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Cradle to Crown
I want to move from the cradle of our Savior to His crown, His glorious cross notwithstanding, rather creating the avenue between. For just now I am studying the Unveiling of our Lord Jesus Christ in the book of Revelation.
As I read through the word, pressing to its marvelous end once again, I am pausing at the first chapter. I pause; because we have so recently visited His cradle this Christmas in celebration and honor of the Incarnation; and now here I find our Glorious Terrible God, enthroned on High, with all majesty bowing at His knee; our Jesus. He is all Beautiful Fire, Holy and Awesome, and more than wonderful! No longer a babe, or a suffering servant He; ah, Judge of the earth! Reverently I lower my eyes, falling on my face before this vision. Fear! Ah Wonderful, Terrible God! No meek, or lowly One, no wordless sufferer here. No man of sorrows, grief stricken bearing the weight of the blame and the ugly shame of His creation. For IT IS FINISHED!
And now, Splendid and clothed in His Glory, full of power and all authority, the Most Honorable Judge of all His creation! He is shining with the brilliance of the sun, and both His head and His hair are white like wool, as white as snow. His place as Head is all pure; that wisdom from above anoints it so. He is all clothed in His perfection the beautiful robe of His righteousness. Yet rather than a crown He wears a golden band about His chest where this royal breast encloses the heart of God, all holy and good and thus adorned. His eyes like a flame of fire, oh burning, searing, gaze of God in Christ, Ruler over eternity! He wears brass on His legs, for He stands ready to pronounce His decision upon all mankind. Final, awful, pure and right are all His judgments, and swift! His voice, as many waters, a waterfall crushing all dissenting sound, all rivers, all pools now gathered; Spirit of God and every spirit even gathered there, converge upon the mighty shore of God’s Word, the infallible One!
In the right hand of the Almighty, works His marvelous will; there He holds the seven stars (the angels or messengers of the seven churches.) He walks among His churches, ever revealed in His Presence; for the veil of his torn flesh has opened the way and lighted each lamp, and we each, now stand containing Him. For He is the Light within the members of His body and “That Light†shining out to the world!
Now listen, for out of His mouth comes a two-edged sword. By the sword of His mouth He will judge, dividing still between soul and marrow, between the thoughts and intentions of each heart; at last dividing His wheat from those weeds grown up with it. And His countenance is like the sun shining in its strength. Oh bright beautiful face of my Jesus, shining in Your power, in Holy Judgment, in Glorious love! Yet now we may see His Glory, and we will drink it in forever! Frederick Faber was a saint whose soul panted after God so that the measure to which God revealed Himself to his seeking heart set his whole life ablaze in burning adoration! He wrote;
Only to sit and think on God
Oh what joy it is!
To think the thought, to breathe the
Name!
Earth has no higher bliss.
Father of Jesus, love’s reward!
What rapture it will be,
Prostrate before Thy throne to lie,
And gaze and gaze on thee!
Faber wrote of his love for the Person of Christ;
I love Thee so, I know not how
My transports to control;
Thy love is like a burning fire
Within my very soul.
And we will see Him in His Glory enthroned forevermore in our worshipful love! You watch, you wait, you’ll see. bonnie ') ...
I want to move from the cradle of our Savior to His crown, His glorious cross notwithstanding, rather creating the avenue between. For just now I am studying the Unveiling of our Lord Jesus Christ in the book of Revelation.
As I read through the word, pressing to its marvelous end once again, I am pausing at the first chapter. I pause; because we have so recently visited His cradle this Christmas in celebration and honor of the Incarnation; and now here I find our Glorious Terrible God, enthroned on High, with all majesty bowing at His knee; our Jesus. He is all Beautiful Fire, Holy and Awesome, and more than wonderful! No longer a babe, or a suffering servant He; ah, Judge of the earth! Reverently I lower my eyes, falling on my face before this vision. Fear! Ah Wonderful, Terrible God! No meek, or lowly One, no wordless sufferer here. No man of sorrows, grief stricken bearing the weight of the blame and the ugly shame of His creation. For IT IS FINISHED!
And now, Splendid and clothed in His Glory, full of power and all authority, the Most Honorable Judge of all His creation! He is shining with the brilliance of the sun, and both His head and His hair are white like wool, as white as snow. His place as Head is all pure; that wisdom from above anoints it so. He is all clothed in His perfection the beautiful robe of His righteousness. Yet rather than a crown He wears a golden band about His chest where this royal breast encloses the heart of God, all holy and good and thus adorned. His eyes like a flame of fire, oh burning, searing, gaze of God in Christ, Ruler over eternity! He wears brass on His legs, for He stands ready to pronounce His decision upon all mankind. Final, awful, pure and right are all His judgments, and swift! His voice, as many waters, a waterfall crushing all dissenting sound, all rivers, all pools now gathered; Spirit of God and every spirit even gathered there, converge upon the mighty shore of God’s Word, the infallible One!
In the right hand of the Almighty, works His marvelous will; there He holds the seven stars (the angels or messengers of the seven churches.) He walks among His churches, ever revealed in His Presence; for the veil of his torn flesh has opened the way and lighted each lamp, and we each, now stand containing Him. For He is the Light within the members of His body and “That Light†shining out to the world!
Now listen, for out of His mouth comes a two-edged sword. By the sword of His mouth He will judge, dividing still between soul and marrow, between the thoughts and intentions of each heart; at last dividing His wheat from those weeds grown up with it. And His countenance is like the sun shining in its strength. Oh bright beautiful face of my Jesus, shining in Your power, in Holy Judgment, in Glorious love! Yet now we may see His Glory, and we will drink it in forever! Frederick Faber was a saint whose soul panted after God so that the measure to which God revealed Himself to his seeking heart set his whole life ablaze in burning adoration! He wrote;
Only to sit and think on God
Oh what joy it is!
To think the thought, to breathe the
Name!
Earth has no higher bliss.
Father of Jesus, love’s reward!
What rapture it will be,
Prostrate before Thy throne to lie,
And gaze and gaze on thee!
Faber wrote of his love for the Person of Christ;
I love Thee so, I know not how
My transports to control;
Thy love is like a burning fire
Within my very soul.
And we will see Him in His Glory enthroned forevermore in our worshipful love! You watch, you wait, you’ll see. bonnie ') ...