Confessing and Contending

In tears and sorrow; a sorrow that leads to repentance and back to life, I found myself weeping.  Other voices in intercession around me, pleading for the church to commands that God gave us to lead us to life. Not dead works of the letter of the law, but life in becoming obedient to the Spirit of the law written on our hearts.

I confessed my idolatry, bowing to gods of my own creation.  I confessed to profaning the Holy name of Jesus, Yahweh.  Treating Your name as a curse instead of a blessing, and misrepresenting You as I bear Your name.  I confessed to murderous thoughts, knowing I had cursed another human being as I drove to this meeting, knowing far too often what came out of my heart and on to my lips was destructive.  I confessed to my adultery, treating my own body as worthless, my heart ready run rather than stand faithful to Him who loves me and bought me with a price.  I confessed to desecrating the Sabbath, working without rest and refusing to turn to Jesus; failing to trust that He will meet my every need without my toiling in worry and anxiety.

Yes, the look at my own heart showed much darkness.  But Jesus is the light of life and NO darkness can stand against that light!   For the beginning of His kingdom coming is the Bride, the Church exalting His leadership and dominion in our hearts.

Then to hear, that He was pleased, delighted at our labors for the church, for the neighborhood, for the city.  He loves when we the church join with Him in His work, contending for His kingdom.  He poured His lavish grace out on us.

The only response fitting was the cry of Revelation 22: Come Lord Jesus!  Come!  The Spirit and the Bride say Come!