In the Presence of the King

Today was a very somber day for me. Perhaps many will relate to this. Last night, God exposed flaws in me, through the lips of another person, therefore, showing me clogs in the vessel He is supposed to flow through. In our feeble human minds, we tend to think we're either not good enough for God or we're too good for God. We either shun Him for feeling ashamed of all our flaws and such, or we shun Him thinking that we don't need Him. All this is usually done without realizing it.

The prime goal is to maintain a balance between the two, including God in the equation. Doing works for His kingdom is a team effort. We must be confident in His love for us, yet also be subordinate, knowing our place. Since the Church is the fiancee of Christ, many of us are guilty of spiritual feminism, if you will, attempting to rise above the Husband.

Jesus has never been a male chauvinist, but rather the perfect gentlemen. Women will naturally take dominion in a household when the men don't fulfill their own duties or even show love to their wives. Women usually have no problem submitting to their husbands as long as they are fulfilling their God-given duties and loving their wives. This is just the way things are by nature.

Anyway . . . it was pointed out to me by God that I had often committed a sin which I didn't realize I was committing. Many of us do this. It's doing things our own way, opposing any of God's ways. It is written that He will beautify the meek with salvation. I wasn't being meek, but rather insubordinate. Therefore, I was ugly.

After much self-induced guilt and shame all day, the King of all kings stepped off His throne, walked down a heavenly staircase, and stepped into my presence. I, a fallen man, was shown love and comfort by a merciful King. I was in my car on my way home from work when this happened. The song "Falling in Love with Jesus" had just come on on the radio. I felt the Spirit of the Lord enter my car; it overwhelmed me. My composure slipped away from me as I began to cry out. All I could do was speak in tongues loudly for several minutes. When I pulled in my garage, I raised my hands and closed my eyes. My entire face became soaked with tears as Jesus made Himself known in the presence of a lowly servant such as me. (It is also written that He calls us not servants, but friends.) I fell into somewhat of a trance-like state, forgetting where I was. The only thing going through my mind was Psalm 51, specifically the verses that say, "Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation," and "Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice."

A few minutes later, I opened my eyes to a dark garage.

I entered into my home feeling refreshed. How great is this King's mercy! How great is His love! Let us rejoice in His name! I have never been one to celebrate anything, but this Jesus instills such excitement in me that I can't possibly contain myself. Nothing in this world even compares. Nothing in this world has ever even come remotely close to doing that sort of thing to me.

O that we would all often experience divine encounters with the King of kings.

O taste and see that the Lord is indeed good!

:-)