5/20/08
Sunday during worship as the Spirit moved gently in my heart and spirit I had glimpses of our lives as a stringed instrument. All the components were there for lovely music to be played but there was a problem with the string’s tension. Some of the strings were too loose, others much too tightly strung. I felt as if Ruach was saying that He is the master musician but that we were responsible for the maintenance of our instruments/lives. Some have lived their lives too loosely, not walking in the light which they have had the privilege to have shed upon their hearts and thus the strings when plucked could not vibrate rightly to produce the ‘heavenly’ music. Others and I felt at the time that this was the majority of us, had our strings strung so tightly that to play them was to risk a breaking of the string. It’s like we’ve walked our lives out of our own strength of understanding, out of strict adherence to what we have thought was the ‘right’ way. Bottom line I suppose it’s that we’ve tried too hard in the flesh realm to be righteous and it’s not that we’ve had great sin in our lives but we’ve made serving Him a struggle which we strive to deal with it rather than casting our cares upon Him; trusting in Him as our strength, knowing that His joy brings us the ability to play the song and to enjoy it at the same time.
This reminded me that recently walking between Panera’s (our eatery of choice) and Barnes and Noble (my mental eatery) in the C’ville location, I noticed in one of the jewelry shops (I think) two violins. They were stringless. Someone had used them as an art display. Maybe they were for sale, maybe they were just decoration but the point is they were unplayable though decoratively nice to look at. I however immediately was grieved in my spirit (I know a strong reaction to painted violins) because suddenly I felt like they had been desecrated. They were created to perform a certain function and instead someone had simply used them for a very different function. They were to be audible grace and glory to the ears, when maintained and played correctly. Instead someone had tried to make them visually appealing, space fillers; to me they are gaudy and tragic at the same time, fulfilling a function but not the function they were crafted for.
Abba, I repent for filling up the spaces in my life with pretty trinkets, for sometimes being a pretty trinket, a Christian token. Please forgive me for allowing the tensions of this present time to make me unfruitful and as I surrender myself to Ruach’s adjustments may grace and beauty flow from my lips, may the love song in my heart resonate throughout my entire being that You might take joy in the song of grace received and lived to the fullest.
k
Sunday during worship as the Spirit moved gently in my heart and spirit I had glimpses of our lives as a stringed instrument. All the components were there for lovely music to be played but there was a problem with the string’s tension. Some of the strings were too loose, others much too tightly strung. I felt as if Ruach was saying that He is the master musician but that we were responsible for the maintenance of our instruments/lives. Some have lived their lives too loosely, not walking in the light which they have had the privilege to have shed upon their hearts and thus the strings when plucked could not vibrate rightly to produce the ‘heavenly’ music. Others and I felt at the time that this was the majority of us, had our strings strung so tightly that to play them was to risk a breaking of the string. It’s like we’ve walked our lives out of our own strength of understanding, out of strict adherence to what we have thought was the ‘right’ way. Bottom line I suppose it’s that we’ve tried too hard in the flesh realm to be righteous and it’s not that we’ve had great sin in our lives but we’ve made serving Him a struggle which we strive to deal with it rather than casting our cares upon Him; trusting in Him as our strength, knowing that His joy brings us the ability to play the song and to enjoy it at the same time.
This reminded me that recently walking between Panera’s (our eatery of choice) and Barnes and Noble (my mental eatery) in the C’ville location, I noticed in one of the jewelry shops (I think) two violins. They were stringless. Someone had used them as an art display. Maybe they were for sale, maybe they were just decoration but the point is they were unplayable though decoratively nice to look at. I however immediately was grieved in my spirit (I know a strong reaction to painted violins) because suddenly I felt like they had been desecrated. They were created to perform a certain function and instead someone had simply used them for a very different function. They were to be audible grace and glory to the ears, when maintained and played correctly. Instead someone had tried to make them visually appealing, space fillers; to me they are gaudy and tragic at the same time, fulfilling a function but not the function they were crafted for.
Abba, I repent for filling up the spaces in my life with pretty trinkets, for sometimes being a pretty trinket, a Christian token. Please forgive me for allowing the tensions of this present time to make me unfruitful and as I surrender myself to Ruach’s adjustments may grace and beauty flow from my lips, may the love song in my heart resonate throughout my entire being that You might take joy in the song of grace received and lived to the fullest.
k
