Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Till Christ be formed in me.

How deeply do we desire for Jesus to live in our world? Do we really believe him to be the hero this generation so needs? If he were to personally visit my town, how would he impact it? Would His power-filled preaching and miracle working sweep my city with salvation? How excellent would it be?
I don't believe I could even imagine all that would happen if Jesus Christ were to meekly walk these streets where I live, in the flesh. So many lives changed; deliverance, peace, healing, reconciliation, joy, restoration.
What could he do in one week? One month? One year? How about a few decades? How much do we believe His personal visitation to be worth? If we new a certain work, a certain action, could bring Jesus to town, how quickly would we give it?
Do I hunger to see it a reality? Do I really want it to be? Do I want it enough to offer me?
You see Jesus is perfectly willing to come, just not without you and me.
Here's a body, here's a mind, stripped and cleansed.
Gone is all Ive ever been.
Stripped of my passions both good and bad.
Stripped of all dreams and ambitions I've ever had.
Clean from agendas that once lifted up me.
I present my life to thee.
I must seek to lose what is mine, to gain Christ. So he can walk this city in this body. So he can see its needs through these eyes. So he can heal its hurts with these hands. He can come. Its a reality. But first I must move out. So he can move in. I must die so he can live. What a travesty to stop him from coming here, because I refuse to get out of his way. What a crime. I abhor the part pf my carnal self that hides the glorious Christ. Let the cross prevail! Let me pray, until I'm out of his way. Let me start today. Let ever empty face I see haunt me for its redemption, till Christ be formed in me.

1 comment:

  1. For some reason, 2nd Corinthians, 12:9 comes to mind. Think I heard it in church recently...

    And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for you: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.