From Up Here. . .

The end of all things is near. Therefore be clear minded and self-controlled so that you can pray. Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers a multitude of sins. Offer hospitality to one another without grumbling. Each one should use whatever gift he has received to serve others, faithfully administering God’s grace in its various forms. If anyone speaks, he should do it as one speaking the very words of God.  If anyone serves, he should do it with the strength God provides, so that in all things God may be praised through Jesus Christ.  To him be the glory and the power for ever and ever. Amen  ~ 1 Peter 4:7-11 NIV

Our days are numbered.  Most of us walking around on planet Earth, know this!  We know that life is fragile but we often do not realize just how fragile until death enters our reality.   If it is a personal loss we take inventory,  we take notice that there is an emptiness in the universe.  We finally remember things that had not been said, we remember the time that we took for granted, putting off the phone call or the visit.   We mourn, we wrestle with the question, ‘what if?’ and it lingers until we accept the loss and make peace with the separation. We come to understand that while it is a part of life it is a part that we are never fully prepared to meet.

These past few weeks have been days of turmoil within my soul.  Questions that I have been asking, questions being asked of me by God.

Me:  Who are you God? And what do you want of me?

God:  I am the one who saved you, who loves you and wants fellowship with you.

Me:   How do I behave as a Christian while the world is turning upside down?  How do I show love and compassion in a world so full of anger and hate?

God:  How did my son behave?  What did He do in the face of anger and hate?

Me:  Yes, Lord, you need say no more.

The conversation brings me to tears as I write these words.  It is the second time today I have been brought to tears.   This morning during my morning commute to work  I was listening to a news show on the radio.  The women was  describing what had been done to Chris Stevens, the US Ambassador to Libya,  before he was murdered, the sadness and outrage that came over me was overwhelming.   I cringed at what human beings have done to another because of a hate so deep within their heart that those not born into it can not understand.

I am a Christian.  A born-again believer.  A follower of Christ, albeit not perfect, I strive to live it daily.  I think of myself as conservative on most issues.  Maybe a little to the center on some but I try for the most part to take my stand based on what God’s Words says about the given subject.  When I look at events or actions through the lens of the Bible I have a simple choice, to believe truth or to reject it.  That is what also influences the civil decisions I make.  If I stand conservatively in my daily walk with Christ then I must stand the same on political issues facing our country today.  There can be no difference between the two.

I do not understand those that proclaim their Christianity but deny life to an unborn child by justifying its reason as ‘choice’ or side with tolerance of a religion that not only rejects Christ but believes death to ALL who do not believe their tenants.  I do not understand how you can be a believer of Jesus Christ and vote on issues the are in direct opposition to the principles of God’s Holy Word.

The events taking place today in our country and in the Middle East have deeply effected me.  My emotions have gone the complete spectrum.  Up, down, back and forth.  Worried and anxious.  Utterly flabbergasted to intense shock and rage.  I believe that we must not hide our heads in the sand when it comes to world events.  I believe that each of us has a voice and moral duty to speak out against injustice, cruelty and sin.  As a Christian we have a moral obligation to warn others of the coming danger.  We have a commandment to tell others of the hope we have in Christ.  The hope of eternal life that is available to them.  We can not be silent sitting on the sidelines watching the world go by.

I know that God is sovereign and nothing takes Him by surprise.  He knew before the world began what would take place down here.  I think He looks down and mourns with me and sees my broken heart.  He watches and waits for me to look up and seek Him.  To fellowship with Him, to walk in the cool of my garden and speak with Him about all the things that causes me to wring my hands at the evil and hate transmitted around the world.   If I were being honest I would say aloud, “Lord, none of this make sense, why do you allow it, why do you wait so long to come back, why?”

And in my spirit He says, “You can not see what I see from up here. You can not see all the souls that are full of hope for their loved ones to come to me.  The men and women that are still going out and preaching the gospel in the outer parts of Judea. You can not hear all the angels rejoicing at souls being saved.  You can not see all the souls yet to save. Remember, Michelle, I wait so that none should perish, from up here there is still work to be done!”

Thank you reader, may peace and grace be to you,

Shell

Take my heart, I Lay it down

At the feet of you whose crowned
Take my life, I’m letting go
I lift it up to You who’s throned

And I will worship You, Lord
Only You, Lord
And I will bow down before You
Only You Lord

Take my fret, take my fear
All I have, I’m leaving here
Be all my hopes, be all my dreams
Be all my delights, be my everything

And It’s just you and me here now
Only you and me here now

You should see the view

When it’s only You

Only You by David Crowder

 

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