Friday, June 6, 2008

Sermon 4/08 Visions Become Reality: From My Utmost For Highest

The parched ground shall become a pool . . . —Isaiah 35:7

We always have a vision of something before it actually becomes real to us. When we realize that the vision is real, but is not yet real in us, Satan comes to us with his temptations, and we are inclined to say that there is no point in even trying to continue. Instead of the vision becoming real to us, we have entered into a valley of humiliation.

God gives us a vision, and then He takes us down to the valley to batter us into the shape of that vision. It is in the valley that so many of us give up and faint. Every God-given vision will become real if we will only have patience. Just think of the enormous amount of free time God has! He is never in a hurry. Yet we are always in such a frantic hurry. While still in the light of the glory of the vision, we go right out to do things, but the vision is not yet real in us. God has to take us into the valley and put us through fires and floods to batter us into shape, until we get to the point where He can trust us with the reality of the vision. Ever since God gave us the vision, He has been at work. He is getting us into the shape of the goal He has for us, and yet over and over again we try to escape from the Sculptor’s hand in an effort to batter ourselves into the shape of our own goal.

The vision that God gives is not some unattainable castle in the sky, but a vision of what God wants you to be down here. Allow the Potter to put you on His wheel and whirl you around as He desires. Then as surely as God is God, and you are you, you will turn out as an exact likeness of the vision. But don’t lose heart in the process. If you have ever had a vision from God, you may try as you will to be satisfied on a lower level, but God will never allow it.

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1 comment:

NeeMoh said...

Reminds me about a song I penda to sing during Worship

Bwana Mungu, nakuomba sasa
Unifanye kama wewe upendavyo
Nifinyange, unifanye kama wewe Upendavyo

Like clay in the hand of a potter is what he wants me to be. In the hands of a Potter, a vessel takes shape from the master, hakuna vile I'll tell Sir G ati make me like this ama like this. He knows his work.

All I am expected to do is acha to be stubborn and allow him do what he does best.

I give my life to the Potter's Hand for him to mould me the way he sees fit.

Baraka.