We may have falsely believed that we were just people chasing dreams or we may have been striving to make something out of our lives.
I have a growing suspicion that we have had it all wrong. What I am begining to believe more fully is that what we are in essence is a great God adventure. Maybe we are an adventure God has longed to live in our lifetime but we have been too self absorbed to see anything more. First we must die, that we may live in His great adventure. Our small thinking that leads to selfish ambitions prevent us from experiencing the greatest God adventures God had mapped for us to live. Adventures that were planned to bring Him glory and fame by living unlimited lives. Yet we refuse to die.
We are living in the worst days in all of history. We are living in the best days ever imagined.
We are living in the most godless times. We are living in best days where God has never been experienced by so many, so often and so much. We are living in the days saints of old wished they lived in. Never in the whole of human history has God been revealed by so much to so many. Never, not even in the days Jesus Himself walked the earth. They were still asking who is He? Only a few women really knew who He really was. The men were generally clueless besides Peter by the Spirit of God. These days Christ is revealed to all in a frightening measure.
Those who don't see or don't know have mostly chosen to dismiss the evidence as the knowledge of God hourly increases on the earth as the waters cover the sea. We are living in the worst hour. We are living in the finest hour.
It is going to get worse. It is going to get even better than the best we have seen. It all depends which side you're looking from. I think I've got front row seats of the finest angle. Everybody can get the seat but not everyone choses it.
Habakkuk 2: 14
The earth will be filled with the knowledge of the glory of God as the waters cover the sea.
There are things that God does which you sometimes cannot tell.
You cannot tell them because some of them feel so sacred that you would be too afraid to say them. You cannot tell of other experiences simply because they can't be told. They can't be told not because you refuse to share but because the language of words was not designed to describe what can only be known through being a participant of a particular experience in a specific moment of God's time. This matter continues to confound and captivate me.
| — | Viola de Lesseps, Shakespeare In Love |
