The purpose of all of this is to find out who we are …. whom Elohim created us to be … man may try to stop what God is doing, but, man will never succeed. No one can tell what is in the very heart of a person. No one can.
It has been to my sheer amazement that you are all not like me.
I’m being very serious here.
How does God get it all so write …….. gotya ….. right.
I loved to read in our church sunday school as a child. Church to me is like being at home. Really to be honest. Church is more my home than my home. I belong to church. I belong to JESUS. It was in all that reading in sunday school …. really …. I was to play with the kids and take care of them while their parents went to mass. I learnt the art of expressing my thoughts on paper.
I’m amazed. Simply amazed.
It’s Easter and once again everyone in church does the Easter thing. But for me Easter or Christmas is not a time of the year. It’s when JESUS says. It’s when the Holy Spirit brings to mind in remembrance of who HE is. Who JESUS truly is.
But, to go with the flow …… I join in.
Crosses everywhere. Do I really have a choice. Crosses everywhere, all throughout the year now.
The fascination since childhood has never in my mind left me. I still ponder and wonder and think. What happened. I still ask JESUS the same question. I still ask my Father the same question. And I’m never disappointed in the TRUTH. Who JESUS really is. Why HE came. What HE came for. How HE came. The reasons behind this mystery. Why HE keeps on calling calling and calling me.
I’m tired thinking about it all, really, to be honest. It’s very exhausting thinking about things of the Spirit. Being touched by the Spirit. Being filled up up up completely with the Spirit. To be totally soaked in the oils of the Holy Spirit and to be brought to mind all the things that are of Spirit.
If I’ve exhausted my entire life devoted to finding out the things of the Spirit. So let it be. Let it be done according to THY will O LORD. This is what I say to my Father in heaven. Hallowed be THY Name.
What an absolutely dreadful day it was.
The place where JESUS was crucified was a place of death. The Romans made examples of everyone who crossed their paths and would not conform. They killed them. An awful death. They beat them to a pulp. The place where JESUS was crucified stank of death and sin and every corrupt area of man’s fallen nature. In every deed.
Not only did the stench of death and flesh and sin remain in the area. It was the most humiliating place that could have been chosen for God to have been put to death when death was never possible in a HOLY God. JESUS the Christ.
I used to stand in this place upset and could not think straight at what I see. I would look around and wonder why why why.
I’ve grown since then.
Now I stand and look and take it all in ….. and learn ….. who my God is ….. who JESUS is ….. who the Holy Spirit is … the Godhead, three in ONE.
Tears still spring up ……. but …. I can finally make sense of it all.
I’ve found myself in this place where it all seemed so unfair when all JESUS said is, I AM. HE only told them who HE is. It’s so unfair JESUS. It’s just so unfair. So very unfair that they should crucify YOU just cos YOU told them the TRUTH. YOU are I AM.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I only belong to JESUS. It’s not use fighting what was prayed over me since my birth. Saying this, a bolt of lightning has just appeared right outside my window. I live at the top of a hill and below me is a valley. So, lightning is a common occurrence here. I feel like I’m in Revelations. At the throne of grace at JESUS’ feet up here.
I just belong to JESUS. Fact and I’m happy finally finding out who I am in Christ. HIS and HIS alone.
It’s all about JESUS and those who truly belong to HIM.
A heart matter.
HEART to heart.
You all remember that JESUS was mauled so badly with those hooks at the end of the whips that HE did not resemble anything that of a man. That of a human. HE was totally ripped to sheds. HIS flesh. You all know this right. It’s Scriptural.
For me, what do I do about this. The other day, just a week ago, I go to JESUS’ body at the bottom of this cross and kiss HIS heart, again.