T R A I N

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T R A I N

As Father’s Day approaches I have been reminded in the last few weeks of Fathers and their roles in our lives. I grew up with a father who was absent. The details of my parent’s divorce is their story. I was very young. I know that my father did choose to parent his second family much more like the man he could have been like with his first family, as I wrote in his eulogy some years ago. I am glad he could get it right in the end. I am well aware that the date of his funeral is not remembered. His choice to not be involved in my life has also meant that the memory of his passing was a time of closure rather than the overwhelming grief of loosing a loved family member or friend. I am thankful for my Father for how God continues to use this man in part of my story that makes me who I am today.

God is good all the time.

Following on from last week’s post “SCALES” and my trip to Warracknabeal and the visiting preacher who I have finally discovered was Ps Peter Wallis from Revival Life Centre who was visiting the Wheatland district church (AOG). Thank you Ps Wallis for the healing! Thank you Google for answers.

In Ps Wallis’ message on worship he spoke about Isaiah’s commission. In Isaiah 6: 1- 8 we read:
“In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord, high and exalted, seated on a throne; and the train of his robe filled the temple. Above him were seraphim, each with six wings: With two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they were flying. And they were calling to one another:

“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty;
the whole earth is full of his glory.”

At the sound of their voices the doorposts and thresholds shook and the temple was filled with smoke.

“Woe to me!” I cried. “I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the Lord Almighty.”

Then one of the seraphim flew to me with a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with tongs from the altar. With it he touched my mouth and said, “See, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away and your sin atoned for.”

Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?”

And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”(NIV)

A number of things stood out from his message.

1. The seraphim that were heavenly creatures used tongs to carry the live coal to Isaiah to touch his lips and take away his guilt and atone his sins. The seraphim could not touch the coal without burning up. But the coal could touch Isaiah’s lips.

2. Isaiah “heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?” And he responded, “Here am I”, send me!” This reminds me of a song that challenges me, “here I am Lord”, where Isaiah says “Her I am, send me”, the song says “Here I am, is it I?” I sing it as “Here I am, it is I Lord”. I am encouraged that Isaiah answers the call and says “send me”. He is forgiven his guilt and his sins and he is ready to do what God calls him to do. I desire to desire this too.

3. Isaiah’s vision of heaven is where this artwork is inspired from. In Verse 1 we read, “I saw the Lord, high and exalted, seated on a throne; and the train of his robe filled the temple.” In the days of bloody battles when Kings fought Kings, it would be a battle not just to the death for some, but it would literally be annihilation. Not one soul on the loosing team would be left alive. Not one! Gruesome huh! The winning King would often take a token as a reminder of their victory. I watch a lot of movies, some action, and I can’t imagine what you could possibly collect, but I am pretty sure that the crazy man played by Dolph Lundgren in Universal Soldier collected ears, eww. Some things can’t be unseen when you are a visual person, but they can come back to be useful examples. Can you imagine what that would smell like in a few weeks’ time? I digress. In King Uzziah’s time they would cut a piece of fabric from the conquered Kings robe and sew it onto the bottom of their own robe. The more battles won, the longer the train would be. The longer the train the more powerful the King.

In this artwork “TRAIN”, it depicts The Lord Almighty, sitting on his throne with the train of his robe filling the temple. Seriously that temple must be HUGE! Each part of the train of his robe is a piece from all the battles He has fought and won in each of our lives. Not just us alive today, but everyone throughout history, the present and the tomorrows yet to be lived. The artwork lists only some of the battles that God has conquered over my life whilst other pieces are other peoples victories, but I can assure you the list is longer than any one of us can imagine. Many battles have been won and each one adding to the length of God’s robes train. In each of our own stories there have been numerous battles already won, those who walk beside us would know some of them. But there are others we wouldn’t want anyone to know about. Some too difficult, too embarrassing, too shameful, too heartbreaking to speak about, and that would be another piece of the train when that battle is won too.

This Father’s Day, I want my focus to be on my God, my Heavenly Father, who has always been there in the battle for me and with me. I want to thank him for always being in my corner when I didn’t understand him or what was happening as much as I do now and for his patience as I continue to learn more about him, his heart for me and his heart for others. There is still so much to learn! When things have seemed too hard, he’s always been there faithfully guiding me and then redirecting me and then patiently waiting as I finally get it. He has never left me, he has never abandoned me and has always kept his promises and above all else he has and will always, always love me. Even when I stuff up.

Thank you God for always being my No.1 3in1, especially when I am an obstinate child and loving me enough to continue to transform me.

Thank you! I love you!