Surrounded

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Written by: Don Goulding

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You squeeze me in from behind and in front;
you place your hand on me.
Your knowledge is beyond my comprehension;
it is so far beyond me, I am unable to fathom it. (Psalms 139:5, 6)

I’m alone in North America’s Sierra Mountains. Fir trees sway among madronas, rising from a floor of crunchy leaves and needles. I inhale the tang of pine resin, and hear the song of robins. In my rapture, I’m oblivious to the commotion of ten thousand insects, spiders, and worms all around me.

The fact that bugs make up ninety-five percent of the world’s animal species goes unnoticed by me. What’s more, the bacteria, spores, and protozoa I carry outnumber the actual cells in my body. Below me are insects and microorganisms, above is the spiritual realm, and all I bother with is my own narrow slice from the spectrum of life.

Jesus reigns over much more than I fathom. The Bible says he holds together all physical and spiritual creation. If he is present in this moment to sustain those billions of organisms and beings, then he is easily able to govern my small world too.

Nothing can get to me without going through Jesus first. It doesn’t matter if I find myself in the most forsaken corner of the world or overrun by demonic hordes, he will never ever let go of the real me in my spirit.

My Savior’s guardianship frees me from an obsession with self-preservation. By his hand on my shoulder, I am made into an invincible spiritual superhero.

Prayer: Surrounding Jesus, I give responsibility for protection to you.

Forced Labor

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Whenever the Israelites were strong militarily, they forced the Canaanites to do hard labor, but they never totally conquered them. (Joshua 17:13)

I stood in front of seventy white garbed pastors in Ponneri, India, and my typed message shook in my hand. On the right side of the sanctuary, their wives reverently covered their heads, dressed with the colors in a jellybean jar. I wrestled as the Spirit urged me to abandon my prepared notes.
“Matthew six pierces my soul,” I said. “Because of my thoughts, I’m the murderer, adulterer, and hater that Jesus spoke of. I confess to you brothers and sisters, I’m a failure and unworthy to teach you.”
Then I asked all the pastors to turn in their Bibles to Luke. “But the tax collector stood at a distance. He would not even look up to heaven, but beat his breast and said, ‘God, have mercy on me, a sinner.’”
Our team later discovered a spirit of pride had been lurking among the Ponneri pastors. As shocked as they were by my confession, God used it to show them that they, too, needed to crawl before the throne and beg for mercy.
Arrogance fled the room, and the Holy Spirit manifested in the Indian practice of power clapping. They pushed all their worship through their hands in frantic applause. At the height of the holy din, the walls opened up and our enthusiasm melded into the larger praise in heaven.
The Israelites were unable to destroy the sinful Canaanites that formerly occupied their land. The next best thing was to force them into servitude. Try as I might, I’ve been unable to destroy my sinfulness. I have no option but to beg for mercy. But once my failure is moved to the cross, I can force it to further labor for God’s glory.
When I confess the secret of my own insurrection, others see that I survive because of grace alone. Like the Israelites, I can use my mistakes to carry the water of hope to thirsty souls so they, too, can receive Christ’s pardon.
Prayer: Holy One, use my weakness to show your strength.

Near

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Let us draw near to God with a sincere heart and with the full assurance that faith brings, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water. (Hebrews 10:22) (NIV)

I was awakened in Vajta, Hungary by a midnight storm. Thunder rumbled over the far off sunflower fields to bring a message from God in chest shaking baritone. 

“I am out here, with my power and authority to shatter the earth.”

If each bolt of lightning is mighty at one billion volts, then God, who created the phenomenon, is exponentially more powerful. As he spoke across the hills, I went limp before his majesty.

Then the walls blinked with a pair of white flashes, and before my heart could jump, thunder exploded into every crevice of the room. This time, God’s message ripped through my cells.

“Now, I’m right outside your window in all my glory and wonder.”

He is the God of far away, and also the God of frighteningly near.

I often think of God as big and distant. Yet, he went to great lengths at the cross to remove the space between us. He wants to be big and near. But in a love affair of free wills, both partners must consent, and I often don't. It must drive him nuts to have paid so much for intimacy, only to have me push away.

If my frail heart would fully trust in Christ’s sacrifice, I would stand next to God. He wants to permeate my flesh, mind, and spirit. He already suffuses every realm, and so it is I, not him, who must move closer. I’m the standoffish partner, the cold lover.

I’m afraid of the pure burning electricity of God, so I concoct a version of him that is aloof and safe. Yes, God does pulse with white-hot hatred of sin, but I’m insulated from electrocution because Jesus is wrapped about me.

I have no excuses. Nothing prevents me from moving closer to megawatt Almighty. It’s time to take a deep breath, trust the protection of Jesus, and step near. When I do, I’ll find he was already occupying the space, waiting for me with eager joy.

Prayer: Mighty One, strengthen me to move nearer into you.

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