By Barry Holbrook My God is a God of intimacy. He is the Lover of my soul. He is the bridegroom eagerly awaiting His bride. His passion for me surpasses my passion for Him. In His wild and inexplicable love for me is where I find peace and joy.
Is He aware of my sin—more than aware, He foreknew it—yet He still passionately embraces me! He chose me—while I was wallowing in my hopelessness.
Relax and think about your love affair with this God of passion.
There have been times when the felt presence of God was more real to me than the chair I now sit in. When the Word ricocheted like lightening in every corner of my soul. When a storm of intense desire carried me to places I dared not visit before.
But there are the other times as well.
When the Word was as stale as cold French fry, as bland as Spam. When the fire in my belly flickered and died. When I preferred cheap slivers of glass to the pearl of great price. We have all been there—dizzy-headed passionate for Him, and then aloof and cold to His touch.
Today the heart of God is an open wound of love. He aches over our distance and preoccupation with the trivial. He mourns that we do not draw near to Him. He grieves that we have forgotten Him. He weeps over our obsession with muchness and manyness. He longs for our presence.
Today come before Him with naked trust. Surrender your poverty and acknowledge your nothingness to the Lord. I am not asking you to understand it—God loves you, is present in you, lives in you, dwells in you, calls you, saves you and offers you an understanding and compassion which are like nothing you have ever found in a book or heard in a sermon.
Our Daddy calls us to stop hiding and come openly to Him. He is the father that from a distance saw his son limping home and ran to embrace him! The sludge from the pigsty was still on his body, the stench of a cheap whore’s perfume still lingered in his hair, and his heart was destitute and lonely. Imagine you are the boy returning home with the guilt of a million sins in the sack upon your back, eyes turned toward the ground, to distraught to even look up, when suddenly you hear the sound of swiftly approaching feet and comes an embrace that is beyond intense in its passion envelopes your downtrodden soul! The father ran to embrace the son—Abba runs to embrace you.
God says, “ Acknowledge and accept who I want to be for you: a Savior of boundless compassion, infinite patience, unbearable forgiveness, and a love that keeps no score of wrongs. Your life is a bruised reed and I will not crush it, a smoldering wick and I will not quench it. You are in a safe place.”
You are Abba’s delight.