voice of the Father

Speaker and evangelist, John Bevere, once said “the Holy Spirit is the most ignored person in the church.”  Anytime I feel as if I am alone, as if I am some peon in the pool of this world, it’s almost as if the Holy Spirit reminds me of how many times we, as a body, have ignored and rejected Him.  Have rejection from a spouse?  Have rejection from a loved one?  The Holy Spirit knows!  He’s been ignored more worse than you can imagine!  How many times have we gone along our own agenda and completely ignored the Spirit and what He was leading?  I am personally guilty and do not leave myself out by any means!

… but do you know what baffles me?  When I feel ignored, i immedietly have the craving to become sad and have feelings to just seperate myself.  But when the Holy Spirit feels ignored, all he responds with is: “come.”  There’s no seperation there!  How is it that the Spirit can get so much rejection, so much dissapointment, so much slack from His children and yet the Spirit continues and even yearns (james 4:12; nkjv) jealously for His children?  Can you say AMAZING!? 

It was so beautiful.  Thursday night as I was reading the Word in my upstairs dorm, I looked up and saw a young man in the dark get off the phone and begin to weep.  It was difficult to see; there was no one there.  I went up to him, put my hand on his back and didn’t say a word.  He looked at me with tears in his eyes, not saying a word either.  So much was communicated without a word ever being spoken.  I then asked if there was anything I could pray for him.  He then told me how he just got off the phone with his mom and said that the father whom he hasn’t seen or spoken to in 12 years was about to call him on the dorm phone.  He couldn’t believe it and obvioulsy couldn’t hardly hold himself together.  It was a cry of joy.  His daddy was going to call, and he had no idea what he was going to say to him.  We spoke for a little while and just like a hollywood scene, the phone in the dorm rang.  “That’s him,” he replied and put his head back on the window in tears.  I went to the phone and answered and there was the voice of the father asking if his boy was there.  I gave the phone to his son and watched in a corner for a couple moments as tears turned to laughter, and watched the beggining of a friendship come out of it.  I was there for that!  

It’s as if the father is saying to each of us… “I want to speak with you.  Don’t you see?  How long, my precious son, will you go your own way.  Don’t you know that you are my son whom i have made no imperfection.  You are exactly how I made you to be, I know your problems… I know them!!  Come, my child… come.  I am waiting for you.”

Father, help us, help me to see your love, your beauty.  Why do we run so far away when we know you are right there in the midst of all of life’s details.  Why do we trust you in some things, but not all.  Father, help me to bind rejection from the lives of your children and, in place, pour on them the spirit of adoption.  Help me, Father, your children need to see.  I love you and give you all the glory, in this earth and the earth to come.  You are beautiful Father.  Help me to come to your presense knowing that i can come as I am… not as I should be.  I want to long jealously for your presense as you long for me, Father.  Show me how.  Thank you, thank you so much daddy.  In your Name, the Name of Jesus I pray, and give all the honor to, Amen.