Revelation 1:17-18 17 When I saw him, I fell at his feet as though dead. But he laid his right hand on me, saying, "Fear not, I am the first and the last,18 and the living one.
I looked, and there he was! Of course, I immediately dropped to my feet, face on the ground, because of his majesty…but he lovingly laid his right hand on me and reassured me with these words: “Don’t be afraid, I have always been, I will always be…your living God!”
In 10 days, it will be Christmas, and I can feel the stress in the air. In a week, hopefully, my kidney stone will be no more, and recovery will begin. Christmas season (shopping in a fit of rage) and surgical procedures agitate me. They have a way of constantly reminding me that they wish to be in control, and my soul is a battleground they wish to conquer. I’m not walking around like a worry-wart…but I’m unsettled, anxious, on guard, and my soul is complaining, “Where is the peace I desire? Where can I go to escape the harassment?” This is the week I’ve declared a war on stress. We are in the middle of a 7-day time out, an invitation to approach God, and ask for the peace we all desire. Our peace project is to find God, stay attached at his hip, and listen carefully. Wise words, and a good choice (intentionally asking God for his peace,) I say. My Father, however, offers a slightly different perspective this morning, an attitude of his truth is coming out of his camp, and it is designed to help me to get off the crazy cycle, and find a settled state of mind with him. I honestly believe he is the one pursuing me, and if I’d just slow down for a few seconds, and intentionally choose to drop in humble worship of him, I will experience his hand on my shoulder. His powerful right hand, the symbol of his empowered presence, the proof that we are together, the revelation that I am suddenly in his shadow, covered by his wings of glory. It is here that I know I am safe. I am secure. I am loved. I am OK…whether I’m in a line at Safeway 12 people deep, or waiting 45 minutes in my doctor’s office for a pre-op appointment that just won’t get started, I know I am OK…I feel peace. I can breathe…God is touching me. I can let go; God is comforting me. I can trust him. He is in control. Today I have discovered the peace the flows from his word, and it continually confronts lies and wrong believes swirling all around me; it allows me to find quietness of the heart, even while a storm rages around me. I am at peace, he proved it when he touched my shoulder.
I simply want to thank you for touching me this morning Lord. I hope you’ll feel free today to grab ahold of me an a moments notice. Stop me when I’m feeling stressed and anxious. Pull me back into your embrace, and let me know, please, everything’s going to be OK. Amen.