What is "Holy Ground?" For me, it's where I meet God "one-on-ONE." It's funny, but the first thing that I was dying to do when I came out of the woods, was to find a rock to place on the very spot where I prayed – to mark the spot. I yearned to say, with a monument or a marker of some sort, that this now was "Holy Ground." I wanted it to be set apart – a God-encountered spot.
He was old. I probably would not recognize him now if I saw him. When he started praying, there was such an intimacy that I had to open my eyes to be sure that Jesus wasn’t standing right there next to him. Now, as I reflect, I believe our Lord was. The psalmist said, “Look upon him and be radiant, and let not your faces be ashamed.” This holy man did radiate, and I think it was from his exposure to the Son. This man had it. I want it. Do you have it, Precious Pilgrim?
Control. “I’ll do it my way,” is already the precious child’s theme song, but isn’t it also mine and yours? Might you need to be doing a little more surrendering, too?
On Friday I had done the unforgivable. I had betrayed the confidence of a dear friend. She’s one of my soul sisters, one of my encouragers, one who always sees me as I am meant to be in Christ, not how I am in sin.
Pilgrim, have you felt called by the Lord to do something? Felt totally unqualified, but nevertheless, that nagging pull just wouldn’t go away? You’ve tried to rationalize, make excuses, ignore, run, but nevertheless that still small voice just kept pressing unrelentingly. You want to be used to our Lord’s glory. That’s been in your prayer it seems for ages. But then when a door opens, a call is heard, you’re scared to death. Lord, are you sure? Do you mean me?
So often it’s when we’re experiencing the valleys or the plains, rather than mountaintops that our focus is fine-tuned and our faith is tested. Down or flat times aren’t necessarily negative times, but on reflection are often when we experience real growth spurts. It is often when our vision is limited and our room is barred and the doors are shut by either external or internal situations that the real relationships between us and our Lord become apparent.
Never in my life have I been dependent on so many name tags. If we could get across to each and every person we meet the reality that the Lord Jesus Christ knows our names, our whole names, and that is what is important . . . If we could get across to each and every person we meet that it is by following Him that we get our true identity .
"Clothes make the man" -- or woman -- or do they? "It matters what people think" -- are you sure?
The visit to the Island of Patmos was an unexpected gift.
What I want to take home, what I want to remember and never forget is that strong, fearless sense of the Holy Spirit, Who is active and is alive and is well. If tongues of fire and swirls of wind had blown through that cave today, I wouldn't have been surprised. The atmosphere was that electrifying.
I just opened the Bible up to Hosea 2:19-20, which says: "I will betroth you to me forever; I will betroth you in righteousness and justice, in love and companionship. I will betroth you in faithfulness and you will acknowledge the Lord."
We are people with history; people with a history, people with “the History.” We are the children of God, Christ’s own. Oh, I wish I knew all of the stories, could quote all of the verses from our Holy History Book, the Bible. It is the Word, our Lord God’s Word that defines us, tells us who we are and to Whom we belong.
Total acceptance -- total love. Pilgrim, our Lord Jesus Christ totally loves you and me – loves us like no other. Do you know that? Do you believe that in your innermost being?
“Receive the gift.” (2 Corinthians 8:4) My darlin’ is a rose grower and I’m so glad. He’s taught me so much about receiving an unexpected love gift. Precious Pilgrim, this year, I want, by God’s grace to try and “receive” (John 20:22b) to a deeper, fuller, more complete level, His LOVE. There is so much mystery. I do not understand. I cannot comprehend such love. I probably never will on this side of eternity – but I do yearn – "God so loved, He gave..." John 3:16.
I know I’m not really a writer. I mean, like it’s a profession or an avocation. Previously, I’ve just written in between ‘grocerying’ or ‘grannying’ or cleaning or cooking. Well – not too much of the latter! But how can I find time to write daily – for the sheer fun and discipline of it? The possibility is exciting, but scary. What will I write about? To whom? Why?
Precious Pilgrim, might you need a portion of this Holy Spirit fruit of self-control? Ask your Father God. There is plenty to go around.
Close your eyes and come with me to the land of St. Francis. May this imaginative travel lead us into a deeper comprehension of the holy ground each one of us occupies. It is out of this realization that this saint operated and, as a result, his life became art.
Usually claustrophobic in “close” situations, Lucy shares her experience visiting the Christian catacombs in Rome and how she felt she was on hallowed ground.