more. 

  God bless!

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