Category: Salvation
How Lame
If I were alive in, say, 1611, I would bear the label “lame.” Today we describe things that are lacking or unsatisfactory as “lame.”
“That show was lame.”
“The 80’s were so lame.”
Far, far back before English translators took a stab at the Greek, the word could mean anything from ‘lacking a foot’ to ‘limping around’. As I said, if I was in the time of donning powdered wigs and sporting knickers and hose, my English peers would point at me and say, “He doth be so lame-eth.” But I am not hobbling around on a weak leg nor am I missing a foot. My legs and feet are fully intact, but they are ‘useless’ per se. They appear to have life but they are unresponsive to the command of the “head”.
See where I am going with this?
When our First Parents skipped around the Garden naked and unashamed, they had face to face communion with the Lord. They had really cool talks about life, history and destiny with pre-incarnate Jesus in the cool of the day. There was no veil. No disconnect. All the heavenlies were opened to their adoring eyes. Continue reading How Lame
Psalm Umpteen Hundred Thousand Thousandth and One
My Father, You reign. You are Victor and Victorious. You sit glorious in the heavenlies over all. Son of God, You sit enthroned at the right Hand of the Father until He makes Your enemies His footstool.
Hallelujah! There is no end to Your Kingdom! Blessing and honor and glory be unto You forever! You have ripped us from the lair of the enemy and set us free. You have made a place at the King’s Table for Your children who turn to You and bow to Your reign.
Thank you, Mighty One, for conquering the devil and his angels and death and the grave…and for finishing the work so that Your Name would be exalted.
There is no one like You, no one. No god is like You and I call You my God! My name is engraved in the palms of Your Hand and You call me by name.
My soul is satisfied, well satisfied, with You, and You Shephered me faithfully while the enemy surrounds me and waits for my fall. But I am held tightly to Your chest. Your grace keeps me from wanting to pull away and walk from Your care. I am secure against Your breast and I want it to be so! This, too, is grace! I never want to wander from You, my Lord, for what is there for me apart from You?
This my soul knows right well! In You is Life and joy evermore. There is a path that seems laden with lasting delights for stubborn, earthly man but it leads to emptiness and despair. Not for me! Oh, no! And not for all those whose delight is ever and only for You.
(Selah)
Though the domain of darkness imposes its strength and will, all the flexing of its muscle is powerless against the Kingdom of my God, Kingdom of Light, Kingdom without end. You broke into the strong man’s fortress, overcame and humiliated him with Your infinite power and released his captives so they might glorify the Great God’s Name throughout eternity as Your trophies of grace.
Praise You! I laud and applaud You!
This is my freedom song and You are its Author. It is my pleasure and honor to sing it back to You with every breath I have—in this world and the next.
Heaven, tune your instruments! Stretch out to receive the praise songs of the ‘captives-no-more’! Lord, receive Your glory! Your people want to raise You with their praises!
All who are redeemed, come before the Lord with your freedom song. Let us move hell to raise howls of anguish with our voices!
Glory, glory, glory to Your Name, O Eternal God! Blessing and honor and glory be unto Your Name forever.
Amen.