There is a moment in time when everything changes. It starts
with a thought, a possibility. Could it
be true…? And then there is the anticipation, poorly masked by an I know it’s not true but I’ll just make sure…And
then there is that minute of waiting, and then…it happens. The test is
positive. And the gravity of what has happened….A soul has been created. A
living being is being formed at this moment inside of me. The Creator’s hands
are weaving and molding and knitting with infinite love and care. The Life
Giver is at work.
Three times in my life now, I have experienced this moment.
I wish so much that I could bottle up the feeling that comes every time I am
made aware of the miracle. Each time, I have fallen on my face in worship,
because there is nothing else I can do. What else is there to do, when you are
that aware of the presence and power of God?
Yes, I wish I could bottle up that feeling. But I can’t, and
it fades. The miracle is still there, but the daily grind is still there too,
and it’s hard to keep them both in perspective. And so I found myself today,
sitting on a little red plastic child’s chair in the kitchen, with my head
leaning against a cabinet and my eyes closed. Three minutes of solitude, more
than I have had all day, and I didn’t know what to do with it. So I just cried.
What else is there to do, when you have lost sight of the presence and power of
God?
Life Giver.
The magnitude of this comes rushing in like a river, if I will
let it.
Life Giver.
There it is, at the conception of life, a breath – a supernatural
occurrence that takes cells and makes them human – a feat that no one, no
matter how tall we build our towers of Babel, will ever be able to replicate.
Life Giver.
He said to me,
"Prophesy over these bones and say to them, `O dry bones, hear the word of
the Lord.' "Thus says the Lord God to these bones, `Behold, I will cause
breath to enter you that you may come to life… and you will know that I am the Lord.'"
And there it is again, the walking dead who are not even
aware of their condition, now receiving the very breath that they were made to
inhale. Bringing the dead to life. This is what He does.
Life Giver.
Tomorrow we will celebrate the resurrection of our Lord from
the dead. The miracle is there – always there. But it is so easy to overlook. If
we try…can we remember?
Can we remember the moment in time when we first realized
the truth of what happened?
This is My body…this
is My blood…do this in remembrance of Me. Then He took the cup and He drank it.
Life Giver.
Father, if there is
any other way, let this cup pass from Me…yet not what I will but Your will be
done.
Life Giver.
A garden…a battle…a cup of unimaginable wrath…the second
Adam…The very Son of God, humble and unwavering, torn and beaten, thirsty and
nailed to a cross, displayed and mocked, forgiving and giving life even in His
dying hours…
And a dark tomb, sealed with finality and an immovable
stone.
And a third day, and a sun dawning with hope, and soldiers
on the ground and an angel sitting and laughing on an “immovable” stone, and
women weeping in one moment with grief and in another with breathtaking hope
because the tomb was empty and the Life Giver was alive…
And if we can remember how it feels to know that these
things are true…to know that at the beginning and in the middle and at the end
of our days, He is still giving life…to know in the moments in the kitchen when
we lean our heads back and cry that He is still trampling sin and death and
giving life to these weary and dry bones…to know that He is the bread of life
and the living water and the fountain of life and yes, even the very breath of
life…and if we can be that aware of His presence and His power…then let our
response, this Easter and always, be to fall on our faces and worship.
Because what else is there to do in the face of the Life
Giver?
