From Creator to Created

The day had finally arrived. A day that they had been planning for thousands of years. The rescue plan set in action more then 4000 years prior. His mind wanders back to that moment his Father asked him the question. Asked him to be the rescuer of humanity. From that day forward every thought, every action and plan was centered around that one beautiful, yet heart breaking day.
He watched on the sidelines as the angel appeared to the woman child. He knew all along that her beautiful humble heart would accept the proposal, but seeing it in action, seeing the surprise on her face and the willing obedience in her heart made his GOD-heart burst with love.
Moments later he was that dividing cell. 1 cell, 2 cells, 4 cells, 8 cells and on and on. 22 days later the heart begins to beat. Oh what a miracle, and he is re-amazed at how perfect the design is. He and his Father are pretty good at designing things.
It has now been 3 weeks and he is now looking more and more like a child. But yet he is so small the woman child would never know he existed except for the angels words.
Oh he can sense the anxiety in her heart as the sickness of pregnancy begins to show its self. He hears the questions in her heart as she wonders how this news will be told and explained. No one will believe her. They had been waiting on the Messiah for 4000 years and for her being just barely a woman to say she was pregnant with GOD, was impossible. And Joseph. How would he respond. Yes she needed to leave to get away for awhile to be able to think and sort this out. To hide the sickness until she had a plan or if not a plan the wisdom for what lies ahead. Oh how he wished he could comfort her beautiful heart. In time he would.
Weeks go by and he grows. In fact he is now just a miniature 4-6" person. Oh if only the woman child could see how perfect he was at this stage in his life, maybe it would still her heart for the inevitable. The explanation for the small baby bump on her slight frame. The day had come to tell the world that she was carrying the Son of GOD in her womb. He could feel her heart racing as she recounted all the happenings of the past 3 months and then feel it shatter into a million pieces as she was met with unbelief and betrayal. But yet he knew her peace and trust in the fact that the GOD who's child she carried, had it all figured out. And he smiled in his lil baby way, as he thought of how GOD would make the doubter the believer.
Days, weeks and months kept going by and as his day for arrival draws near he loses more and more space to move around. He chuckles because he knows exactly when and how he will arrive and he can just imagine the panic of the Man when he realizes there will be no room in the inn and they will have to settle with a nice warm, dirty and very smelly stable.
Oh it was so nice to be able to stretch, yet so cold. He had to internally laugh at the fact the only way he could let his wants be known was to cry.
Oh stop. It was so beautiful. Way out there in the distance he could hear the beautiful voices of the angels singing. Announcing, now celebrating his arrival. Oh how he loved the humble and lowly people. The rejected sitting out on the far off hills watching their sheep. Oh wait, here they come now. Running, racing to be the first to arrive to welcome this GOD-child. Oh how it made his baby heart swell with joy as he watched these bearded, dirty, smelly faces beam with joy because their Savior had arrived. Oh how he wanted to wrap them in his GOD arms, but instead he cooed and watched they're faces beam with happiness and listened to their big laughs rumble in their chests.
But wait don't think he only loved the poor man. On the contrary, for resting in the sky above where he lay was a beautiful star. And out on the desert plains following that star were 3 rich men, each bearing a gift meant for a king. Oh how he loves faith. The kind of faith that knows GOD is always right and chooses to act upon it. That's the kind of faith that will move mountains.
Oh and when they arrived, they humbly gave him the gifts, worshiping his GODness. Yes, though he was just a baby they recognized that he was GOD and they reverenced him.
Years went by and he had to learn to walk and talk. All over again actually. It amused his GOD heart so much to think that he created the whole system of the human body but yet he was now subject to it. He who is GOD had become a helpless babe.
Every day since the time the first cell divided he thought through the history of the future. Naming and seeing the lives of each person, and his GOD heart wept. It wept with love, pity and mercy. And again and again he said; "for you I go from being GOD to being human. From being Creator to being the created. From being perfect to being broken."
As he learned to walk, talk, read, work and play, he was always GOD but his body limited him. So he waited. He waited with patience and he watched. He watched the mother heart store everything in her treasure chest of memories. And he listened to the corrupted teaching of the scholars. He watched as the poor were stolen from, and the animals were bought and sold in the temple. He saw the proud pharisees praying on the one corner and the harlot soliciting for business on the other. And his GOD heart broke. But yet he waited and allowed his boy heart to grow into a man. He waited for the perfect time to allow his GOD heart to be GOD again. For 30 years he was the created preparing for the time he was again the Creator.
And then the day came. The day that marked the beginning of the 40 days of trying. He had to do it perfect or else the plan would be ruined. And so he fasted and he prayed, preparing himself for those three temptations. And he passed. He passed the test and yet again defeated the devil. And for 3 years he did just that. Proving to the world that there is hope and a place of perfection in him. And yet again he prepared. He prepared his disciples and the people around him. And he prayed. For himself? No. For his murderers. For the created's that were planning to kill him, the Creator.
And then it came. That day he and his Father had been planning for. Oh the grief on his heart. And the agony and apprehension weighing him down at the fact that his Father would turn his back on him as he became sin itself and die.
Yep. He was about to die. Not a slow quick, painless kind of execution but  a long drawn out, in-humane crucifixion.
And why did he allow himself to do all this? Because he was driven by his endless love to rescue you and me, at whatever cost it would take to get it done. He is GOD but he became a mass of cells. He is GOD but he was born in a nasty smelly barn. And his welcome party were a bunch of smelly un-kept shepherds. He is
GOD but he obeyed his parents even if it meant leaving behind his Fathers business to better prepare. He is GOD but he chose to be murdered in the most gruesome of gruesome ways. Why? because he wanted to rescue you and I.

