I spent the morning on the river banks watching the sunrise and
praying. As I sat in the cool, damp air surrounded by the sounds of the
earth waking up to sing praises to God I couldn't help but join in.
With hands raised and eyes closed I worshipped Him unashamed. With no
small determination I pressed into the throne room of heaven thanking
God for the trials that are behind me and for being able to see now how
His hand guided me through them. I thanked Him for counting me worthy
of suffering in order to bring me to Him. I offered my appreciation
for the trials that He has told me are ahead of me and prayed for Him to
strengthen my faith so I may come out of them with a testimony to bring
glory to His name.
As I stood there remembering the goodness of God my spirit began
to awaken and the desire to draw closer to Him grew stronger. I cried
out asking Him to open my eyes and let me see His face. I so
desperately wanted to experience His tangible presence, to gaze upon the
face that looked upon me while I was in sin and stretched out His arms
to die on a cross. I prayed for His presence to surround me like a
cloud, pleading with Him to open the heavens and let me see a glimpse of
His backside as He did for Moses. I longed to be like John and be
carried by way of vision to the heavens to see the Lamb of God seated on
the throne. I am a Son of God and I desperately wanted to look upon my
daddy. "Open my eyes Lord", I prayed.
When I ran out of words I sat quietly with my eyes closed listening to
the sounds in the air hoping to hear a still small voice call my name to
look upon Him but nothing came. Doubt began to set in and I began to
wonder if I wasn't living like I should. I've heard of people's eyes
being opened to the heavens, why not mine? I thought over my life and
the mistakes I have made and I wondered if there was anything that I
hadn't confessed and repented of. "Surely there must be something wrong
with my life" I thought or He would answer my prayer.
It's then that I turned and felt a warmth come over me defeating the
coolness of the morning air. Though my eyes were closed I could tell
that there was a great light in front of me. I felt a tingling in my
body that caused me to believe something great was about to
happen. Could this be the moment that I see his face? Could it be that
my prayers have reached heaven and moved God's heart? With great
expectations I opened my eyes to see His face and I did but not in the
way I expected.
In front of me was a huge sunrise in a clear blue sky with light
reflecting off of the water in a beautiful display of sparkles and
colors. It's then that I realized God gives us a "good morning
kiss" every day in the form of a sunrise and every night His face kisses
us "goodnight" with a sunset. God is the light of the world. The reason
the sun burns so bright and provides so much warmth even though it
is 150 million miles away from the earth is because God allowed part of
His presence to fuel it's fire. Since God is everywhere at all times the
sun is able to warm us with God's presence from so far away.
So looking back now I realize how silly it was for me to pray to see
God's face. God is spirit. Our minds are so finite that we can't
comprehend being able to "see" something unless it has substance. We
think of "seeing" as setting our eyes upon it and then the image
bouncing around in our head until it reaches the brain where it causes
us to comprehend the image. That is why we go through life missing God's
face. We are looking for Him the wrong way, we are looking physically
and we need to look spiritually.
I don't want miss God's face because I'm looking for a sub-par human
version of Him. I want to look around me and see Him in everything.
A slave no more, except to Him who saved me!
Lee Lumley
Romans 6:6
'"Knowing this, that our old man was crucified with Him, that the body
of sin might be done away with, that we should no longer be slaves of
sin. FOR HE WHO HAS DIED HAS BEEN FREED FROM SIN"