Give Me a Revelation

Give me a revelation

Show me what to do

Cause I can't seem to find my way

I haven't got a clue

Tell me should I stay here

Or do I need to move

Give me a revelation

I've got nothing with You

(Third Day)

There are times in a Believer's life when you have to take a step back and examine your life without rose colored glasses on. Taking a real hard look at your spiritual life, at your true life commitment to Christ, at your dedication to the Cause of His Kingdom. You have to push aside all the fluffy "feel good" things that you try to distract yourself with and get to the nitty gritty. The down deep, serious, adoration of your heart.

Where is it?  What do you see when you part the curtain and see the real "man" behind it?

I'm not liking what I see at all. I'm realizing as I stand there with the parted curtains in my hand that I am looking at an empty room. Dust covering the floor as small particles waft around me in the dim light. There are shelves of books, from floor to ceiling, looking very scholarly but completely covered in a filthy grime. There are two chairs and a floor lamp between. In another light it would be so inviting for two people. Two people who want to sit and chat, to talk deeply about life, love and faith.

My room behind the curtain is a museum to my faith. A show piece for myself and everyone else around me. It looks nice but really isn't serving a function. It's a jelly filled donut with no jelly!

Scanning the two comfortable chairs I notice that one looks like it just came off the show room floor. No scratches in the wood, no dents in the seat. There isn't a well worn feel to it. It hasn't been used alot but the other chair, now that is a different story. The second chair is worn in a comfortable inviting way. There are indentations in the seat as if someone sits there everyday and has made their mark on the leather. There is no dust covering this chair. It is being used.

In my heart I realize that the well worn, comfy inviting chair is my Master's chair. This is where Jesus resides and waits for me to come visit Him. Day after day. Month after month. Oh, how long has He waited in the darkness of that room for me? How many times have I passed by and not even glanced inside? More times than I can admit without crying.

In the house that is my life, the one place, the one room that should have no dust and should be warm and inviting - I have made it cold and desolate. There is no fire in the fireplace, not warm cups of coffee on the table, no laughter between a King and His Daughter. No tender mercies or words shared. No love and adoration given to the Maker of the Universe. No exploration of His Word to glean out wisdom and comfort. I have left this room in ruin. Covered in the dust of my sin and waywardness. I have left my Jesus covered in that same dust.

So my sweet Lord, I ask humbly and with all seriousness in my soul

Give me a revelation.

Show me what to do.

I keep trying to find my way - I haven't got a clue.

I'm pulling the curtains back now. Going to let the sun shine gloriously into this room and He built for me. I'm going to clean up the dust. More importanly, I am going to sit right down and wait for Him to arrive . . . oh wait, He was here the whole time!