Fix Your Gaze Upon Me

Just fix your gaze upon Me,
The Lover of your soul,
I’m the Truth that sets you free,
Restoring joy darkness stole,
Renew in My charity,
Just be still and draw to Me.

I’m the Way that makes you whole,
Alpha and Omega,
The Lamb that breaks the scrolls,
Found in hands of beggars.

Unite in my redemption,
Taste and see what I control,
I Am Life and Ressurction.

Come to me and be lifted up,
And drink deep from my saving cup.

by Chris Clody
7/13/2018

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Screen Door In A Submarine

Truly installing a screen door in a submarine is like faith without works.

Let that sink in…

How many of us have lined-up, bowing our heads in vanity and blindly chosen to silently follow in-step waving this submersible’s one way ticket.

What is the fruit of our works encompassing all our thoughts and prayers, words and actions, and convictions that offer others, regardless of their state of being, a hopeful consolation? How close to the river of charity do we choose to take root in gratitude? Has the political sieve of reason that polarizes our culture justified the conditions that limit the dignity of certain Image-bearers?

Is inherent human dignity mercifully gifted within creation or determined by creation itself as a reasonable right? Would the mind of Jesus be amazed by desire for gratitude or astonished by the disconnect between faith and charity?

If we truly carry about in our body the death of Jesus so His life will bear His reckless love of neighbor towards God, then shouldn’t true charity become the disciple’s overwhelming light that chases away the shadows of our conditional love?

How often my deepest prayers measure my selfless and selfish motivations against the matchless work of divine love.

One day we will all drink that final cup that will curse or bless. In that moment of consumption upon bowed-knees we will instantly see the brightness of our healed souls or dimness of our unworthy judgments through dim eyes. There is no negotiation from silent tongues before the One, Holy voice who joyfully welcomes in friendship or simply says He knew us. How I pray this same voice is familiar to you now. If it is not, seek an answer in humble prayer and desire to taste and see the goodness of God.

His work in progresss,

Chris

Praying Their Tomb Will Be Left Empty


The waters in the Tham Luang cave, that imprisons 12 boys and their soccer coach, continue to evoke my constant prayers. Despite nothing short of human ingenuity and tireless will of rescue efforts, the onslaught of ominous downpours await like the still before a storm.

My prayers are answered in a variety of possibilities that seek to plumb the rationale behind the omniscient gaze of God. I fully trust that His mercy has accounted for every fearful thought as the depleting oxygen drawn in the shivering darkness of this damp tomb.

My endless petitions fervently plead:

“Lord, will you push back these waters like the Red Sea or Jordan River in response to trusting prayer?”

Or,

“Bessed Spirit, will you continue to strengthen the resolve of heart, mind, strength, and soul of the rescuers to negotiate the exodus from this living nightmare?”

Or,

“ABBA! Will You permit the lives of your Image bearers, like that Navy Seal, to be lost for a greater purpose that I may not even understand?”

Ultimately, my prayers bundled with our global family, must necessarily rise to redemption of all souls regardless of the outcome. The patience and true charity that completely composes the matchless love of our eternal Trinity has planned or permits mystifies creation grasping at hope and courageously leaping in faith.

For these desperate and incessant moments of thought to negotiate an understanding is still our reason to give thanks. For when humanity confronts such enormous oppression to our mortality our heart must gratefully rest in divinity’s inexplainable peace. Surely, the Holy God, Holy Mighty One, and Holy Immortal One does not require our understanding to prove His faithfulness. However, like a loving parent and loyal brother, Christ wants to hear our hearts of faith. Let us not despair into our condemnation of a faithless generation but cry out in boldness for even the rocks we walk on know better.

Be brave and trust that God is near and post your prayers today however long our souls united to the souls of the soccer team endures this profound tribulation.

His,

Chris