To Abide

Sometimes it seems it’s sin that separates us from the presence of God (Micah 3:4), but other times we just need to rest to hear Truth.

“And He commanded them all to…sit down on green grass” (before He fed them)Mark 6:39

“He makes me lie down in green pastures…” Psalm 23:2

“The Sabbath was made for man, and not man for the Sabbath.” Mark 2:27

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And then there’s also this…

“Union with God is not something we acquire by a technique but the grounding truth of our lives that engenders the very search of God.  Because God is the ground of our being, the relationship between creature and Creator is such that, by sheer grace, separation is not possible.  

God does not know how to be absent.

The fact that most of us experience throughout most of our lives a sense of absence or distance from God is the great illusion that we are caught up in; it is the human condition.”

Wise words from Martin Laird (Into the Silent Land, p. 15)

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And for the times our brains/hearts simply cannot “feel” anything, we rest in the ability to recognize the Truth.

“There is some One unseen, just here within reach. But somehow we don’t realize His presence. Realizing is blessed, but–rare. It belongs to the mood, to the feelings. It is dependent on weather conditions and bodily conditions. The rain, the heavy fog outside, the poor sleep, the twinging pain, these make one’s mood so much, they seem to blur out the realizing. But there is something a little higher up than realizing. It is yet more blessed. It is independent of these outer conditions, it is something that abides.

It is this: recognizing that Presence unseen, so wondrous and quieting, so soothing and calming and warming. Recognize His presence–the Master’s own. He is here, close by; His presence is real. Recognizing will help realizing, too, but it never depends on it. Aye, more, immensely more, the Truth is a Presence, not a thing, a fact, a statement. Some One is present, a warm-hearted Friend, an all-powerful Lord. And this is the joyful truth for weeping hearts everywhere, whatever be the hand that has drawn the tears; by whatever stream it be that your weeping willow is planted.”  –S. D. Gordon (Streams in the Desert, Sept. 6)

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