I read an article by Samaritan’s Purse about a program in a slum in Kenya that gives women chicks and teaches them how to raise them. It provides them an income and a livelihood and HOPE. These women work from sun up to sun down, which chickens mind you, with JOY and an expectation of what these chickens represent for their future. They live in a slum – yet wake up filled with such hope.
The woman in the article’s picture looks joyful. She is holding her chicken like a baby and you can tell by her eyes that she has been given a hope greater and deeper – more than just a knowledge, but a blazing desire to make more of her life and her son’s life. She has moved into the Holy of Holies.
I am all to often content to stand at the outside – to sit in my “slum” filled with knowledge and intellectualizing my life and situation and circumstances. Planning and talking, talking, talking.
Staring at the Holy of Holies, yet never stepping in.
I don’t want to move into the Holy of Holies because it comes with a price. The veil is gone between us and God, Jesus took that when he died for us. As Tozer says: “…with nothing on God’s side to prevent us from entering, why do we tarry without?”
I don’t move in because there is a veil over my heart that must be removed. I have to stop ignoring it, patching it etc and let Him wrench it out of my hearts.
“It is a close-woven veil of the self-life which we have never truly acknowledged, of which we have been secretly ashamed and which for these reasons we have never brought to the judgement of the cross.” ~ A.W. Tozer
There is little about raising chickens that is easy or glamorous. As there is little about removing – crucifying self – that is easy. But in order to experience true freedom, it has to happen. In order to move out of my slum and into the glory of Christ I must give in.
Resurrection only comes after crucifixion.
But listen, He is calling us out:
My dove in the clefts of the rock,
in the hiding places on the mountainside,
show me your face,
let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
and your face is lovely.
~ Song of Solomon 2:14
You are lovely!
And you are loved!