It has been almost 35 years since I sat on my bottom bunk bed with my older brother and ‘asked Jesus into my heart’; it was probably 11 years later that I realised deeply and personally what that really meant. And I did mean it. I couldn’t imagine life any other way. Not a day had gone by when I hadn’t heard of the greatness of God, seen the reality of it in my parents simple but beautiful life and heard them singing of His praises. How could I not hunger for that life and love and passion?
So here I am, almost 40 years old and the hunger is deep, some days ravenous, to connect and engage with the sound and activity of heaven; to extend His kingdom here on earth and to navigate and activate an unquenchable longing to disciple and lead others into His love.
Just this morning I was discussing with my children the need to tell others about Jesus; my 6 year old declared “how will people know if we don’t tell them?”, and he’s right – that’s why we named him Micah Hudson; after Hudson Taylor, a man of mission, vision and passion to reach the world for Jesus!
And then we read Psalm 19…
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them.Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.
How incredible that God’s design is one of revelation and declaration through the beauty and wonder of His creation. And we are coworkers with His handiwork. The rhythm and seasons of this luscious land He placed us in work in harmony with the woven intricacies of our senses. We can see, hear, taste, feel and breathe deeply of our creators proclamation!
Then we, His people, also reflect the Masters brushstrokes, despite our brokenness; we reveal the Potters shape, form and hand moulded curves, despite our cracks and delicate creases. And it’s not always how we first appear but it’s what we reveal that speaks of the ‘work of His hands’. Just as a resting butterfly with closed wings can seem so plain, dull and dark – just as you’ve almost passed it by, camouflaged by its surroundings, it takes flight; colour and shape and pattern flash before your eyes as this creature reveals beauty in flight.
You can identify them by their fruit, that is, by the way they act.
There’s a time when hunger, passion and life must take flight to reveal beauty. It’s time to use our voice to reveal and declare the faithful and satisfying love of the Father. There’s a time to lay aside what could be and might be and what they think I might be, there’s a time to be finally free. There are those who are sitting, and resting. There are those who are brave enough to take flight.
“I tell you,” he replied, “if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.”
I’m ready to fly