Digging the Roof

I found one of those moments this morning. Praying for my brother Kevin, that he would be strengthened in the Spirit. That Jesus my King would speak to him, "Get up and walk!" That he would be completely healed.

I had read just a little bit of Mark before scooping up the two youngest and heading off to Sunday service. Up to the miracle work of the Lord in the crowded house. While seeking Him during worship it replayed back to me, what must happen to us. The paralyzed man had friends. They went all the way, digging a hole in the roof to make a opening for there friend, a path to the Lord. Whose house was this anyhow? Can you imagine, some people jumping on your roof and tearing a hole in it? Yet they were driven, they would accept nothing else but to get to Jesus.

Are we ready for that? Will you do whatever it takes to find Him? Will you dig deep, past the boundaries of acceptability, past what is comfortable, past anything reasonable by man's standard to find Him? The life in you responds to that word! Will you chose to walk it? I want to make that choice every day, to see the path He has put before me, and follow life. Not because I can 'obey', not because I am able in myself, but because the life in me longs to find Him.

I felt empty after praying for my brother. Not bad, not dark, just like there was more to do. It seemed like there was a place we could have reached this morning, a deep pouring out of healing. It seemed like the faith necessary for Kevin was there, I just couldn't see it, couldn't hear the words. I thought of the paralytics friends, how determined they were, and how they met with success. Then it struck me, I am the paralyzed man.

I am the blind man, I am deaf, I am in need of Him! I can not move freely in the Spirit without Him. I can not see clearly without Him. I can not hear without Jesus. My heart, my soul falls down before the Father. It is I that needs life poured out in me, to be useful. To bless the body, to serve Him. To build up my brothers and sisters. To have faith for healing. To walk in miracles, release the word of God for each one, bring eternal water to dry lips.

Inside of my heart is the life of God. The Spirit of God, the Messiah who broke free of death. And surrounding about is a multitude, all the things in my life where I want to see God move. All the areas I want Him in. But He wants to put me into His life. The roof of my heart needs to be dug through. Even that it is of dirt and stone. The natural man, of the dust. The clay of the earth. One man is of the earth. Let's break through that ceiling! Forget about anything else, I need to be in there. I need to be in His life.

By the very life of Jesus, by the blood sacrifice He has washed away my sins. Now speak to my spirit Lord! Speak to my inner man this day, "Rise up and walk!" You are my home, I walk towards you. You are my bed, I rest in you. Cause me to see, so I can be Your eyes. Cause me to hear, so I can speak your word. Heal me, free me of the paralysis, so You can move me in Your power! My spirit worships You, for this is Your plan. I make my soul praise You in the increasing Glory of all You do. Let it happen according to Your desire, according to what pleases You Father. I can not help but love You!