I need Him to be real
I’ve been praying that God would be real in my life. I came to the conclusion that we fall not because we love this world so much, but that we are looking for something real. I think that this is why so many people in the Church are struggling. I know this is why I’ve been struggling. I’ve been settling for things that my senses tell me are real. We settle for the things we can see, touch, hear, smell, and taste. For the past three weeks my prayer has been “God make yourself more real to me than anything else around me”.
This morning He answered my prayer. To know that God is real I first had to come to the understanding the He is Truth. If He is the very definition of truth then, by default, everything else that is not of faith is not truth. Think about the temptations of Christ. Satan came to him and tempted Him to turn a rock into bread. Jesus didn’t comply. He knew if He had done so that the bread would not have truly filled Him up. Bread is not bad. However, in this case it was empty. It had no true sustenance. Same goes for the time when Satan took Christ to the highest point possible and told Him it could all be His if he would bow down and worship him. Christ saw through the illusion. It wasn’t what it really seemed.
Satan will often catch us out on the fringe of our faith and then set at our feet these trinkets of hell. These illusions that may not be inherently bad, and in the context in which they are presented could bring instant gratification. Then when we settle for the counterfeit, it will leave us feeling empty and wanting more. The enemy brings empty lies and promises to take us out.
In the realization of the tactics of the enemy, I’m beginning to see God clearly. God is more real to me than ever. I feel His presence. Read Psalms 139. My heart and Prayer is that of Psalmist. There is no where I can run. There is nothing I can do to separate myself from His presence. Oswald Chambers says this on January 9th of My Utmost For His Highest in regards to Psalms 139: “Thou are the God of the early mornings, the God of the late at nights, the God of the mountain peaks, and the God of the sea; but, my God, my soul has further horizons than the early mornings, deeper darkness than the nights of earth, higher peaks than any mountain peaks, greater depths than any sea in nature—Thou who art the God of all these, be my God. I cannot trace, dreams I cannot get at—my God, search me out.”
