The instant, when your power fades and your heart opens, you may know the Truth.  Read the Word and you will cry, laugh, plead, regret and hope, for this is not the fickle word of man but the Story of Glory’s call to all.  Today, we rejoice for the Lord has risen to be seated at the Right Hand of God, awaiting the time when He shall return for all men who believe.  This is not something that is simply ours but for all humankind, for He died so that all might see freedom from sin and death and in the face of Mercy to be repaired to God.

These things humble me, not out of fragility, but the strength of a man choosing to kneel before His Master.  Authenticity is not a formula, it is passion, it is will to challenge the wrongs against humankind, it is the overwhelming drive to rise to a place beyond human regard.  Do we dream of “Thy Will be done, on Earth as it is in heaven”.  Do we plot, conspire and labor at any cost to see God’s Intentions completed?  If not then we serve our legacy.  It is not about me, yet it fulfills me more than the greatest personal achievement, that moment when I see someone aspire to know God’s Face.  I am refreshed beyond my own capacity each time that someone cries out for help and I am able to show them the Light God sparked within my spirit.  I am at peace resting at His Feet.

They hurt so Father, but I know the purpose for their pain.  They are so lonely, but I see how being alone makes them thirst for You.  They hunger Lord, in a way that may never be fulfilled by the food of this world.  Each time Lord I even hear of how they treated You, I am crushed, for it should have been my flesh they rent with that cat of nine tails.  Every time I think of You laboring with that rugged tree upon your back heading up the hill to take my place, I wish for the opportunity to somehow pay you back.  Every time I see them spit upon You and pull at Your Beard, shivers travel my entire soul, as I think that could have been me on the Via De La Rosa, conspiring to kill my God.  Each time I remember the moment when the disciples betrayed You, I remember what a horrible fool I have become.  For Lord I love you, but I love You with the imperfect heart of a man, and as such I am flimsy in my grasp of these Eternal Things.  Give me a clean heart.  Prepare me for that moment when I will walk across the expanse of time and death to fall at Your Feet in jubilation.  The moment when we meet and I am finally acquainted with the Face I have longed to behold.

Thank You Jesus for dying for all mankind.  Thank you for showing me the way to the cross and beyond it where I might be set free.  Thank You for hearing my prayers in the middle of the night asking that You help those I love to find the same.  Give us this day, the Bread of Your Body that was crushed for us.  Give us this day the sin cleansing wash in Your Healing, Redeeming Blood that was shed for all mankind.   Forgive me as I continue to struggle in my humanity to do even one thing righteous, fully knowing that it cannot be done.  Any good deed I will ever do will be done through Your Spirit living in me.  For a moment let me breathe free of my own foolish heart and live Truly For You, With You and By Your Perfect Will.  In Jesus’ Name, there is no other name by which we might be set free.