Wednesday, January 15, 2020
Have you ever read something from God’s Sacred Word and have it so overwhelm you that you struggle to find words to express what is happening in your heart? That’s me right now. So all I can do is tell you about it and let the Holy Spirit do the same for you as He needs to.
I sat down at my desk and opened my Bible to Isaiah 57 to continue my study of this prophetic book. I got into my devotional vehicle (ask me about this if you don’t know what I mean) and I started my morning journey at verse 14 where I had parked yesterday.
And it will be said: “Build up, build up, prepare the road! Remove the obstacles out of the way of my people.” For this is what the high and lofty One says— he who lives forever, whose name is holy: “I live in a high and holy place, but also with him who is contrite and lowly in spirit, to revive the spirit of the lowly and to revive the heart of the contrite.
I slammed on the brakes. I put the car into reverse. I backed all the way up to verse seven.
You have made your bed on a high and lofty hill; there you went up to offer your sacrifices.
There it was. I thought I had seen it when I had traveled past that verse yesterday. But now a fresh look brought conviction to my heart. My pride is an obstacle to the work of the Lord in my life. I have been pursuing a high and lofty hill in opposition to the One who is High and Lofty.
I spent a few moments considering the ways I continue to offer sacrifices to the god of self-fulfillment.
I put the car back in drive and moved forward again to verse fifteen. I slammed on the brakes again.
“I live in a high and holy place…”
God lives in a high and holy place, not on a hill. Holy means set apart. I can’t reach Him. No matter how hard I try or how high I climb, I can’t get to His place. No matter how high I seek to make myself, I fall short of achieving the presence of God if I seek it in prideful effort.
Carefully I took my foot off the brake and proceeded.
“…but also with him who is contrite and lowly in spirit.”
From His high and lofty place the High and Holy One has come down to me! I could not get to Him by going up to a high and lofty place, but He would come to me if I would go down to a place of humility. The lower into the dust of contriteness I go the more accessible I become to the High and Holy One.
I think I will park here for a while and enjoy His presence.