Isn’t it interesting how in Christ, some figures of speech don’t seem to always have the same meaning as they do in the natural. For example; When you hear someone testify; “I was lost, but now I am found”. I always wondered why we use the word (lost) as an example of being apart from God?
Or when one say’s; “I am shouting from the mountain tops”, yet they are not (really) on top of a mountain… What is meant to understand is that in our spirits we were lost and then found and we shout from the mountain tops from the inside out.. ever wonder why people smile so much in church. Yeah some could be wearing a mask but most are on the mountain top when the Spirit of God is flowing through the atmosphere.
I remember shortly after I was found; I asked one of my spiritual mothers how come she wasn’t shouting the greatness of God from the mountain tops, and she laughed at me. (Haha)
Her response to me was something like, “one day you will understand”. It wasn’t until later that I realized our mountain top shouts are not literal, they are shown from the way we live, walk and talk. It’s the spirit of Jesus in us that people who are “lost” see in us but they don’t know what it is and why they are drawn to it.
Another way to think of “lost” is “disoriented”, not having a clear sense of direction or feeling confused.
You see; this morning as I was attempting to bake my first loaf of banana bread, sliding around the kitchen sipping on coffee and wearing my warm fuzzy slippers; I began to listen intently as I was listening to some people on YouTube give their testimony of God in their lives..
I began to sense the smell of the ingredients I was using smell sweeter and the pound of my heart against my chest grow stronger, realizing my smile was as big as the sunshine, a flood of tears then followed, with such a joy I just began to praise HIM.
I began to reminisce on the days before God intervened in my life. I remember being lost, it’s as if the ground beneath my two feet were on uneven somewhat nauseating ground along came with it a relentless anxiety and fear. I was running from myself and blaming everyone for it. I was disoriented. I, always trying to rewrite my story, would pursue another hobby or thing and once it was in my grasp, I would realize this wasn’t it.
And once I encountered the Lord during the lowest point of my life, I KNEW this was it! He was it! People around me would say that this (He) was just another thing that I was going to use to fill a void and then it would all be the same again in a few weeks or months, but I knew better.. He was it ! I found the one whom my soul loved. He set my two restless feet on a firm foundation and for the first time in my life I felt steady and as long as I kept my eyes on Him and relied on Him for direction through His Word, I wasn’t confused. Moments like this morning always take me back to the moment He found my shattered heart lifted my head and helped me up.
THIS is my shouting from the mountain top moment… It’s deep, silent and sweet.
On Sunday, my pastor talked about Acts 16:22-26 when Paul and Silas are beaten and thrown into jail for nothing. Yet it says in verse 25 at midnight; they were praying and singing praises to God and the other jailers and guards were listening…..
I was reminded in that moment as my pastor spoke from His heart that I can’t survive this walk without the song that surpasses all understanding in my heart and mostly that even when I feel oh so alone in this praise song; THEY ARE LISTENING…..
I Love God because He listened to me, listened as I begged for mercy. He listened so intently as I laid out my case before Him. Death stared me in the face, hell was hard on my heels. Up against it, I didn’t know which way to turn; then I called out to God for help! I cried out..
“Save my life”
God is gracious — it is He who makes things right, our most compassionate God. God takes the side of the helpless; when I was at the end of my rope, He saved me.