I woke up this Sunday morning with a heart full of praise, praise for the God of Heaven and Earth, the Creator of this wonderful universe. As I stepped outside into the garden, I was in awe once more at the beauty of His creation and the love lavished on us, His children. How undeserving of all these treasures we really are. We sing Holy, Holy is the Lord in church on a Sunday morning, and then we live the most unholy lives the rest of the week. We think that just because we do not commit adultery, murder or theft, we are better than anybody else, and yet the sins that Jesus spoke most against during his ministry were hypocrisy, pride and impure lives that defile God’s Holy nature. Can you hear the devil laughing yet? The ones who are to set the standard of Christ-likeness in the world are really not that different to unbelievers. The message their life conveys is actually more hollow and void of meaning than the message of those who claim God does not exist, for at least their lives are consistent with their lack of faith. Our Heavenly Father has set us examples of His perfection and splendour wherever we are, everywhere we look, and yet our lifestyles do not reflect the honour we should feel, as we have been invited to be partakers of His divine nature.
This Sunday morning, my heart is full of the praise and awe contained in the song below. However, I did not go to church today and that is fine. The God I worship does not dwell in the four walls a congregation gathers in on a Sunday morning, and He certainly does not preside over the agendas of self-appointed teachers and prophets. I do not want to be just another Christian who sings to the top of his/her voice the praises of our wonderful Lord and Redeemer once or twice a week, to then live in defeat, unforgiveness, selfishness, pride and anger the rest of the week. I want the tables of my life to be turned upside down. I long for my love for Jesus to inundate every hour of my time on this earth, my every breath. I long for that perfect love that sustains me to translate into practical and tangible acts of love towards others. I am no longer content or satisfied with reducing the awesomeness and mystery of my Heavenly Father to a couple of hours on a Sunday morning when there are witnesses, when people are looking. There has to be, in my spirit I know that there is so much more to Christianity and to Christ’s legacy than merely sustaining and ensuring the self-preservation of a church, a ministry. I want to be a light that shines for Jesus as do so many other Christians today, but sadly, we extinguish the fire of God in us the moment we choose to belong to a particular church or ministry and in our pride reduce our God-given witness to taking ownership and controlling those whose lives and direction God has entrusted us with; we simply forget the height from which we ourselves have fallen; we grab hold of Jesus’ precious gift and then we run with it, forgetting we have not learnt to walk yet, learnt to walk daily in His grace and not our power.
Be blessed as you watch the video below and listen to this wonderful song.
Finally, here are some pictures I took in our garden this morning which are not the best photography but certainly capture what lies deep in my heart.