Present in the moment. Not some new ager in touch with reality to the point of enlightenment and manifestation of the powers of creation. This is a Christian thing, knowing what to say and intimately aware of God’s authority and direction for your life.  I don’t want to be anything more or less than I was designed to be, no power lust for me.  With great power comes all the accountability associated with the realization that all actions have intended and unintended consequences.  I have neither the wisdom, skill nor emotional security to process the fact that someone may starve so that others might eat, or one must die that others may live.  Those are things left for the Master of creation, not good for creation to be making decisions without the requisite Sovereign wisdom or authority.

What am I present for?  My education, sanctification, stripping from me the ecoutrement of a fallen world, poisons of my past pain, affect of a brutality left unrestrained.  Replaced, replaced by those healthy characteristics of a Holy and Righteous King, imbued with understanding and skills beyond previous mean.  Present is to be touched in this world by the shaping and conforming hand of God.  When he gets a hold of your heart and makes it all matter, no step left unimportant, no stone left undisturbed for purpose.  Shaped, remade, disrupted and transformed, a new human designed for heavenly reckoning and instructful intervention on behalf of an unaware and perhaps ungrateful humanity.  Crying tears for disobedient or lost sheep, that belong to my shepherd.  Oh that my watchful eyes see the one person I might encourage, leaving them enough hope to reach out and make the greatest available decision, to cry out to God for succor and relief.

John, Peter and my other Brothers have seen Christ in his glorified body, but how will they react to see Christ the King?  Righteous, on fire with His full Glory.  Brilliance.  I feel for my Brothers for they know something that we will never know, Christ as man.  We will not be confronted with the lamb of God, but the Lion of Judah.  How will I react in that presence?  Ashamed, unworthy, facing firmly the ground upon which His Glorified feet take step.  I don’t know about you folks, but I crave and fear that great day when those eyes look into mine.  With all of my being I wish to be with the Lord, but know fully what being in his presence portends, true humility and the realization of my remaining sin being stripped away.  What are your steps toward Glory?

Are you struggling like me?  Do you find it difficult to control your words, carefully choosing what may be hurtful, replaced by those encouraging utterances?  Lord, I don’t know why you have chosen someone so inept to express ideals through word.  Ideals and principles too grand for this man, the conveyances better left to Sovereignty.  I am frail, frightened, ill equipped, hungry, tired, naked and alone, but the wonder of it all is that is exactly where I am the most powerful.  That moment where my tank is empty is when my only fuel is You.

Fill me Father.  Place me in those predicaments beyond my capability, please.  For only in those moments am I, Truly Present.

How does an unclean things speak of something righteous and pure?  This thing is beyond me.  It is something left for Spirit.  Praise You that you have created a way for me to be cleansed and I am now found made anew, a thing of spirit.  So I eagerly speak that Glorious name of my saviour, my Master, my God and my King.  My spirit speaks, JESUS and I am remade, refreshed and prepared for eternity’s call.