As I was finishing up the book of Mark today I was struck by the end of Jesus' life and the responsibility He's given us to carry out his mission in His stead. We get to be Him to this world. As he incarnated the Father, we incarnate Him to the world. What a beautiful privilege, what a weighty inheritance.
Even though there are times when I want to collapse if fatigue, I'm reminded of the life Jesus' lived and the death he died so that I could have life and spread that life to others...
Can there be anything so precious
as a heart set free?
Eyes released from darkness seeing afresh
The starkness of life’s true reality…
our spirit’s liberty.
My life was meant to count…
To amount to something more than chores
and boring motions leading to
where nothing matters.
Can you gaze through the haze?
The maze of confusion and delusions
Polluting original beauty and glory
Stealing the story we were created
To live, to breathe, to be.
Will you let it slip through your fingers
Continuing to linger in the shadow
Instead of feeling life in the marrow?
Will you surrender to resignation
And isolation filled with hesitation
Or will you stand and fight
Against the blight of sin’s curse
For better or worse leaving your heart
On the battle field wielding your sword
With the dream of freedom
Beating in your breast.
What could mean more than this kind of life?
This is for the freedom fighters…my savage kingdom-companions.