A Beautiful Demolition

It is worth noting, that in the presence of our King, what can begin

as a moment [we] create, In an effort to glorify Him,

can so easily be transformed into a platform on which to parade our own Pride in ourselves –

In our status, or position;

our glorious intentions collide with the responsibilities

of the Freedom we have been granted through the cross.

This tension, the Freedom of choosing submission,

of laying aside any of our rights to recognition for the sake of [His] fame,

is the tension of sacrifice;

a sacrifice of praise.

We can ride on [our] pride for a time,

on momentum, repetition;

But he does not share his glory with anyone.

He keeps his distance from the proud, and gives grace to the humble.

Yet even when our intentions to glorify Him

are marred by selfish ambition… He melts, he leans in.

For so great is His desire to love and be loved,

to meet our advances, however feeble,

that he sent even His only Son to suffer for our sin,

so that even in rebellion, we could approach Him.

This is the Good News of Salvation.

Thus, Grace descends, a beautiful demolition

of anything – any wall, any reason – that might keep us from Him.

Even in trying to elevate our King,

We are prone to fall short, sidetracked with ourselves,

with shallow, material things.

Yet, because of Jesus, he comes. So gently, so humbly.

His Spirit resounding in ours - reassuring, comforting.

A servant King, seeking to relieve the burdens that weigh us down,

the walls and wounds that keep His love out,

and restore us to friendship with Him.

At this encounter,

All security built on human promotion melts.

All confidence built on deeds we have done is stripped back,

and exposed.

Any value we may have attained by any means other than His Word

is suddenly undone.

We can boast of nothing, save our need of His Love,

and breath,

and song in our lungs.

He is, we are.

He has always been, and will always be. We are merely a breath of air,

Subject to his majesty. And yet we are his masterpiece, His bride.

The object of His passion.

Humbled in our realization that We are the ones wooed,

and can give him nothing,

our resistance is broken.

[For everything comes from Him; everything exists by His power

and is intended for His glory.]

It is in this understanding, this revelation, that there is freedom.

Freedom to love him in abandon,

and stand with arms wide open, in the rhythms of his Grace,

A receptor of His Redemption – not hiding,

but steadfastly trusting His heart.

We love, because He first loved us.

And it is on this foundation that we are built up,

and can never be shaken.