His power is not for self edification, it is never to make me more powerful.  It is the seal, the acknowledgement, the mark of my belonging to God and Spirit’s provisioning for my adequate Kingdom witness. Without it my words are limp, dying strands of gibberish leading no where.  Empowered with the Spirit, His light becomes unmistakably embellished upon my visage.  This is power, the power to love someone enough that they may be led to  the knowledge of God through Christ from seemingly simple conversation.  How must that frustrate the enemies of God.

This world tries so hard to be the most important thing to each of us, yet its comparison fizzles, when held up against an eternal God.  Yet deception is an effective artifice of those dark servants.  This is not our home, it may be our time, a time through which we bring glory to either God or gain to man.  What matters is the hereafter and in consequence this life at how it may reflect upon our true life to come, in service of a Holy God.  What I do here matters because it will determine who will be with me in the hereafter and to which position I am assigned based upon my Kingdom performance in this life.  Not to earn salvation, but having accepted the gift in faith, now working to bring forth God’s Will in Power, Spirit and Truth.  Does standing on a promise in faith create power opportunity?

I am tiny, yes, you see my insignificance.  I will not brandish false bravado, hoping to pump up my own self indulgent courage.  But that is the wonder of my circumstance.  It is a dependence upon power that “is” living within me, yet not of me but using me in ambassadorial sense.  See our God is the God that “IS”.  He lives, unlike the fables, foibles of phantasmal fascinations created either in imagination or crafted by the hands of man to comfort his aloneness.  Unlike all other God’s He needs no sacrifice preferring surrender, He abhors our own works, delighting only in our obedience to the only perfect vision, His own.  You see, no matter how hard I try and come up with a concept entirely my own, I am eternally confronted with its ancient existence within His Word.  His Word, comforting me that I belong to the beginning and the end, kin to a Father who spoke and it became.  He spoke and all this was created, How then must I be remade by the hearing, speaking and reflection of that same Living Word?

That is Power.  The Power of His reflection in my eyes.  The Power of His Spirit emanating from each of us in servant discipleship.  The Power of Words, so potent that they frighten time and gravity.  The Power to accept a promised victory assured by the God who created all.  I exercise my power, the power to say yes Lord, I am yours in choice, belief and hope-filled, faithful execution of your Will until I may thank you in Person.  God be praised in the awesome name of Jesus Christ the King.