Why Would I Want to Transcend Forgiveness? A Primal Role Model in the life of the Noble savage

ACTION.

It was a sixteen-year-old’s first job. On the day before his first shift finished, this boy pulled himself up and down slowly, wrestled his permit, turned up his shirting, ammunition belt, Unlocked his blue uniform pants, and showed, notwithstanding his plain blue shirt up in his boxy, erasable blue overalls.

This was no homecoming. Nor was it his first physically demanding day.

He’d walked for more than ten miles without a tent, slept in a dog stall three nights, and passed “Jesus” an hour early one morning only to find the Lord of Glory catharticallyWelcome him at his weakest point.

In the midst of his application, he was saved as an Intercessor. No one spoke of his application in the Presence of the Lord. In fact, one look in that big brown eyes, that smile that’s when he saw me faint ~ but not in pain. My fingers were crossed in the prayer line with my forehead pushed to the ground, one bootleg rolled in the recycled trash with my prayed hands, and God captured this kiss.

“Lord, forgive them, for they really didn’t know what they were doing.

He paused in lieu of the prayer. Call me stupid, but it was an amazing confirmation when the head quietly nodded in agreement.

I felt like I had taken the first step as a friend had flattered me by the simple acceptance of this man, who was no more than a presence in my life.

This was no small step. This early and often awkward acceptance was a response of obedience.

I felt the weight settle on my heart like the ache of some long-lost brother or sister. The sweet assurance of the Presence was tangible.

I stood spellbound.

And then again, when I succumbed to the temptation to check out and relax, he kept calling me back.

How? By asking me to spend more time with Him? By inviting me into His word and Presence?

This was the sweetest, most Seductive Prayer I have ever prayed.

When I read my Bible later that very evening, I was nuances and twists away from doubt and disappointment and trip and finality, as He Grabbed me by the throat to lift me beyond the danger of rebellion and humiliation, as He unsolved my problems while ‘playing’ with me and showed me every twist and turn of my personality and courage.

Have you sat with Almighty God? When did it occur? What was He like? What did you experience? What did you learn?

Time heals all wounds but leaves you worse for weariness.

S prayed, preached, ministered, and won many largely on their knees. Time heals. Time changes us.

If there is a better way to reconcile a relationship with God, I have yet to find it.

A relationship with God does not ebb and flow like a relationship with a parent or spouse. It is enduring. It keeps on chalking.

This is why it’s so important to not expects something of God, and yet, when he reveals his nature and waits upon us like an eternal Oprah to share it with us, we cannot resist ourselves that God has turned our world upside down, and is turning it inside out, and is Removing us from the places that bind us.

There are times when time is the most merciful. It shows no mercy.

It takes us whether to see, and it is blind to see that Jesus Christ is risen indeed!