We want to see His face. We want to know the expression playing around his mouth, the look in his eyes. We want to know if He is tired with us, or if He is grieved for us. When a child looks into their parent’s face, that is the world to them. In that sphere is the entire universe. The frown on their parent’s face is torment, and the love in their parent’s eyes is bliss.
Nothing can really be achieved on our own. We all need to be in company to achieve. (slightly ironical that this is a virtual post). But we remember things that we do with others. Sometimes what we do has become religion. We don’t remember that.
But every time we meet with someone else, and our hearts are intentional towards that meeting, towards His face, towards the face of the person we are seeing, then we are making history.
We don’t know how many little meetings it will take to bring His kingdom, and to hasten the arrival of that Day when all creation will see His face. His beautiful face. That glorious, radiant, shimmering, incandescent face. The invisible Spirit, made visible as Creator, Saviour, Judge and Bridegroom for all; as many as will submit, as many as will love, all who will kneel.
A parent does not force his child to kneel. For a child to kneel in front of his father takes extraordinary, exceptional maturity and humility. It takes a deep maturing of respect for the person who has given them permission to exist.
When we meet face to face with others, we are there to be Christ. We are there to kneel, to wash feet. We are there to love. We are there to open our arms wide and be unconditional with people who may never be unconditional to us.
We are not there to defend ourselves, to vindicate, to judge. We are not there to condemn, to refuse, to dampen, to quench or to manipulate. As the wind of the Spirit blows, so we rise and sway with His movement.
Don’t let me waste a single ‘meeting’, Daddy.