Clanging Cymbals

I was flipping through one of my journals today and noticed a page that I had written on August 26, 2009 and thought that I would share it.  I must have been sitting outside my home in Colorado writing about the songs that I was in the process of crafting when I wrote the following entry.

There is a bird loudly calling nearby, its grating cry makes me cringe, I wish it would stop.  Over and over it persists in sounding its alarm, where is the snooze button on this creature?

(Enter revelation from the Lord in the midst of my irritation…don’t ya love His timing?!) This is what we sound like trying to prophesy without love.  Grating and harsh, like a clanging cymbal or an alarm clock whose obnoxiously loud sound we want to turn off as quickly as possible.  Rather than awakening it provokes the hearer to desire sleep even more.  We must have love!  No one wants to hear an old bird cry.  We must have love!  If we want to awaken His Bride we must have love.  Kiss us to life with Your love!

People will know when we are ministering to them out of love or a preconceived idea of their value and worth based on what we see/feel/know/discern about them.  I want to truly love and be able to minister out of a place of pure hearted love.  It says that the pure in heart will see God, and that to truly love God we must love each other.  What if part of that promise is the ability to see God in one another and to celebrate the unique elements of Himself that He has placed in each one of us?

The music of true love awakens the heart and stirs the receiver to action, it allows for openness of hearing and vision, and it is not often snoozed.

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