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A Word from the Lord

I don’t usually do this…but today I have received this word from the Lord and felt to share it.

Here is is:

They’re running ahead of Me, like Esau, to make their cities, their kingdoms, their names.

They want greatness, they want glory.

But I desire a man after my own heart who will slow down and walk with those who struggle to walk, those who can’t keep up.

A man whose hip has been touched.

These have no power in themselves , they are the weak and foolish of this world.

I see them. I see them.

I have not forgotten them. I am the LORD of the weak, the foolish, the nothings. In weakness I was lifted up, now I call all men unto Me.

They are my treasured possessions. My glory shall be seen in them.

They are not intellectual

They are spiritual

Think of …(name of a Christian with schizophrenia)

Think of …(name of a Christian who struggles with alcohol)

Think of …(name of a child who has turned to Christ)

These are precious to me. Oh so precious. The world has no idea how precious.

The church for the most part has absorbed the thinking of the world. The church runs to glory and greatness.

But they miss My greatness in the weak.

Their eyes are blind to them.

They want crowds. I want one.

They want money. I want My treasure I died for.

The broken, the lame, the marred, the nothings, the foolish, the weak: these are My glory, these are My precious stones.

“Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain who build it”

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Burning Hands

My hands were burning

I couldn’t sleep for the pain

 

I sought the Lord

 

His eyes are fire

I am scared

 

He had fire to give me but I was

Too scared to receive

 

His eyes are like a flame of fire

His feet are like fine brass refined in a furnace

 

I laid my body down on the altar

Of burnt offering

 

He spoke to me of fire

Why was I keeping on keeping the fire going?

I see now it’s going to hurt

To keep the fire going

 

I am willing and He is able

I’m in His army

It’s His work

 

I wanted the fire

I received the baptism of fire

 

Go out to the Road again

Pick up the lost, the forgotten and broken

How?

With burning hands

Hands of fire


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A Pandemic Dance

How will the covid-19

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Change the way

We see A.I.?

 

Will the fear

Be so great

We will accept now

What would have been unthinkable

before?

 

Tracking

Tracing

Monitoring

Vaccinating

 

Surveillance

Apps

Identity bracelets

Micro-chips?

 

People calling for government

To lock them down:

“Please just lock us down!“

 

And then I knew

It wouldn’t take that much

To scare people into complete submission

 

Revival or Revolution?

I think both revival and revolution

At once

Is coming


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Who Will See?

It’s not about me,

It’s about Him

As ever

And always will be

But not many see

That or care

 

We want

Our kingdom

But it is about His

Kingdom

 

We want to be set up

But God is setting up His kingdom

 

We want a name

But His is the Name above all names

 

We want a throne

But His is the Throne

At which our knee shall bow

 

Enlargement,

Promotion His way is:

More of Christ;

More of Him in us

Less of us,

In us

 

Christ magnified

Christ enlarged

Christ glorified

Christ promoted

Christ’s kingdom ENLARGED

 

Who will see?

 

For an enlargement of Christ’s kingdom I pray


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The Reproach of Christ

Foxes have holes

And birds have nests

But the Son of Man

Hath Nowhere

For His head to rest

 

What is the cost

To follow Him?

That that too

Will be my lot.

 

I may be lonely

What is that to Him?

I may be sad

Oh that I may enter into

His suffering

With Him

 

I see it

My laying down

Of my life

My Self

Meant letting go

Of the things others have

And seek after

 

Sometimes they come to taunt me

In the dark of night

Sometimes they batter on my head

And remind me of what I don’t have

Anymore

 

And it’s true

Social: rejection

Career: outside the camp

 

But I have Him: I have Jesus

Not just in word

Or in some banal religious way

But I have Him

I know Him

I join with Him

I follow Him

I love Him

 

And the Son of Man hath nowhere to lay His head

 

 


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It’s Just You and Me, Jesus

I stand alone before You

Blow the Trumpet in Zion
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You tell me what to do

And if I should consider Man’s opinion Lord

Then have mercy:

I really need You

 

For it can be so hard to see You

But they’re always in my face

Oh Lord let me see You more clearly

And not let their opinion have place

 

Cos it’s JUST YOU AND ME, JESUS

It’s between You and me

And I just want to obey You

And to be free…

 

Written 1st November 2011


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The Way of the Cross

The Way of the Cross is hard

The Way of the Cross is unyielding

The Way of the Cross is sharp and pointy

The Way of the Cross hurts

The Way of the Cross shatters self

and self-belief

 

The Way of the Cross breaks open a Way

And this is from where Life springs

Eternal

The Way of the Cross is death

That leads to Life

 

Stop resisting the Spirit of God.  Why do you kick against the goads?  Yield to Him.

He has a better Way.

 


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The Man in the Gap

The Man in the Gap - Acrylic on canvas

The Man in the Gap – Acrylic on canvas

Who can find a man to stand in the gap?

 

Where is he today?

 

He is hidden

He is not seen

He is behind the veil

Of what is seen with the natural eye

 

A hidden work

A secret mission

 

Not on stages

Not applauded

No recognition

No fame

 

Nothing

From this world

Is his

 

But him and Christ

Together

Behind the veil

One

 

That is his work

That is his joy

That is his life

 

May we be willing to join with Jesus and lay down our lives for the work of intercession!

God bless,

Belinda


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I Believe in Brokenness

hisloveThis vessel

broken by

anxiety

depression

 

This vessel

broken by

persecution

rejection

 

This vessel had been hard,

callous

and full of Self

 

But this vessel needed to be

used

and taken from the shelf

 

God knew it would take

some major breaking,

even some smashing-

 

For the Self-life

to be conquered

’twas so secure there

in its bastion

 

And oh I’m glad He did

that He cared enough for me

to take me and break me

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pastorsponderings.org

 

From Self to set me free

 

It hurt, it killed

at times too hard to bear

but my God – He did it

For Himself He had to share