from: At the Crossroads
Life has led me to this room. He has called me, and brought me to this place of decision, the one where our life turns one way or the other. His mere presence has sent my body to its knees, without any input from my will. He looks ordinary, but there is something about His demeanor that tells me He is so much more than man. Looking into His eyes almost takes more effort than I can muster.
In any case, I must choose which way to take my life. The world tells me that I’ll have to change who I really am if I follow Him. I may even lose who I am, and become a part of Him. I know the choice is mine. He will honor that choice. The world clamors loudly, but His voice, nearly lost in the din, is deeper. I am being given a choice of keeping who I am, and having limited, if any, access to Him; or total, unconditional surrender, merging our spirits into one, possibly losing the person I am in the process. I would truly be one with Him, but He would absorb my innermost being into Himself. The world says that I would cease to exist as a separate being from Him. But He wants me to be with Him.
I have to admit, He’s been totally honest. I would be sacrificing a lot to follow Him. He concedes that the person I am now will be gone. I would be giving up significant rights to determine my own future. It would cause more problems in the world than it would fix. I would go from being accepted by the world to being rejected, sometimes harshly, by that same world. There would be other sacrifices, too. As He approaches me, His glory strengthens to the point that if I weren’t still on my knees, I would have to back away. He brushes the back of His hand down my cheek. “I love you, regardless.” He says. “You’ll be safe here until you decide.” I watch Him start to leave, and my voice catches as I call out, “Wait.”
He turns to me. I tell Him, “I don’t need any time to think about it. I want to be with You.” I take a deep breath, and add, “My life is Yours.”
As He comes a step closer, He says, “Are you sure? If you do this, you must allow Me total access into every part of your life. I will not accept partial Lordship. It is all or nothing. Do you understand?”
“Probably not.” I say, causing Him to smile. “But I love You, and I want to be with You.”
“If that is your decision, so be it. Come to Me.”
In any case, I must choose which way to take my life. The world tells me that I’ll have to change who I really am if I follow Him. I may even lose who I am, and become a part of Him. I know the choice is mine. He will honor that choice. The world clamors loudly, but His voice, nearly lost in the din, is deeper. I am being given a choice of keeping who I am, and having limited, if any, access to Him; or total, unconditional surrender, merging our spirits into one, possibly losing the person I am in the process. I would truly be one with Him, but He would absorb my innermost being into Himself. The world says that I would cease to exist as a separate being from Him. But He wants me to be with Him.
I have to admit, He’s been totally honest. I would be sacrificing a lot to follow Him. He concedes that the person I am now will be gone. I would be giving up significant rights to determine my own future. It would cause more problems in the world than it would fix. I would go from being accepted by the world to being rejected, sometimes harshly, by that same world. There would be other sacrifices, too. As He approaches me, His glory strengthens to the point that if I weren’t still on my knees, I would have to back away. He brushes the back of His hand down my cheek. “I love you, regardless.” He says. “You’ll be safe here until you decide.” I watch Him start to leave, and my voice catches as I call out, “Wait.”
He turns to me. I tell Him, “I don’t need any time to think about it. I want to be with You.” I take a deep breath, and add, “My life is Yours.”
As He comes a step closer, He says, “Are you sure? If you do this, you must allow Me total access into every part of your life. I will not accept partial Lordship. It is all or nothing. Do you understand?”
“Probably not.” I say, causing Him to smile. “But I love You, and I want to be with You.”
“If that is your decision, so be it. Come to Me.”