Burning BridgesJuly 22, 2009
There’s something wonderful and fascinating about moving into a new season. A bidding farewell to the world as we knew it; reflecting on that which was, but is now beginning to wane in the wake of a new series of definitions. Places never before visited, encounters with souls previously unknown to us, revelations concerning the deep things of God that could have never been fathomed in earlier days, mountaintop encounters beyond our wildest cogitations and trials that will rattle everything around us. Challenges unexpected that will take us to our wits end and leave us suspended for a time; until we have abandoned all confidence in the flesh along with everything that is of us. Nudging us into a position of complete trust in God who raises the dead and brings refreshing to those who love him. Understanding that “neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
The previous phases will undoubtedly have their share of memorials, which distinguish their role in a persons journey through the valley of decisions. This past weekend, while cleaning out the basement, I came across a number of pictures from days gone by. Times when the kids were really young and Morgan would often smile. (This was almost disturbing because I haven’t seen her smile like that in years. It was a sobering reminder that a soul is in under assault and fervent prayer is a must.) There will be memories of firsts, memories of accomplishments, memories of sweet fellowship, and memories of lessons learned; sometimes the easy way and sometimes the not so easy way. Memories of the hour that we first believed, which cause us to be ever thankful for our great salvation in Christ Jesus. A faithful Creator in whom we can place our complete confidence; without wavering or apprehension.
Yet time marches forward to it’s steady, relentless beat. None of our sentitimental journeys can reverse its flow towards the embodiment of the everlasting. We rightfully cherish the memories, learn from the mistakes, organize the photos in a book of remembrance, but ultimately we will continue on the journey toward our eternal abode. And therein lies our blessed hope; not so much in where we’ve been; although each season has contributed to who and where we are today, but in that when this brief stroll through the theater of atoms is finished we have an inheritance incorruptible, eternal in the heavens. A city made without hands where we shall forever dwell in the presence of the Lord Jesus and a cast of untold millions, from every tribe and and generation, who were redeemed by the blood of the Lamb.
There’s a liberty in letting go of all that is frivillous and focusing on those issues of eternal significance. One of the motivations behind each posting is to encourage the saints to release many of those issues which lose their relevance one second after our final breath is discharged and focus on those works which will follow us into eternity. This world is temporal and our portion is but a drop in the bucket. I’ve been through a lot of seasons where carnality and gnat-straining were the order of the day. But when the Lord works a deliverance from such things, it’s an unexplainable liberation. So profound it is, that to see others still caught up in that which we once subscribed to is heartbraking. An example could be this blog. Early posts have a much more pronounced political element and following one particular post, Phil McAlmond called me on it. It was a single comment that led to repentance and much needed adjustment. If time continues, I pray that each of us, in years to come, will look back at July of 2009 and realize growth in Christ that has transpired since.
I should elaborate on the comment by Phil. I cannot even remember what post it was on, however, it involved correlating current political manuverings with prophetic scripture from a carnally motivated angle. Phil left a brief comment that shed light on this. I remember being on third shift at the time because I thought about this all night and realized that he was absolutely right in this observation. Even though I had long beforehand abandoned the political slant to my cogitations, there was still a residual clinging that needed to be detatched. This came about through a casual observation by a saint in Albert Lea MN. Today this incident stands as a memorial to a deliverance that the Lord brought about and a moving on to more relevant issues. (Phil; if you happen to pass by here, “thanks for being obediant to the Lord.)
Today marks the third anniversary of this blogging season. A season which began at Philippians 320 but was expanded to this venue in September of 2006. Where this endeavor goes from here is anyones guess. The same applies to any endeavor or campaign. Tomorrow is not a promise and Ecclesiastes 8:8 reminds us “there is no discharge in that war.” Each post has the potential of being our final gesture to the precious ones who pass through this venue and every moment of our life is a one time occurrance that will never pass by again. I know that I’m in the early stages of season changing; although the perimeters are obscure to put it mildly. Change can happen in a moment, but it’s usually more gradual; like the warm days of summer gradually giving way to the crisper days of autumn until finally the first snowfall covers the landscape. Nonetheless, it’s a time of anticipation and pondering what lies ahead and what unforseen twists reside just around the corner. As such, the following verse is ever in the forefront:
Psalm 90:12 “So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.”
To go forth; placing yesterday in the archives of our personal journal and pressing onward toward the prize. Releasing all lingering attitudes and residual attachments while we deliberatly torch every bridge that would offer an easy return to the person that we used to be. A separating from the old in every sense of the word. It can oftentimes seem bittersweet, and it can also cause celebration. It brings forth reflection of where we’ve been and a contemplative wondering at what the conclusion of the matter will look like. All the while remembering the promises of God and assurances of an everlasting habitation through Jesus Christ who is able to save us to the uttermost.
Philippians 1:6 “Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ:”
Blessings always in Jesus name.
Philippians 3:13-15 “Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before,
I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.
Let us therefore, as many as be perfect, be thus minded: and if in any thing ye be otherwise minded, God shall reveal even this unto you.”