Here is something of a meditation on the Heart of God. I don’t claim it as any profound insight, more the reflection of one who has been privileged, if privilege it be, to occasionally glimpse the smallest fraction of the Heart of God.
It is well, in fact, that we cannot glimpse much more than this. It is a mercy that glory is veiled else it would overwhelm us, burn us away. We get so involved in our little struggles, in matters that seem important, but are not. Running around, seeking fame, power, acclamation, money and status. And, what are all these things but dross in the eyes of the Almighty? A glimpse into the Heart of God is enough to see the laughable triviality of the things we call important.
Yet the tyranny of the urgent so often overwhelms us, and we lose any sense of perspective, chasing after the wind, imagining that when we catch it we will have something. Only to see what is nothing dissipate through our fingers.
The Heart, the burning Heart of God. Have you ever beheld the Holiness of His glorious heart? This is a burning love, composed of (and I give you but a small mean sample) yearning, desire, anguish, pain, anger, compassion and longing. How do You stand it Lord, a Love that is so far beyond and above us?
The same heart of love is a heart of wrath, we do not understand, until we see – and then how could it be other? The love that is beyond comprehension burns with the same fire, that we call holiness. The fire will burn to purify us, or will burn to destroy wickedness. Truly, the veil is a mercy – but also a danger as we wrap ourselves in cocoons of delusion.
There is a hard mercy to come, a judgment that is also blessing for those with eyes to see. There is so much PAIN – I have no words for the anguish of God. His bride, whoring to her own destruction. We will think this judgment to be a rejection, a disowning, a calling of accounts to be paid, from a God who now hates us for what we have done, left undone, and for what we have become.
Not so, rather it is the burst of love unrequited, a love that can do nothing but explode in a burst so fierce, so tender – wrath and mercy both, that would boil to a pinnacle, to the kairos moment of decision, as the quiet voice whispers in the agony of our indecision…..
Will you not turn to Me?
Will you not choose Me?
Will you not love Me – love Me more than all these others?
If you would but turn to Me with your whole heart, forsaking all other gods, I could heal you.
Are you willing, this day?