Fatigued.
Not because it was just a so-so night....
...simply speaking, my soul seemed weary.
Zoom-meeting-fatigued.
Covid-19-fatigued.
Riot-fatigued.
Maybe even a bit home-bound-fatigued (missing ministry to faces in real-time).
This morning is a "blog-day" and, yes, I'm a bit blog-writing-fatigued.
Yet, there's tug on my spirit greater than the fatigue.
This is a tug to give Voice to the Word (the Logos...the Rhema...Jesus).
In Jesus' prayer for His disciples in John 17, He asks His Father to guard those whom have been given to Him. Not just the twelve, but all the followers who would come.
You, me, the church.
"Keep them from the evil one."
"Your Word is Truth."
"Don't take them from the world, but guard them, that they might be ONE (emphasis mine)."
In the heart of this prayer, Jesus verbalizes why we've been sanctified and consecrated (set apart and anointed for God's use):
"that the world may know, Father, that You are in me, and I in you, and they are in us, SO THAT, the world may believe that you sent me....and loved them, even as you loved me...before the foundation of the world..."
Just minutes before Jesus prayed, in the midst of His "I'm-going-away-speech," He tells them this:
"A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another, just as I have loved you...BY THIS all people will know that you are my disciples, IF YOU have love for one another."
As He prayed, He asked the Father that we carry on His mission...to make visibly known His name and bring Him glory - meaning, give the world a correct opinion of His nature!!!
More than anything, this morning I realized I am division-fatigued.
I wonder if Jesus is, too?
As He prepared His heart for dying, doing the work of salvation for us, resurrecting, and ascending, we were on His mind the entire time.
My face.
Your face.
White faces.
Black faces.
Brown faces.
Asian faces.
Caucasian faces.
American-Indian faces.
Adult faces.
Teen faces.
Infant and children faces.
With each heart beat until the last one, those, His gifts from the Father (every face), popped into His mind framed in blood (His).
With each breath He breathed until the final struggling breath, when He whispered these words, "It is finished," the purpose for His existence (us) showed up in the form of faces.
He died for us all.
May our bodies sprout hands, mouths, feet, and creative brains...so that we keep the main thing the main thing:
Live Jesus.
Show the world Jesus.
Before it is too late...
Let us be disciples, loving others to Jesus, so that we can make disciples.
I am also hate-fatigued (I expect it out there among the world, but I am especially weary of the hate and spite I see among Jesus-followers)...
Let us do our homework. Before we sign our name to agendas, current hashtags, worldly philosophies that seem sound, ask:
"Does this agenda match Jesus prayer?"
"What's my motivation behind supporting this agenda?"
"Do I really know what the people organizing this agenda stand for?"
I keep seeing signs that read, "Be the change!"
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Needed this today, bless your soul
ReplyDeleteThank you Peg! This is exactly what I needed! I would like to share this on my Facebook page, if that's ok with you?
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