Etch Upon My Heart Your Name...

Etch Your wish upon my heart with the finger of Your Spirit.
Rest the words of Your very voice upon the beds of my ears.
Let me hear Your wooings that makes my heart to swoon.

The sight of but Your shadowy walkings fallen across my face
Causes my eyes to rain weepy waters of weary exhaustion.
To behold Your countenance would be death to me,
But what a savory death to be befallen - smote by thine Presence.

My knees would knock and sweet horror stricken wonder
Would be my gasps to feel Your breath exhaled upon
And drawn back in over my hairs
That You've previously numbered.

Dreaded grace that my diseased spirit cannot fathom or measure
Becomes my leaping joy as a fawn kicking about
In new Spring day life.

All in all, ever satisfying, You are enough
And no temporary trappings of Terra'd-existence
Will ever suffice until I rest peacefully, sweetly, completely
In Your gripping mercy; rocking me, no, shattering me
From Death's sleep to Life's awakening...

Pure soundness of Lost-self found finally,
And forever-ally, in You.

A Den of Thieves...

I received the following email Friday morning, and thought I'd share this devotion from David Wilkerson. 

We are at the epitome, again, of religious profiteering, selling Christ as a cheap trinket.  Are our hearts grieved in this practice or have we come to expect it as the status quo?  Shame on us, if we don't care that this is taking place.  If God's will is to conform us to the image of Christ, and we don't care that the poor are being taken advantage of in the name of Christ, then I must say that we aren't much like Christ who was grieved that His Father's house was being vilely violated.  Please read...


David Wilkerson Today

FRIDAY, JUNE 11, 2010

GOD’S HOUSE TURNED INTO A DEN OF THIEVES

Jesus went up to Jerusalem at Passover and entered the temple (John 2:13-17).
What he saw appalled him. Merchants had taken over the house of God! He came seeking a house of prayer and what he found was a preoccupation with the promotion, display, and sale of religious merchandise. The religious leaders were counting their profits. What busyness! Men of God had become hucksters of religious merchandise, running about promoting their goods.

Tables had been set up everywhere in God's house to promote and sell sheep, oxen, doves, candies, incense, and other merchandise for religious purposes.
Money changing hands made the loudest noise in the house—money that was being made on God and religion.

What terrible pain caused our Lord’s compassionate heart to boil with holy anger? His great suffering caused his meek spirit to rage with righteous indignation.

Can you picture that moment? With whip in hand, our Lord stormed into the temple and began flailing in all directions, overturning the tables piled high with merchandise. He scattered the promoters, the pitchmen, the hucksters.

"Out!" he thundered, "Out of my Father's house! You have desecrated this holy place, turning the house of prayer into a commercial market!"

It was one of the most painful experiences in all his ministry but he could not stand by and permit his Father's house to become a den for religious thieves.

Are we willing to fellowship with Christ in this aspect of his sufferings today? Do we share his hurt at seeing God's house once again being turned over to merchandisers? Will we be outraged by the horrible commercialism of the gospel? Will we feel his rage against spiritual hucksterism enough to withdraw from all such activities? Do we feel his hurt enough to renounce ministries that grind out merchandise just for the sake of making money?

Can we share his suffering at this point enough to stand against those who would turn God's house into a theater or entertainment center for promoters?
Can we grieve over all the profiteering on the name of Jesus? Can we get our eyes off the cash and back on the cross?