The Highest Rank

I love the visual illustration Jesus gave to those wanting to know who was going to have the highest rank in the kingdom of God. “For an answer Jesus called over a child, whom he stood in the middle of the room, and said, "I'm telling you, once and for all, that unless you return to square one and start over like children, you're not even going to get a look at the kingdom, let alone get in. Whoever becomes simple and elemental again, like this child, will rank high in God's kingdom. What's more, when you receive the childlike on my account, it's the same as receiving me.”

Lately another unexplainable thing has got me scratching my head as I go about my job delivering the mail. It seems that whenever I see a little boy standing on his driveway, or out by the curb as am delivering my parcels there is something mystical happening deep within me. It has happened enough times to solidly get my attention.
One little boy in particular a week ago or so was standing there watching me, he came closer to the end of his driveway and just stood there staring at me, I waved to him and as I did his face ignited into a full blown beaming smile, it melted my heart, but, and here is the thing that will sound so absurd. It was ‘as if’ I was waving to me as that little boy, somehow Father was healing, releasing something so long lost and forgotten in me that logically it was something I was going to try and dismiss.

I have no understanding about any of this, all I know is similar things keep happening to me, and there is a melting within me when I see a father out with his little son and other similar settings. I sense Father doing what is in His heart to free me up as a 59 year old man to enter into a whole new season of discovering his relentless pursuit of those many lost places He is finding in my heart and making whole within me.

Abba, I love you so much!

Rich

Unclouded Expressions

Somewhere in the process of being born I crossed over into the Twilight Zone and for the better part of my life it was as if I hadn’t even existed.
It’s one thing to experience guilt for a number of reasons, actual or merely perceived, but to live out of shame; it is an inner branding that poisons everything and screams back at you, “You’re less than shit”!

It has only been within the last twelve years or so that out of this dung heap of an identity of shame that my precious, kind and caring Father has made it possible to begin to know the reality of not measuring my worth based upon what I have or don’t have, and that includes being born and all that which unfolded within my life from that point.
He has and continues to draw me ever deeper into the light of his consuming love, and as I am beginning to adjust to my belovedness in Him, the clouds of fear and shame that have tried to define who I am are slowly melting before my eyes.

As the clouds roll away, the unclouded expression of His deep affection and love for me reach out like a heat seeking missile seeking other lost and shamed gripped orphans.
The abundant fruitfulness that is coming forth from my utter infertility is gripping my soul with such awe and wonder, I hesitate to even consider what yet lies ahead.

Rich