My goal is that their hearts, having been knit together in love, may be encouraged, and that they may have all the riches that assurance brings in their understanding of the knowledge of the mystery of God, namely, Christ, in whom are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge. (Colossians 2:2, 3)
I felt God calling me away for a deeper encounter with him. We had a small motor home, and I drove up the northern California coast. The last miles on dirt roads wound through rain drenched groves of redwood and cypress. At the end of the beach, winter dashed her waves against the cliffs and blew gifts of mist into the silhouettes of jagged pines.
Not a soul was in sight. Just God and me for three days of prayer, fasting, and Scripture. Surely the Holy Spirit would reveal himself in a burning bush, or at least with one of those tingly experiences you read about.
By day three, my spirit was cleansed and saturated with God’s word. It left me hungry for more. As a light drizzle fell outside, I invited the Holy Spirit to fill me. A blessed peace surrounded my being and I basked in his presence for another hour. Ah, that was so good and right, but where was the electricity, the downpour of glory too powerful for my frame?
God loves that I want more of him. In fact, he wants to give more than I want to receive, because I only want to receive on my terms. I look for heavenly sparks so my otherwise mediocre commitment might be endorsed. Those are my terms.
Under God’s terms he wants to bring his character into the commonness of my life. If I’d let him, he would reclaim every moment with purity, love, and selflessness. That is how God chooses to reveal himself.
There is a fog that veils my eyes from the mystery of God. It rises up at the crashing of life’s tumultuous vexations. And while I’m preoccupied with those difficulties, or busy groping after supernatural evidence, God gently wafts his very being into the jags of my small life.
Prayer: Jesus, grant me the riches of the knowledge of you.