Summary: How can we allow ourselves to move under the anointing of God and yet not be transformed by His Spirit? The question is not “how can we allow such a devastating and detestable act to occur”; the question goes out “why do we allow it to happen”?
My Daddy Keeps His Promises
The one thing that church folk often miss in their visitation to the sanctuary on the Sabbath is seeing the presence of God. How do we know this? Well all you have to do is look upon the faces of the men and women who claim that they have been to the House of God. They step into the holy of holies… they march around the throne of God… they sing the psalms of the angels… and yet they depart in much the same manner in which they came (hello, somebody?).
It is as if they are just going through the motions of coming into the sanctuary and not allowing God to do something new in their lives. Almost as if worship is a task that must be undertaken... praise is a pastime… and liturgy is a just something to do before the afternoon's activities. How an we, as the children of God, step into His presence and still not be able to see Him? How can we allow ourselves to move under the anointing of God and yet not be transformed by His Spirit? The question is not “how can we allow such a devastating and detestable act to occur”; the question goes out “why do we allow it to happen”?
I don't know about you, but when I enter His presence with thanksgiving and into His courts with praise I don't want any ordinary experience… I want an extraordinary encounter ... I don't need the same old ministries of the church… I need the power of God to wash over me and envelope me in its entirety. I need don't want any half-hearted, half-baked, warmed over blessing… I need my God to give me a brand new mercy and take me from glory to glory to glory… Spirit of the Living God fall fresh on me (Do I have a witness here?).
Is there anybody here that is tired of the passive praise?
Is there anybody here that wants to get out of the same old same old?
I don't know about you, but I need my daddy to keep His promise to me. I like the way that David said it, “One thing have I desired of the LORD, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the LORD, and to inquire in his temple.”
I need my God to transform me… transform my life… renew my spirit… renew my strength… and take me into the holy of holies.
Look at the Bible story...
Moses and the children of Israel have walk out of Egypt and stepped into the path of uncertainty. They have been pursued by Pharaoh and his army… watched the power of God evaporate the waters of a raging Red Sea… tread upon the dry desert sand and not get their feet wet… they have seen how at their petition God can make rivers of water flow from a desolate stone… they have satisfied their hunger for meat and bread in watching the provisional power of Jehovah Jireh produce manna from heaven and quails in the midst of the arid nothingness that surrounded them on every side.
Yet they still could not be satisfied with everything that God had provided for them. They took time out from their contentment to complain… they stopped their feasting to begin fearing…