Consecration, Eschatology, Eternity, Fear of God, Forerunner Message, The Church, Truth

Love Wins

In the midst of the darkest and most confused hour in human history, may the Lord find a remnant faithful unto Him. As His eyes search to and fro throughout the earth, may He find an entire generation given over to Him, no matter the cost. May He find consecrated ones standing for Jesus, standing for truth, standing for love. Real love – the kind that goes hand in hand with truth, righteousness and saving grace – not the kind that celebrates perversion, compromise, and political correctness.

When the whole world rises up to shake their fists at You, let the wise be found on Your side. When the nations rage against You, let the humble be found hidden under the shelter of Your wings. When the masses gather to hate Your ways and curse Your name, let the faithful be found loving and exalting Your name.

Strengthen Your saints Lord! Keep us standing to the end. When You return, You will find faith on this earth.

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Consecration, Fear of God

Let Me Be Found On Your Side

When the nations of the earth rage, when the kings and princes rise up to shake their fists against You, when they hate Your ways, let me be found on Your side. It is a terrible thing to fall into the wrath of the living God, but blessed are those who put their trust in You. When the whole world is raging against You, blessed are those covered and hidden in You. I say that I choose You.

Why do the nations rage, And the people plot a vain thing? The kings of the earth set themselves, And the rulers take counsel together, Against the LORD and against His Anointed, saying, “Let us break Their bonds in pieces And cast away Their cords from us.” He who sits in the heavens shall laugh; The Lord shall hold them in derision. Then He shall speak to them in His wrath, And distress them in His deep displeasure: “Yet I have set My King On My holy hill of Zion.” “I will declare the decree: The LORD has said to Me, ‘You are My Son, Today I have begotten You. Ask of Me, and I will give You The nations for Your inheritance, And the ends of the earth for Your possession. You shall break them with a rod of iron; You shall dash them to pieces like a potter’s vessel.’ ” Now therefore, be wise, O kings; Be instructed, you judges of the earth. Serve the LORD with fear, And rejoice with trembling. Kiss the Son, lest He be angry, And you perish in the way, When His wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all those who put their trust in Him. (‭Psalms‬ ‭2‬:‭1-12‬ NKJV)

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Musings, Process, Wilderness

Faith and Patience

…imitate those who through faith and patience inherit the promises.
And so, after he had patiently endured, he obtained the promise. (Hebrews 6:12,15 NKJV)

Faith and patience – it takes both to inherit the promises of God.

Sometimes I wonder why He promises us something so far ahead of time, and then deffers the fulfillment of it. Wouldn’t it be easier on our hearts not to tell us at all, until it is time? Because if we know, we want. And if we want, we ache.

“Did You really say that Lord? Did I hear wrong? What would You have me do?”

We swing back and forth between the heights of faith and the depths of doubt. Up and down we go – one minute hoping, the next, giving up, and then the next, daring to believe again. Tiring isn’t it?

Still.. He isn’t fazed. He walks us through this slow fire of process because it is here that the gold is formed. It is here that He builds in us a steadiness and maturity strong enough to carry the promise when it finally comes to pass.

Faith and patience. Because trust doesn’t have a deadline. Don’t lose heart, you’ll get there. And you’ll be so ready when you do.

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Fear of God, Intimacy

Safeguard

The friendship of the Lord is for those who fear him, and he makes known to them his covenant. (‭Psalm‬ ‭25‬:‭14‬ ESV)

Intimacy with God must always be safeguarded by the fear of the Lord. After all He is God and we are but dust. Yet, He invites us into a divine romance. What a beautiful mystery!

But because the nature of His love is so good, so extravagant, so lavish .. there is a risk of fallen man abusing it. Familiarity breeds contempt, and we can become so familiar with God that we start to treat Him like one of our own. But He will not be treated with such disregard. 

The fear of the Lord acknowledges that He is higher. He calls us near to Himself, but we must never tread His Presence lightly. To the one who understands this, He will entrust the deep and secret things of His heart. He loves all, yes, but know that the special friendship of God is resevered only for those who revere Him in His holiness. Anything other than that is false intimacy – a vain imagination of our own making. 

We want to know His heart, not love Him from afar. But first, we must fear Him. Yes, He calls us near, but we must come with honor and trembling.

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Consecration, Destiny, Musings, Pain, Process, Trials, Wilderness

The Wayward Dancer

Here. Here am I in my entirety, the fullness of my contradiction in my body entirely, the beauty of affliction in my members for what seems like an eternity. What about me and my affliction causes me to call it beauty? I am an enigma to the worlds society; condemned by one, redeemed by another. Through the hail and the storm my body pushes on, not of its own accord but because of what my hope is leant on. I am not my own yet here am I, The Wayward Dancer. Here am I with this sinful cancer, it breathes, it bleeds, it spreads, but only when my eyes are on its master. To turn from my afflicted norm, to deny myself and push through the storm… is what some call suicide, to coincide with the reasoning of flesh and desires of a dead man gone.

But this I will decide. Each and every day of my last and never longing breath, to pick up my past and cast it aside for it is trash – it is the dead man. What I have done and where I have gone does not effect the transgression that is my beautiful affliction. And now to give answer to my self proclaimed title and to my Hope that does not tarry nor wander as my soul might search the sea and it’s ever desiring depths.

I am a man living not of my own accord. A will I have, but have laid it down, this I did today, just this past Morn. Yet again I shall choose, and yet again shall I deny my flesh so that I do not succumb to the numb that eats away. I shall put off self and be clothed in light. I shall walk the treacherous path and with feet soaked in blood I will walk. My road is not an easy one and though I look like one with a debt to death and suicide, I am not and I have none. No debt except to the One who lived and died and rose again.

I am not my own save the day I choose to be. I have surrendered all but my name to Thee who died for me. “He Giveth and He Taketh away.” Or so some say. Yet, are not all His to give and to take as He pleases? A sense of entitlement is quickly squashed as one wanders further down this track of enquirement.

As I meander, as I stride, as I climb, as I suffer, as I run, as I walk, as I scream and yell and tear my way through this dream that breathes in glory inspired by love, I find myself in a place of anxiousness and peace.

Peace because I know this universal expanse is not at my disposal to command or dictate, so my fate is safe not with me but my Lover. And anxious because I am finite and know not always whether I should have turned to the left when I turned to the right or if I should have turned to the right when I turned to the left.

My heart aches but it is being restored. I am new, I am whole. I am noone’s but only one does truly know me.

He knows. He sees. He loves.

On these things I stake my life and my plea.

Oh Father would You meet with me..

Daniel Moreira

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Bridal Paradigm, Love, The Church

Loving the Church

“O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, In the secret places of the cliff, Let me see your face, Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, And your face is lovely.” (‭Song of Solomon‬ ‭2‬:‭14‬ NKJV)

My heart fills with delight when I see people, young and old, sing to Him and encounter Him. I love to see the divine exchange take place between God and man. I love the context of the local church, because it creates a space for people from all walks of life to come and encounter His heart. It seems weak to the natural eye, but the Church has always been His chosen vessel. She may be flawed, but He loves to reveal Himself as glorious through the weak things.

Jesus loves His Church, and I do too.

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