Faith vrs. Obedience

My mind has been an ocean swirling with many different thoughts and subjects. And I can just hear the guys saying "well duh, your a girl." That might be part of the reason but the other part is that there are just so many things to think about when it comes down to living your life completely sold out to GOD. There is so much involved. So much at stake. And so many things on death row.
But yet it is all so simple if the human doesn't get involved. If the human doesn't exert its need for control, or declare its non-existent rights as existent.
From all of this thinking I have come to a very obscure conclusion. [If that is possible] I believe faith and obedience are the two cornerstones of a life sold out for Christ. Without faith our works are dead [James 2:20,26] but yet without works, [obedience] faith doesn't exist. [James 2:18].
I was thinking about Esau the other day and mulling over why he couldn't receive the blessing, though he desperately sought after it with tears. I believe the reason was that he was not willing to obey GOD by repenting of his sin. He loved the pleasures of this world too much to sacrifice it to GOD. He wanted the blessing along with the sinful pleasures he desired. He wanted GOD & the World.
Repentance is the first step of obedience. And with obedience comes faith, and with faith comes the power of GOD, and the ability to live to glorify him. The strength to be the light on the hill. Jenna said a very powerful thing this morning at our Bible study. She said; "God cant work with half our heart....what if that one thing your holding back is that one thing GOD needs so that he can change your life?"
Thinking about that I saw this mental picture of arrival time at the throne of GOD. And he looks down at me and says; "Sarah, I had this huge plan and purpose for your life but you wouldn't give me that one area in your life, so I had to get someone else to do it instead of you."
How desperately sad. How absolutely horrifying. I think one of the things I am the most afraid of for myself is that I would miss the life changes GOD sends my way to prepare me for something greater. The little trials here and there or the those little area's he expects obedience. I do not want to sacrifice GOD's purpose for my life for some stupid measly little pleasure, attitude or 'right.' There is too much at stake in this fallen world for that. We complain the church isn't the way it is or that millions, let me rephrase that, billions of people will die without knowing Christ, and yet we forget that the reason is because we as individuals are not willing to sacrifice that one area and obey GOD.