When heaven kisses the wounded earth. « A Call To The Remnant

If I can rejoice within the midst of struggling, then I stand on the threshold of a sacred thriller, that place the place I, in my very own frail flesh, “refill what’s missing within the afflictions of Christ… for the sake of His Physique.” Solely the soul saturated and drenched within the Spirit of the Dwelling God, can rise within the midst of wreckage of loss and cry out with trembling lips, “The Lord provides, and the Lord takes away, blessed be the identify of the Lord!” That is no mere endurance, no stoic stance, it’s a sacred participation within the sorrow and the splendor of Christ. It’s the fellowship of His struggling.  A communion few will dare to enter, too pricey for many, and but it’s the very floor the place heaven bows down and kisses the wounded earth

When heaven collides with earth, then it enters into sorrow. How may it’s in any other case? One is ideal, the opposite a smash of its authentic. And we, we who’ve been born from above, have been invaded by that very heaven. It fills our bones. It saturates our hearts. And in that collision we start to drink from the identical bitter cup our Lord as soon as drank. We aren’t spectators. We aren’t distant. We’re His Physique, and so we should enter into that very same sorrow, that means of struggling, and there we should rejoice within the midst of all of it. And the enjoyment we share, as we tarry there, begins to tear down the dominion of darkness.

Our pleasure is the indelible, supernatural fingerprint of heavens glory that lies inside us. Our brokenness, shattered by a dying world, turns into the sacred fissures via which the glory of God bursts forth. And as that glory pours forth, it kisses the wounded earth, and it turns into a balm of Gilead. It’s the fellowship of His struggling. It’s the communion of the troubled. It’s the royal priesthood of the scarred and the sanctified. A holy nation, set aside, bearing upon our very our bodies the marks of our King. Not in disgrace, however in triumph. Not in defeat, however in eternal victory.