this is just awesome,two days ago i was having a conversation with my friend on a similar topic and its just amazing how God can confirm a situation and speak out loud and clear.well,this has just added up my belief in the one whom i serve.praise be to his name.
Helping the Salvation Army to hear God
Having been raised in the Salvation Army and having had a Mom/ Dad, an Aunt and Great Aunt officers in this organization (or a segment of the Body of Christ) it delights my soul to be aware of God’s continuing pruning in this place that God has so mightedly used in and around the world. I am so grateful that I had this exposure at such a young age-a mother and father who often put on their “uniforms” (the shirt that God wears)to minister to those on the street, in the bars, and amongst the homeless. General Booth had such a profound vision of renting store front builtings in the less desirable places in town in order that those who would would feel less than comfortable in a formal church atmosphere would be welcomed and loved “just as they are”.
Having just spent several days with my 95 year old mother whose “tent” is slowing deteriorating, thank you for reminding me of my beginnings and the encouragement that God is still moving amongst those who I have a special place in my heart for.
Thank you, Seth, for walking in obedience and sharing your heart so openly. May God continue to give you and Karen
great wisdom and strength as you minister to this next generation.
Bunches of love,
Sounds like surrendering our identity to me! Perfect visualization. Thank you Lord!
Couldn’t get this out of my head. I have been chewing on this picture all day because I found it deeply disturbing. Not for the reasons you might think! I love the Sally Army and I fully agree that Jesus doesn’t mold himself to our image, we get molded into His.
It was the astonishingly intimate image of Jesus wearing me as a shirt. It’s the traditional “clothe yourselves in Christ” image of the NT in reverse. Us wearing the robe of His righteousness, yes, but not Him wearing me in my unholy rags. Couldn’t help thinking why on earth someone as stunningly beautiful and wonderful as Jesus would want to wear the scruffy, torn pieces that are me. Why He would want me that close. How anything that’s me could possibly be adequate to clothe Christ, even temporarily.
But then I guess that’s His deliberate choice. That’s His grace. That’s the overwhelming truth that actually He comes that close, dies my death and does dress in my rags. His goal isn’t to stay that way but to restore, just as the picture progresses to say. Exchanging the ashes for His beauty. Sometimes this whole gospel message just re-strikes me as so unlikely, so bizarre, and so utterly impossible. I could never have dreamed up a plan like that! You couldn’t ask that of God. And yet He does it.
Awesome God, eh? Still slight stunned of England, Carol xxx
that gave me goosebumps