SPIRITUAL fervour is found within
the heights of a heady rock ‘n’ roll church worship, but it’s felt as much
within the depths of the ordinary life.
The solemnity of a moment brings
home the truth; God is indelibly with us all on this journey — and pure
existential cognisance of this fact goes toward a filling; a fullness; a
heavenly abundance for which nothing in life could compare. Such is worship. It
places us in an incredibly blessed position for which billionaires possibly
have no inkling.
What is it like? Can it be
described so we can taste it? I think we can explain how it occurs, but it
would be a travesty to attempt to put into words what the Sacred Spirit of
Revelation has ever hidden from descriptive comprehension.
As the anointing of gratitude
toward the experience of even ten minutes of joy attests, being filled to the
fullness of the abundance of the Glory of God is a classical experience.
Even one portion of such an
experience indwells itself in our memory, and, forever more, that experience is
etched into the cast of our soul. I remember my first experience; the audacity
of life had taken me into convolutions of grief. At that depth where I
literally had no hope if I didn’t have God, the Lord showed himself. I cannot
describe what it meant to me that God was faithful in that way — to be taken
into his Presence — to be filled to the fullness of the abundance of his Glory.
What is inexplicable is also so
overwhelmingly wondrous.
There are always gifts given in
such moments of ethereal proximity to God. This first moment I was bathed in
the tears of anointing — big, heavy (‘oily’), hot drops — and more of them in
heaving splendour than I could contemplate or contain. I wasn’t just emotional beyond
control in my grief; I was emotional for what I was feeling as I willingly
surrendered my old, now very irrelevant life. Without identity I was free to
assume a new one. If we’re at an end of ourselves we do well to do a good job
of it, then we let it go. So I was caught up to high heaven in my bedroom. God
brought heaven to me in my conscious regard. God had filled me with his Spirit
to the emptiest part. Only as I lost all did I gain all.
But I do know that the gift I speak
of here is not the only one. There
are as many gifts of God’s Presence as God would determine.
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The point of being filled to the
fullness of the abundance of the glory of God is plain: it proves God is real —
awesome and fearsome — one and for all. We may say we believe in God but faith never
makes sense until we actually meet him. Then faith comes into its own. We’re
ready to step away from safe land to enter an unknown and tremulous journey.
And the sojourn into the next world has begun. We will never go back.
Meet God and he becomes real. When
God is real in our experience, faith, hope and love are a natural and
supernatural outflowing.
Filled to the fullness of the
abundance of the glory of God: it’s every
believer’s designation and destiny.
God’s fullness was always intended
to dwell richly in us. Richly blessed are we when the Spirit’s intention fills
us with the fullness of his abundance.
© 2015 Steve Wickham.
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