I Saw The Lord
Isaiah (chapter six) saw the Lord in the most unexpected place, unexpected that is, if you have gotten so used to the public worship that you don’t really think God shows up anymore. He had been a regular worshipper, no doubt. Like all of us, perhaps, it had become possible (probable?) for him to go through all the motions…all the rituals…without really experiencing God. But this time it was different. This time something had changed for him. The good king upon which many of Judah’s citizens had come to rely so much, had died. Such a crisis can strike fear into the hearts of people, even including prophets. But it was in this time of mourning over the loss of a good leader that Isaiah was enabled to see the best Leader of all…there in the temple…at worship. And Isaiah left that experience, a changed man. Now he knew Who it was Who really sat on the throne…the only One Whom death could never touch. Now he fully understood his mission in the world. Now he was fully engaged in that mission of helping others see the Lord. Wonderful things can happen when folks catch a glimpse of the real God.
I saw the Lord last night, but I wasn’t in a temple or a church building. I hesitate, somewhat to tell you about it because in some ways it belongs to the secret place where God alone sees. But it so blessed me that I felt compelled to share it with you in the hope that you also would be blessed. Now Isaiah saw the Lord in a public place…saw Him high and lifted up with His glorious train filling the whole temple. I didn’t see Him like that…I am not claiming some special revelation. But I saw Him…just the same. It was in a quiet, darkened room where a sufferer lay, nervously, alone, upon a bed…weakened in body…and, no doubt, in will. The sufferer’s journey had already been long and dangerous. Surely the thought of giving up must have entered her mind. But there in the dark quiet I watched an ordinary Christian (not a preacher, nor elder, nor Bible teacher) lean over that bed, take the sufferer’s hand in his and begin to stroke it. And as he gently stroked her hand, he began to speak quietly for several minutes, with great love and emotion. I will not try to repeat his words…I couldn’t properly duplicate either the words or their tone. Suffice to say, they were words that traveled on wings of love straight to the sufferer’s heart where they were gladly welcomed and resulted in a renewed determination not to give up the fight. We all three knew that neither individually nor collectively were we up to the task…and so the two of us who came to visit were asked to bring all of this to the attention of Father God. We did so as we prayed together. None of us three know what the future holds, but all of us know we don’t have to face it alone. And this I also know…there was at least one sufferer in the world last night who felt the love of the Lord coming through another caring human…a friend…a brother in Christ…who, though he couldn’t take away the burden both could and did help to bear it.
As long as my “rememberer” functions, I will not forget the holy scene I witnessed that night…when one ordinary Christian, who, as a member of his Lord’s body, reached out to touch another in His Name and with His unfailing love. I saw the difference it made. I saw Jesus proved right again in how people will know we are His when we love each other as He loves. I saw the Lord last night and left understanding better Who is really in charge and what my real mission is in life. A friend who allowed the Love of the Lord to shine through him did that for me…as well as for a suffering saint we both went to see.
And I want you to know…you who pause now and again to read and comment here…that I see Him in you too. And the sight of Him always does me unspeakable good…ALWAYS! Thank you for giving Him your permission to live…to love…to serve again…in you.