Father God, I wept when I thought of seeing your face, laughing in thankfulness, joy and the finality of continual peace.  You have known me but I know so little of You.  I have this great Word, given for my understanding, and each time I review, contemplate and apply its teaching I want to meet its creator.  Have I seen Christ?  Yes, in the center of my mind there is a picture of Him, calling to me, bidding me be silent, learn and do as the Word directs.  So many angry, prideful men, wish that they were Him.  Even brethren, led astray by their own covetousness, try to psychologically thrash those seeking into accepting the love of Christ, without mercy, without understanding and without kindness or gentleness.  We were meant to speak His Word or be given His Word to speak as needed, not develop some robust, sickeningly sweet or bitter utterances that give us the upper hand.  In our wicked state He came to us and set us free as a gesture of His Love.  How then could we offer any thing but that precious example to those who remain in suffering?  What I don’t know may be resolved by getting in the Word and relaying that Word to those who desperately need “its” power and authority.

Your Grace pauses my tongue, as I realize that both vitriol and praise arise from this same throat.  Oh what a sinner I have been, all the more that I should treasure in thankfulness and obedience the gift of my salvation, redemption and sanctification, especially this side of glory.  I am not threatened by my sin anymore, not that I am free of it for I continue to fall daily, but rather because I know that I have been cleansed of unrighteousness by the Blood of Christ.  I have repented and wish that I would soon see the day of my glorification and the final removal of my propensity to humanity and sin.  However, this is God’s plan, a right good one too.  No one of us could have constructed or manufactured this story out of our own imagination, for this world and its progression toward eternity is a thing of God.  We have been set upon the scales and will be measured by our understanding and conformity to God’s Word, His expectations and direction.  Our only Hope is choice, the choice of accepting His lifeline, His salvation, His “Way Out” of our calamity or choosing to close our hearts, minds and spirit to the Truth that we all know to be the truth.

Father, why are kids so great?  They bug you incessantly yet still manage to make you think about the things that you had previously forgotten or dismissed as common sense or boring.  What is it about their spirit that allows them to look passed our hardened humanity to see the right thing?  How may we return to such innocence, excitement and fervor for life?  How might we laugh at the simplest thing and love without expectation or standards?  Teach us to love again anew, especially respecting the pain of those suffering the nightmares of sin and lack of salvation.  Let me speak with Your Love so that they might see past this world’s recrimination.  Let me remember Your Word when there are only a few words that may be uttered, especially in those times when I only have time for a handful or phrase.  Give me hope in such abundance that those to which I speak cannot help but be effected.  Let me show them Christ and not me.  I love You Lord Jesus and I know that You Love me.