Looking Through the Peephole

I torture myself—do you? 
Every Easter season, I read deep things. The more profound the better. 
Thank you, Oswald, Clive, Ravi and Aiden Wilson for providing 
the study tools to help me along the way. 
Now it's almost Good Friday, and I sit with my Bible and some profound book ... 
and squint. 

I ask the Holy Spirit to multiply my understanding and 
plow wisdom deep into the soil of my heart. 
I add forehead kneading to the squinting and throw in some deep breathing. 
Sometimes I just get it over with and kneel.

I long to run into the throne room of His magnificence and openly gawk 
at the mysteries of grace displayed there.
But so often, it seems like I'm standing on a chair, which is balanced on a desk, 
straining to get one eye to the peephole of the firmly closed door. 

I invite you to join me and chase the deep things of God this weekend as the Church, 
worldwide, mourns and celebrates the death and resurrection of our Savior. 
Because sometimes—
He lifts us to the peephole and we see something world-rocking.
Something life-changing. 

 He did it for Moses


Glenda Mills said...

Beautiful Susan...Yes I find myself wanting to enter the deep places of the Lord too. And all the time He stands at the door of our hearts, waiting for us to open the door and invite Him in. I think that longing and aching for more of Him, comes from His very own heart, don't you? Such grace!!

He is risen! He is risen indeed!!

Happy Easter!


Susan Simpson said...

Glenda! So good to hear from you! Yes, I think this is true. And even after we have opened the door, and He has come in and supped with us, we still long for more of Him.

Celebrating resurrection with you,