I used to run to prayer, to get my sins forgiven and gain some sense of sanity in my crazy life. I still do at times. I was fleeing into God.
But now I’ve entered back into the mystical way with Jesus, my corporate model has dissolved. I now come aside to sit and breathe, to meditate, pray and enjoy God’s presence. To read deeply and to love deeply…to taste the waters of eternal life.
There’s nothing left undone. Nothing I have to do, or gain, or keep or protect. All is done. It is finished.
When I enter into Christ’s finished work, there is rest…deep rest from all my labors, worries, and woes. Like being in a cave of the heart or on a mountain peak, time is suspended, or better yet swallowed up with eternity, and there is peace.
I breathe in rest, overflowing with the gratefulness for Jesus, who did what I could never do, to make a place for me.
There’s an expansive freedom realizing that there’s nothing left to do. It is finished.
And resting, in that fullness, that wholeness, where we have emptied ourselves out of all our desires, our agendas, our hopes and dreams and fears, as we rest, God fills us that we might learn to bear God’s love and forgiveness to a broken world.
Instead of working for God, we bear Jesus, we are bearers of life from God. We carry in our lives, dripping like a cup of cool water, sharing life-giving waters, to a dry and broken world.
