Then He Looked at Me

Then that Immense Presence who is the Living God, looked right at me!

There was God. He was surrounded by His infinitude and almighty power.  He began creating universes, solar systems, stars and planets.  Then He began to build this amazing plan of our existence.  He created an environment for us of such design that it seems there is no end to the discoveries we can make.

He sent us His Son, when it seemed that there was no hope for us to overcome our ability to wander off down our own path and leave the circle of His will.

We recognized the incongruity of one so pure in our world so far removed from that will. So we executed the One sent from above. The only One who could restore that union which was once designed to be between the Creator and his created.

In killing the very one who came to point the way back to the Father, the Son paid our ransom and became the Way back to God.

Yet the world rages on, each one of us on our own bent towards happiness, success, security or peace.  All of us in our own way hold onto these things that fill our lives, like the people of old in the story book holding onto their idols of clay or precious metal.

I myself am carried along on this river of society, customs, rituals and civilization.  We look around at each other and all the information at hand for help or guidance.  Yet we are carried further and further from the Will of the One who made us for Himself.

I could not go on.  Where could I go?  Who should I follow?  One church says ¨look here¨, one religions says, ¨look inside yourself¨.  But it is not good enough!  You start down another road with new friends but completely alone.

Then that Immense Presence who is the Living God, looked right at me!

In all this sea of humanity all around He looked at me!  I could not believe that the Almighty would look at one so normal, so plain, and so stubbornly set in seeking my own goals.

He told me not to look at myself for worth.  I know I could not find any.  He told me that He had already provided a perfect way for me to come to Him. That´s right!  That Immense and Almighty Creator said I could come to be with Him!!

Thank You Jesus!  Thanks for loving me enough to come into our society, to live among us and then give up your perfect life to pay for my filthy one!

I am sure my testimony blows out to where so many have gone before into the wind.  But what concerns me is what happens AFTER this point.

Where do people go after they have been touched by the Great Spirit?

To those very few who even took the time to look for God, only a few pressed on to find Him.

To those even fewer, who heard His voice, fewer still, actually listened and took the words to heart.

There are many who call themselves Christians and talk big about God.

But I am afraid so very few press on through each step and each question.

Here we have narrowed it down to just a handful.

To those who took the words to heart, how many saw to it do follow those words to the letter?

Yet there are, I believe, some who felt a burning in their hearts.

Those few I think, found a way to their knees.

They probably didn´t just stay there a few minutes then get up again.

It is there on your knees where you begin to understand.

It is with your tears falling onto your open Bible when you begin to see.

It is when you have gotten your eyes off of yourself that things become clearer.

It is when Christ becomes EVERYTHING to you, when you begin to actually hear his voice.

Now we are not talking about being convinced, not about being a proclaimed follower.

We are talking about just a few people; probably they will be ones who go almost unseen. Normally it is not the one praising God the loudest at a church function, but you might see these ones sitting quietly alone in the same function.  Those are the ones who for sure are quietly communing with their Maker as the rest of us bustle along with our noisy worship.

It will be this utterly small group of individuals who will even care to hear another testimonial.  Others may get a small amount of satisfaction by hearing another word about God and pat themselves on the back for confirming their correctly held beliefs.

But words like these are for those who have painfully worked alone with the Spirit long and hard on their knees.

This letter is to you.  You will not need to have read my story nor do you need to know who I am.  But the same Spirit who had me put these words here will quietly be placing his arms around you too in the way only He can do.  And our Father in Heaven and His Son will be with you and will see you too in that moment.

This is for you of the burning hearts,

You are that peculiar race talked about in the Bible.  The words were written for you.  If you understood them or not, they are living words and were working in you.  Maybe they served merely to bring you again to your knees.  If that is what they did, then praise the Lord!  There is no place on this earth that is more important for you or for me.

God bless you few who have pressed on that far.  You who have felt the smile of God and the warm embrace of the Holy Spirit, you have the strength of the Almighty fighting for you.  Your hand is in none other than that of Jesus our Savior.

You are His people.

Bless You, bless you.

Love to all,

In Christ.

Scott W