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“For the Lord your God is a consuming fire…..”Deuteronomy 4:24, Hebrews 12:29

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.

 

In Christ!

 

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In praise of the great God of Today….

Job 8:9 …for we are but of yesterday and know nothing, because our days upon the earth are but a shadow….

Oh Father, how cruel of yesterday to remind me of the darkness of my heart; holding the mirror of Your Spirit up to it, showing me how pitted and pockmarked it has become, scarred by sin and demanding.
Yesterday, heartfelt secrets so small, like pebbles first skipping have become like great stones, whose waves have caused a grievous flood, so that “every island fled away and the mountains could not be found” (Revelation 16:20).
Yesterday I ran and hid, like the Amorite kings in terror of Your judgement at the arm of Joshua’s armies, sure I had used my full portion of your grace, like your mercy is meted out with a spoon and not a shovel.
Yesterday, surely, surely, my heart cried, my sin has vexed your loving kindness so that your back has turned to me; my name crossed from Your great book of Life.
How deceitful above all things and desperately wicked (Jeremiah 17:9) is this heart of my mine. I am afraid of it. The more I cry like David for its cleansing, for the renewal of a right spirit within me, the more I seem trapped by its longings and cross aims.

How will I ever see you without a heart that is pure? How will I be filled if it does not hunger for your righteousness? How can Your heavenly kingdom be mine if my spirit is not poor and humble?
Why do I choose the curse and abhor the blessing? Why do I crave reprobation not redemption? Yesterday I was Peter before the rooster crows, I was Paul railing against the sordid wanting of my fallen will in Romans 7:24, “Wretched man that I am! Who will set me free from the body of this death?”
How many yesterdays Father can you forgive?
Your answer this morning, Oh beloved Father, came in the rush of gratitude to my broken heart that “my thoughts are not your thoughts and your ways are not my ways” (Isaiah 55:8).
I know not the infinite but use up my pile of days wastefully; I cannot see the world at once; I have but memory upon memory of my failings.
And yet today, I praise your Holy Name that You have removed my transgressions from me, “as far as the east is to the west” (Psalm 103 v.12)! Oh precious Lord how can you have put them any farther from me? You do not hoard my sins to parade them out again and again, a testament to my continued failings. Today, I see them as a testament to YOUR forgiveness, to YOUR great mercy that is “from everlasting to everlasting” (Psalm 103 v.17).
Today I know You “have not rewarded me according to my iniquity” (Psalm 103 v. 10)
Today I will Praise Your name “with all my inmost being” (Psalm 103 v 1).
Today, at your morning’s touch, I sing, “draw me after you and let us run together”, “rejoicing in thee” and “extolling your love more than wine” (Song of Solomon, 1:4).
Today, though I know my heart is fickle, I say “Jesus Christ the same yesterday and today and forever.” (Hebrews 13:8)
I hear the forgiveness of Jesus even from the cross, pronouncing to the thief that “Today, thou shalt be with me in paradise.” (Luke 23:43).
Father, thank you for Today.

In Christ!

I am convinced Psalm 103 was written for those of us with too many yesterdays. My prayer for you this morning is that you wake up firmly in Today, knowing Yesterday is not just forgiven, but gone. Today may you stand strong on the Rock and turn your back to the waves, praising Him from whom all blessings flow, our great God of today.