Beneath the Indigo sky

Such moments are beyond description. While they are not dependant upon any particular set of perimeters in the ambience, I usually find them around the midnight hour while everyone else is vacationing in the land of Nod. I step outside this dwelling space which was fashioned according to the designs of another and venture into the silent night. The air is void of mechanical enhancement and pure; reflecting that which the Creator had ordained for the moment at hand. Overhead is a canopy that almost takes ones breath away. Untold millions of stars inhabiting the firmament; announcing to all with eyes to see that "God is." He fills the heavens and has positioned each one according to his perfect design.

Suddenly, all of the days campaigning to maintain an address in the land of the living becomes as nothing. The itineraries, the quest after wood hay and stubble, the choreography which the conformists to this world expect of us, seem like petty exercises that distract one from the issues of life. I raise my hands into the night sky; the hunger to be closer to our God is so intense that it's almost painful. The distain for those weights and sins that cause separation from the inhabitor of eternity becomes more pronounced. All that matters now, is to be close to Jesus. To let go of every shread of lusting and just abide in the presence of the Almighty. All other allegiances have been released as the undescribable peace of God permeates every part of my being.

Indescribable bliss. I could just stay here forever; abiding in the presence of the Lord Jesus, engulfed by a state of absolute contentment. Of course this would be very selfish. The citizens of this temporal world are in desperate need of the words of life which have been entrusted to everyone who is born of the Spirit. These times of refreshing in the presence of the Lord prepare us for the contests that lie ahead, while reminding us that our journey through the wilderness of sin is ever so brief. The trials and tribulations, the seasons of scarcity, the lonliness incurred by all who have determined to give their all, "worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory."

If tomorrow finds us here, there will be work to do. As we venture out across this alien terrain, we're certain to encounter priceless souls who know not the Lord. We're certain to come upon those who stand in want for basic necessities. We'll encounter eternal ones that have been severely damaged by hirelings who cared not for the sheep. The landscape is overflowing with broken hearts, broken lives and those who are at their wits end. Just as we once were before the hour that we first believed upon Jesus. But tonight, beneath this indigo sky, I stand before the Lord and sing with the tongues of men and angels. I stand as one who once was lost, but is now washed in the precious blood of the Lamb. Here in this secret garden, I loudly proclaim the sheer awesomeness that is the Holy One of Israel. "My God, How Great thou Art."

Blessings always in Jesus name.