Oh most glorious Father God—
Consume my iniquities with Your living fire; burn up my blasphemies and idolatries; purge me of everything but You; pour my ego out and breathe Your Holy Spirit into the heart of me.
Let me not hide in the shadows of sin and self-love, but step into Your cleansing fire, no matter how much the pain of Your discipline. I know that as You chide, You comfort; as You convict, You console; as You correct, You cleanse.
“Moab hath been at ease from his youth, and he hath settled on his dregs, and has not been emptied from vessel to vessel, nor has he gone into captivity; therefore his taste remained in him and his scent is not changed.” Jeremiah 48 v.11
Oh Father, may I never be as before You saved me! I rested “at ease” in the worship of my youth and my wanderings; I obeyed only the selfish ambitions of my own desires. I wallowed in the very worst of myself, in my very dregs!
Grant to me Father the tears of Your purging; pour me out from vessel to vessel, sluice me and drain me and refine me oh Father so that my taste is no longer bitter but sweet, my scent no longer foul but fragrant; save me from the dregs of my own pride and ego.
I have been to the home of unending want. It is stagnating to our souls, causing us to “taste and smell the same” as the Moabites did. Sin is a trap that holds us fast in the same dark place; we become fixed in the mire. Praise Your Name Lord that in Romans 5:20 You tell us that “But where sin increased, grace increased all the more”. By Your grace Lord, my sin became guilt; my guilt became shame; my shame became anguish; and my anguish at the end, became despair.
Oh, what darkness is in those tearless places! In the great depths, despair has no weeping. It has only the shadows of the things once wanted; vain imaginings of the things once hoped for. Broken dreams are mocking things. At the end, the lament of the despairing is hollow and gray with mourning and grief.
“Therefore behold, the days are coming, says the Lord, That I shall send him wine workers who will tip him over and empty his vessels and break the bottles”. Jeremiah 48 v. 12
Oh Father, by the atonement of my Lord Jesus Christ, You saved me. You tipped me over; You emptied me of everything I thought I needed; You broke me. You poured me out so that You could pour Your Son, my precious Lord Jesus, in.
What mercy! What healing! What forgiveness! What grace!
Jesus paid the penalty of my sin; He purchased me with His blood and His pain and His suffering. He entered into my prison of sin and pulled me out; He replaced my broken heart with His healing spirit and removed my condemnation as “far as the east is from the west” (Psalm 103:12). He showed me mercy “from everlasting to everlasting” (Psalm 103:17).
I praise You God that You love broken vessels; that Your mighty heart loves to release those that are stuck and that Your grace knows no limits to its redemptive love.
I praise You Father for showing me “my dregs”; I praise You Lord for showing me my own despair. I praise You for Your “pouring of vessel to vessel”. May your consuming fire continue to refine my heart until in purity and holiness it realizes its singular desire and I am with You Lord for eternity.
My prayer for you this morning is that the consuming fire of God brand you with that Name above all Names, sealing you to His courts above. May you truly celebrate His refining fire.