Wednesday August 11th, 2010
Be not far from Me,
For trouble is near;
For there is none to help
Even though this isn’t one of Jesus’ recorded cries from the cross, I can see how He might be thinking it. It was the only time of separation from the Father. He is surrounded by his murderers and soldiers and HIs disciples are powerless to help. However, He must have kept in mind that He was going to rise again and that His death would provide life for us all.
Sometimes I feel this way, as if the dark powers that be crowd around me and instead of my sinful flesh being nailed to the cross, it’s my spirit that’s there with my flesh crying out for me to come down. I’m tempted to take my own will and put it to action instead of trusting in the will of the Father. And at those times, it’s hard. I feel separated from God, even though I know that feeling to be false. I know that God will never leave me. I know there is nothing that can separate me from my God, but the feeling is still there. That must be what it’s like to be on drugs and see things that aren’t there and you have to trust your memory of the truth. I know that God is there when I can’t feel Him because I remember that He said so. I know that God is good when things are going bad for me because I remember that He said that He is. I trust what I know about God more than what I can see with my eyes, hear with my ears, or feel with my emotions (especially that one) and noting will convince me otherwise. It is the birth of hope in my life and the conduit of the love of God to flow through me. The Holy Spirit is my Helper. I will trust in Him. It’s my choice of where I place my trust and no one can take that choice away from me. It’s the only real God-given right out there. Not even Satan can strip that from me. The battle that wages on in my body is over that choice, trying to sway me to choose God or anything else. I choose God.