My Rights || 2010.10.15

Love has been put upon me and salvation given to me far beyond my rights. There is no place remaining, no justice that I may hold. My destruction has been replaced by the same right the morning sun has to rise each dawn, my privileges I lay aside for a purpose and right far greater. I can live however I want, slave to my own ambition and whim, or accept what I was created for: the rights of God's will.

The identity of God moves me to salvation, the revelation of His heart halts my own decline. His glory is so abundant - what He sought is the salvation of those made low. His is life so magnificent that resurrection was His final death. What right do I have to enter into this? What talent or power do I possibly posses to endear me to this adoption? I cast myself aside to lift up the name of Jesus; this is His right to my life. It is just and fair but still inadequate, so great is the super-awesome beyond greatness of this Holy One. Like no other and incomparable to all else together and apart. Love is the embodiment of His touch and Jesus is the incorruptible face, the bodily enactment of my example. It is Him I will follow and to Him I will bow. Jesus is everything and Jesus us my Lord and King. May creation declare His eternal praise, and His undiminished Glory be proclaimed by Love.

~JLB

At the feet || 2010.10.08

If I am given to place something at the feet of greatness
I am worshiping at its foundation.
To study at the feet of a teacher
is to study the steps of instruction.
To leave something at someone's feet, and take it back up later
is to trust it with safekeeping.

To lay my burdens at the feet of Jesus
is not so uncommon a thing to say,
but what if we lay down our affections
and they sit at Jesus feet?

What then do I desire
if all of my desires now worship?
Who's way do I walk
when my desires all study His path?
What changes are forged by this
if I pick desire up from such safe-keeping?

~JLB

Now is the Time || 2010.09.04

Now is the time. There is much which stands in prophecy. Much, so much which stands sentinel waiting. God's is watching, guarding over His word until the moment when he turns the hands of time. What marks then begin to resound? Woe to prophecy that comes from man's ear. No one is watching and guarding its oath. No one is watching its good demise or its fall because now is the time. You hear the echos of God's hands moving, do you hear His whisper? Those who look on Him and to Him witness Him moving, beginning action, going up. Look on Him, behold truth, behold love and be changed to be like Him! Behold His face and be pulled out of what you are saved from. Behold His glory and lift Him up, that all would be drawn to unyielding salvation.

~JLB