The choice of abandon

I am caught somewhere between who I am meant to be, and who I might become. All this rests on choice. God has an imaginative and bold vision for us to bring glory to him and I skirt around the edge of it, afraid to step into the light.

Either I can become the man of power and destiny that Jesus was, or my apprehension and appetite for sin will pull me to the watery grave. I am comfortable in this haze. Even though it is frustration being pulled in two directions, it is safe. But ultimately in that place I cannot stay. So then, there is the choice of abandonment. I must choose now to recklessly abandon my cherished self, throwing all to the wind and meet destiny in almighty. OR if not then I must be resolved to the path of sin and death. The choice is painfully obvious, and painfully accepted.

Wake up o sleeper
Rise from the dead
And the light of Christ will shine on you.

Lord, give me strength as I loose myself.

The question of initiative

“Wake up and…” The light of Christ is shining; can I see it through thick eyelids? He wants little more than to pour his light into my life. He desires to set me ablaze. “You are the light of the earth” With his light all unholy things are exposed first in my life then in others trough the contrast with him blazing through my life! “What maters is our relationship and the atmosphere it produces.” Are my surroundings lit a wash by the blaze of his life in me?

I was once in darkness, can I lay a hold of the light? It is up to me to open my eyes – to realize the truth of Christ’s light. At that point the light blazes new life into my soul. The light of Christ does more than enlighten it brings life and defeats sloth.

Lord I choose to stare into the thousand suns that is your face! Expose me and bring life where once was sloth and death, until I am at home in your light.

Wake up!

“Live as children of light.” Paul calls the Ephesian Christians to put off the old and put on the new…. “Find out what pleases the Lord.” The ease of living an illuminated life escapes us. Darkness so attracts me that I get lost and my heart too begins to loose sensitivity. There is old in my life that I refuse to take off because in my dreary stupor I do not want it.

Wake up! Open your eyes and rise from the dead! If I can heed this warning, the light of Christ will blaze through leaves and drawn curtains and pry my heavy eyes from their pillow. The light exposes evil. It drives holy action to find God and ask him how his loving child may please him.

Lord, wake me up. Blaze a path to every misdeed and deal with them one by one. My eyes sparkle with a twinkle of your light. May they bring you pleasure.

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