It was a cold 37 degrees this morning on my way into work. The cab of my truck reserved the sharp, crisp cold air - it’s only disturbance was my breath erupting a slightly warm fog into its presence. The sun, rising on my left into a sea of blended golden colors, was peaking over the horizon and slicing through the shadows of various trees and buildings like a strobe light onto the road before me. I intentionally repositioned myself in my seat, seeking and inviting a blaze, a burst of His light to pierce my eyes. Oh, to catch a glimpse…. With the consistent glint in my eyes I could also feel His warm, brilliant light rubbing my exposed hands, my cheeks and neck.
My mind, convicted by Oceans over the radio, begins to imagine my brother Peter on a morning such as this, taking that first step. A step out of the hull of the boat, over the gunwale to join our oldest brother standing firm on the crown of vast waves. It’s all coming together now, my ears yearning to join my other senses quickly attune into His presence through the joyful sound softly spoken over the broadcast, carving its way through the dense coldness of the truck’s cabin;
“Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders. Let me walk upon the waters wherever You would call me. Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander and my faith will be made stronger in the presence of my Savior. I will call upon Your Name. Keep my eyes above the waves. My soul will rest in Your embrace…I am Yours and You are mine.”
Awe, there! There He is! Not around me. Not outside the vehicle, not sitting in the seat next to me but there…right there! He is inside my very self. He lives! Jesus lives in me! And He lives in you. Make no mistake about it! Jesus has risen, He has risen in me AND He has risen in you!
One day, standing next to my brother Peter I will ask, “What was it like to stand with Jesus on the water?” Whatever his answer will be, Peter may just follow it with his own question; “What was it like to have Jesus living inside you?”