The Messenger
The Wuhan virus has paralyzed business and life as we know it. It has turned life upside down.
Just the other day, as I was begrudgingly getting dressed for work, I was thinking how monotonous and robotic my life had become. I spend 9 to 10 hours of my life at work; I return home, bathe, eat, feed my cats, change the litter, wash the dishes, clean the carpet and sofa of cat hairs, check my email and spend maybe 2 hours looking at news on my phone before drifting to sleep, wake up the next morning and start all over again.
But sometimes, when the fatigue of this life becomes unbearable. Sometimes, I go to my office, lie flat on my face before God and plead for mercy. Repent. Cry.
And the peace of God, that surpasses all my understanding, covers me. It's hard to explain it, but I find meaning and purpose once again in this dreary existence, and I find myself again. My true self. Not the shell of the person I have become--my personality. In this world, I'm expendable, but to God, my soul is more valuable than gold.
The enemy will come in and tell you that your best days are behind you. He whispers lies about your true self and your value. These are word curses over your life, and you must renounce these thoughts and cast down imaginations. Resist the Devil and he will flee. You resist Him with God's WORD. For God's thoughts are not our thoughts. We must go to the Word daily for strength, but more importantly, to know who we are. If you don't know who you are in Christ, you will assume that this life is all there is or that you are who they say you are, but it is a lie.
You are the bride of Christ, adorned and purified for the day of her wedding, dressed in white raiment and bejeweled. The white raiment represents sanctification. The jewels are the works on earth, no matter how small or insignificant.
We belong to Him. We are His, not the world's. And Now. This virus has gripped the world. We are fragile and easily broken. Fearful against this invader, messenger of death. This is the spirit of death passing over us, dividing us into two camps: the sheep and the goats. We must choose a side. There is a deeper reality. Our existence on this earth is temporary, and we can not know when we die.
We must be sure of who we are. We must die to ourselves and live for Christ. There is no other way before the Great and Terrible Day of the LORD comes. He is coming Saints sooner than later. Look UP. He is at the gate. The gate is a literal gate of heaven. We must be prepared to meet Him.
The messenger of death has come. Are you ready? He has made us reflect on our mortality. The meaning of our existence on this planet, and our identity. We were created with a purpose and plan. We were created to live, not die, a spiritual death. This is my hope: to live out my true purpose and calling on this plane.
The whole world is watching. waiting for it to pass, but in the waiting, we can go into our prayer closet, where no one can see us and cry out to God for mercy. God is close to the brokenhearted and to those who are contrite in spirit. He dwells there. In the midst of our despair, he covers us with His feathers and comforts us. He is the LORD of Armies who defends us against our enemies and leads us through a troop and over a wall.
Today, call upon the LORD in your despair, and see if the LORD is good. He will satisfy your soul with good things and His peace He will give it.
Just the other day, as I was begrudgingly getting dressed for work, I was thinking how monotonous and robotic my life had become. I spend 9 to 10 hours of my life at work; I return home, bathe, eat, feed my cats, change the litter, wash the dishes, clean the carpet and sofa of cat hairs, check my email and spend maybe 2 hours looking at news on my phone before drifting to sleep, wake up the next morning and start all over again.
But sometimes, when the fatigue of this life becomes unbearable. Sometimes, I go to my office, lie flat on my face before God and plead for mercy. Repent. Cry.
And the peace of God, that surpasses all my understanding, covers me. It's hard to explain it, but I find meaning and purpose once again in this dreary existence, and I find myself again. My true self. Not the shell of the person I have become--my personality. In this world, I'm expendable, but to God, my soul is more valuable than gold.
The enemy will come in and tell you that your best days are behind you. He whispers lies about your true self and your value. These are word curses over your life, and you must renounce these thoughts and cast down imaginations. Resist the Devil and he will flee. You resist Him with God's WORD. For God's thoughts are not our thoughts. We must go to the Word daily for strength, but more importantly, to know who we are. If you don't know who you are in Christ, you will assume that this life is all there is or that you are who they say you are, but it is a lie.
You are the bride of Christ, adorned and purified for the day of her wedding, dressed in white raiment and bejeweled. The white raiment represents sanctification. The jewels are the works on earth, no matter how small or insignificant.
We belong to Him. We are His, not the world's. And Now. This virus has gripped the world. We are fragile and easily broken. Fearful against this invader, messenger of death. This is the spirit of death passing over us, dividing us into two camps: the sheep and the goats. We must choose a side. There is a deeper reality. Our existence on this earth is temporary, and we can not know when we die.
We must be sure of who we are. We must die to ourselves and live for Christ. There is no other way before the Great and Terrible Day of the LORD comes. He is coming Saints sooner than later. Look UP. He is at the gate. The gate is a literal gate of heaven. We must be prepared to meet Him.
The messenger of death has come. Are you ready? He has made us reflect on our mortality. The meaning of our existence on this planet, and our identity. We were created with a purpose and plan. We were created to live, not die, a spiritual death. This is my hope: to live out my true purpose and calling on this plane.
The whole world is watching. waiting for it to pass, but in the waiting, we can go into our prayer closet, where no one can see us and cry out to God for mercy. God is close to the brokenhearted and to those who are contrite in spirit. He dwells there. In the midst of our despair, he covers us with His feathers and comforts us. He is the LORD of Armies who defends us against our enemies and leads us through a troop and over a wall.
Today, call upon the LORD in your despair, and see if the LORD is good. He will satisfy your soul with good things and His peace He will give it.
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