Gal 2:20 I am crucified with Christ: neverthless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.
Being crucified with Christ is a pretty gruesome picture but what comes after is pretty cool. After I am crucified and come back to life Christ lives in me. Is that cool or what? The Colossians metaphor was me living in Christ and this one is Christ living in me.
You the great God of the universe; creator of the Galaxies, this earth, and me, reducing yourself to live inside of me. You coursing through my veins, becoming a very part of what you created. You entering into the filth, damage and sickness of me? Why would you want to do that? I don’t understand it but I want it. I want it.!!!!
Papa Father,
Please come and live in me today. Clean away the filth, the putrefying sores and the damage of me. Heal what is sick and recreate what is broken and damaged. If you live in me, you can’t help but do these things. Just having you inside of me, will heal and repair, because that is who you are! You can’t help yourself. The essence of who you are is creative, restorative, healing and joy filling. Oh I love you! However, I must confess that I love myself more. I don’t want to, but that is also who I am. Please heal that as well.
Help me to love you MOST and me LEAST. THAT, I think is what surrender is; loving you most.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Hidden in Him
Col 3:3 For ye are dead, and your life is hid with Christ in God.
Hid
2928 krupto {kroop'-to}
a primary verb; TDNT - 3:957,476; v
AV - hide 11, hide (one's) self 2, keep secret 1, secretly 1, hidden 1; 16
1) to hide, conceal, to be hid 2) escape notice 3) metaph. to conceal (that it may not become known)
I like that metaphor, “hid with Christ in God”. I get a picture of me tucked away in a little pocket or pouch inside Jesus. Much like a baby kangaroo is tucked away inside of her mommy’s pouch. No one knows that she is there unless she chooses to pop her fuzzy little head out. The pouch is a part of the mommy kangaroo, not some external appendage but a part of her made for the express purpose of holding her little one. Baby is warm, feels secure and is safe as long as she stays hidden in the little pocket or pouch. That is how I want to be. Hidden in Jesus all safe and warm.
Hid
2928 krupto {kroop'-to}
a primary verb; TDNT - 3:957,476; v
AV - hide 11, hide (one's) self 2, keep secret 1, secretly 1, hidden 1; 16
1) to hide, conceal, to be hid 2) escape notice 3) metaph. to conceal (that it may not become known)
I like that metaphor, “hid with Christ in God”. I get a picture of me tucked away in a little pocket or pouch inside Jesus. Much like a baby kangaroo is tucked away inside of her mommy’s pouch. No one knows that she is there unless she chooses to pop her fuzzy little head out. The pouch is a part of the mommy kangaroo, not some external appendage but a part of her made for the express purpose of holding her little one. Baby is warm, feels secure and is safe as long as she stays hidden in the little pocket or pouch. That is how I want to be. Hidden in Jesus all safe and warm.
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