2 Samuel 23:3-4 NIV “The God of Israel spoke, the Rock of Israel said to me: ‘When one rules over men in righteousness, when he rules in the fear of God, he is like the light of morning at sunrise on a cloudless morning, like the brightness after rain that brings the grass from the earth.’”
The news these days highlights governments more than usual. There are predatory governments, paralyzed governments and everything in between.
Rarely do we read about exceptional governments that routinely enhance the well being of their nation.
Lamentably the same is true for religious government. From the house church to the bishopric, forms of church government vary widely. Few are celebrated for their effectiveness.
One man rules over another in business also, often poorly.
As a result of your light prayers this year, my tent pegs are being moved and my sphere of influence is increasing dramatically. Any increase in opportunities swiftly tests the resources within me. Are they sufficient for the task before me so I can rule effectively in righteousness?
Last week I faced a demon in someone that was fairly savage to them on its way out. Power to expel a demon is one thing. I had it. Power to rebuild the life afterwards . . . ? That was a stretch. For Jesus, it was easy. He just reached down, lifted the shattered person to their feet and restored them to wholeness.
I was stretched to bring restorative power to the game that was equal to the evicting power.
We did a weekend workshop for people who were stuck. It was messy. I was reminded of Joseph and Mary and Jesus. Nazareth. Shame and pain. Census. Bethlehem. Stable. Birth. Hasty exit to Egypt. Survivor guilt when hundreds died because He escaped.
Messy. Really M-E-S-S-Y.
Oh, and Gabriel appearing in person, and Elizabeth prophesying, and shepherds blown away by angels, and Magi coming to a poor man’s house with rich man’s gifts.
God inhabits messy.
And He did last weekend too.
Those who came to the workshop had certainly been rained on. They fit the bill for the latter half of the verse.
They were quite messy. That is actually why they came – their messes were beyond the palliative care afforded them by denial. One hundred messy people in the same room.
The “LAX syndrome” was also present on steroids. Grrr . . .
And time was a mess. Badly. No matter what we did, there was a disconnect from God’s time that was so severe it even affected our team offsite.
We got whipped.
So did the devil.
Lots of people got a hug from God. Some even got a road map out of their messy swamp because there was light in the midst of their personal rainstorm.
God still inhabits messes.
And expects me to preside over messes with skill – to “rule over men in righteousness . . . ”
This week is preparation for the two weeks in Europe with four aggressive seminars on the public calendar and a whole lot of other stuff on the side.
Hanna and Serina have worked with intensity to be sure every single thing there is impeccably orderly. Neither the Swiss nor the Austrians are known for messes after all. They are passionately committed to my being the light of sunrise on a clear day.
Ah, but people are coming from those two nations, plus Germany, the UK, the US, Australia, the Netherlands, Malaysia, and probably more. And where there are people, order is at risk.
So pray expansively and intensely that the way I prepare my spirit and soul this week will result in a rule of righteousness in the following two weeks.
Then start all over again and pray that blessing for all the rest of my life. Let my rule always be life giving light, whether I am ruling over a clear, orderly process or a mess that is being rained on.
Let my rule bring light because God has increased my righteous wisdom beyond my current borders.
Copyright September 2014 by Arthur Burk
From the Hub, once again.