Accusatory spirit

I was reading Mark 2:23-3:6 last week and something about it just stuck out to me. I have been mulling it over in my mind. I still think there is something more God wants to show me, but right now what I’m getting is verse 3:2, “Some of them were looking for a reason to accuse Jesus, so they watched him closely to see if he would heal him on the Sabbath.”

This got me thinking of Rev. 12:10 “…Now have come the salvation and the power and the kingdom of our God, and the authority of his Christ. For the accuser of our brothers, who accuses them before our God day and night, has been hurled down.”

This got me thinking, when I’m accusing someone, I am allowing Satan to use me. That is something I know, but don’t always follow. I think God wanted me to go deeper than that and I started thinking about what I look for in people? Do I look for the good or the bad. We are always checking people out, sizing them up and making judgements – consciously or subconsciously. I would like to say I always look for the good, but I can’t.

I can blame it on my upbringing or any number of things, but since I’m a new creation, there is no longer any excuse for siding with Satan. Mercy should be my gut reaction. Gentleness should be my guide and Love should be my cloak.

How do I change my gut reaction? I would love to read I Cor. 13 everyday, but then it would turn meaningless, so I have to alternate with other scriptures and just spend time in God’s presence, relying on Holy Spirit to change me. Fortunately for me, my judge chooses to see only the good (Jesus) in me. He sees what I will become, not what I am.

May I always look at people as they are in Christ or what they could become if they knew Jesus and let me exemplify what that would look like.

All Bible versus were NIV, 1984.


The Bride

I attended a wedding last Spring. It was a beautiful mountain wedding. I remember sitting in the audience. The bride was going to come down this narrow dirt path off to the side. I had the good fortune to be on the side where she was going to come in. There were some bushes and small trees in the way before the path opened up and people would be able to see her. I was watching, earnestly waiting for her, and then I saw a flash of white coming through the bushes and my breath caught. The bride was coming! I was so excited. She became clearer as she continued down this unassuming path. It was so beautiful.

Just tonight I was spending time with God, feeling a little guilty for having to force myself to listen to worship music and spend some quiet time with him. It’s not that I don’t want to do it — it’s all the other things that seem to stand up and make themselves seem more important. I was listening to the music and the memory of the bride and my excitement came flashing back. I heard/felt Jesus say, “This is how I feel every time a miracle happens and my people spend time with me.” He said, “The heavens rejoice and I walk around the ‘room’ going, that’s my boy! That’s my girl! It is a miracle every time that happens and I love it!”

I just felt his mercy and grace wash over me. He loves his bride. His breath catches every time we reach out to spend time with him. Not that asking of him is wrong, but to just want to hang with God and get to know him, takes his breath away.

Just like when you catch that first glimpse of the bride.