In the Written Word with the Living Word
Isaiah 9 (NASB)
2 The people who walk in darkness
Will see a great light;
Those who live in a dark land,
The light will shine on them.
3 You shall multiply the nation,
You shall increase their gladness;
They will be glad in Your presence
As with the gladness of harvest,
As men rejoice when they divide the spoil.
Father, it seems that I tire of the light. I want to walk in darkness so I can once again rejoice in the light. Your presence becomes ‘old hat’. I want something fresh.
It is like a man dying from thirst and someone comes with a canteen of fresh sweet water. Wow, what a blessing! Then the man discovers that the canteen is filled everyday with fresh water, it seems to never runs dry.
As time passes the man begins to question the validity of the canteen.
Where did it come from?
Why is it shaped in the manner it is shaped?
Who provided the canteen?
Is there any other source other than the canteen?
Where does the water come from?
Why is it, that other water doesn’t taste the same?
Surly other water is good for one besides this water?
Why would it be harmful to taste water from a different source?
Believers seem to tire of Jesus. Believers appear to tire of the springs of living water.
Could it be that Jesus never becomes anything more than a Savior, Redeemer, and always remains aloof as a King of Kings in a far away palace called heaven?
Could it be that Jesus is never REALLY accepted as our only ‘in indwelling’ source of Life, a friend that sticks closer than a brother or ‘partner’ that has invited us to join Him in His Father’s enterprises?
Jesus is the Groom, we are the Bride, yet in everyday life we display the opposite. We are more enchanted with His robe, His heaven, His gifts, His promises than we are with Him as a person. We find that our since of significance is derived from ‘ministry’, ‘blessings’, ‘abilities’ and ‘applause’ from ourselves or others than from relational intimacy with the “Groom”.
We love the spoil, more than the Groom! Therefore we are anemic, sick, and don’t even know it. Unwittingly the spoil has spoiled us.