God is on His Way

“Our God comes and shall not keep silent: before Him a fire consumes and around Him a fierce tempest rages.” Psalm 50:3

God is on His way! The disheartened believer wonders when will God vindicate, how will God show Himself, what will He do to scatter the stone of sorrow into tiny pieces? When will He speak? How shall I know what He wants of me?

God is on His way! And He shall not keep silent! Though our hearts ache to hear our Beloved, our eyes scan the horizon for a hint of His arrival, we want the silence to be over. If only to hear His voice again, to know that He still speaks; not just to the world, not in judgment of nations, but that He speaks to me, to my yearnings, to my requests for His friendship. Having waited in silence, how we wish it would be broken by the thunder of His voice.

God is on His way! And He shall not keep silent! Before Him a fire consumes! We are so weary of the silence we would gladly submit to His fiery presence. Take the old dry wood that rots in my burn pile of a heart and consume it. Burn off every imperfection; bake away the cracks and let the kiln of Your words strengthen me once again. Let sin, so blinding in the silence, be destroyed in the conflagration, Your proclamation: “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.”

Yes, still, after all these years, dear Jesus, I covet Your understanding that I often walk in circles, not understanding the least bit of my days. Burn off the scabs that have collected over wounds I cannot leave alone.

God is on His way! And He shall not keep silent! Before Him a fire consumes! Around Him a fierce tempest rages! Wake me with your tempest. Jolt me out of my everyday habits and arouse me to find the new life which Your tempest leaves behind. Challenge my one-size-fits-all Christianity; let the storm tear down the siding to reveal the real inner me. I do not ask this frivolously, I desire the full depth of Your severe mercies.

Come, speak, consume, awake, only let me know You have not forgotten me. I desire to do Your will. And desire even more that You increase my desires, enlarge them to encompass the capacity of Your heart O God. I wait for You, hungry and thirsty. I look for You, ready yet weary and impatient.

Oh Christ, Oh Living Lord, how can I say what I have said over and over, and still feel it is true: Here is my heart, I wait for You to come and take it; make it like You. Speak once again and I will listen and obey. The days have taken their toll so that I need Your specific Word spoken by fire or storm, but, Lord, my Lord, speak them also with Your love.