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Sharing Breakfast With Jesus
Today as I made my breakfast, I was praying, attempting to praise God and connect with Him. I always want to start my day with a real connection, and a real worship time to honor our Lord.
I got this idea that I wanted to share the intimacy of my meal, eaten alone in the house. Rod was away and the boys were asleep. My heart was free to share with Jesus and I wanted that intimacy so badly. I could feel His presence and attention, and so I made an extra pan of eggs and toast, and set Him a place.
I gave Him my favorite chair and set it on my left, because He had approached me at church from the left that day. I even poured Him a cup of my soda. All of these foods and the drink were things we were in short supply of and that were important to my heart, so I felt it was a sacrifice, almost a tithe. To set a place for Jesus and invite Him to share what I valued and wanted with me.
With great joy and gratitude I blessed our food in His name and ate it, really tasting it and enjoying it. I felt His presence, I knew He was there and I told Him it didn’t matter if He really consumed the eggs and soda or not, that I wasn’t seeking a sign to brag about, but the moment to share with Him in Spirit.
As I sat there, I remembered the dreams He had given me, where He was in them, and He showed me how we work side by side to feed the poor and minister to those who are ungrateful and full of hate.
I laugh every time I remember when he was shoveling potatoes into the sea in one dream. Inside of a community center, in a room like a kitchen just off from where the people were being fed, there were waves of water lapping at His feet and He was tirelessly shoveling the potatoes. I don’t know if it meant casting bread upon the waters, or that He was sending food overseas to many other ministry efforts. The main point was that we were working shoulder to shoulder to do good and feed the hungry, and bring the message of His love to the world.
Without words He had conveyed His joy that I was there helping and that we shared so much, and had to forgive so much. The people at the tables in the main room who were eating were not all poor, and many had done harm to me or hurt me.
I said, “Jesus, you’ve really been through some things since the cross, between then and now.” I know about the crusades and the depression, but in every moment of fear, anxiety or trouble, even in the good times, He was there with all believers.” He’s experienced it all. He’s logged every heartbeat and every footstep that one of us takes, because He’s done it with us.
I imagined the monks and nuns who went far and wide into the wilderness, places where mountain goats watch their frosty breaths, to the ends of the earth to preach the good news about Jesus. To any small hut where people struggled to stay alive no matter how difficult their situations were.
I saw the loneliness of the monks and apostles who went where there was no comfort or certainty of a living soul to preach to, but the desire in their hearts to share our precious Savior with any who might not have heard drove them on.
I wondered about God’s throne room. In movies the thrones of kings are sterile and clearly stage props, without life or sign of emotion. The Bible says God’s throne is made of layers of precious stones and a rainbow is over his head. Jesus is seated at the right hand of God, so He must have an official throne too, and there is no way we can imagine the splendor of this place.
In movies the king has his entourage of servants and soldiers around him, and I’m sure there are angels whose job is to constantly praise and sing to God all around Him. The Bible says under His throne are the martyrs who wait for justice and who cry out “How long O Lord?”
Time is an earth term, so the Bible describes things that are yet to come as already being done. It says Christ was crucified from the foundation of the world, and we were pre chosen before we existed.
Psalms tells us that He shaped us in our mother’s womb, chose our hair and eye color and knew every little quirk about us. It pleased Him to make us, to choose us just as we are. So many things about ourselves we hate, or we’re ashamed of, but even our flaws, the things we consider shortcomings, He has loved. Even my heart with it’s flutter, and my hips and belly that the world calls obese and ugly. He loves every cell in my body more than I do.
This Jesus, this great and mighty Christ with holy fire around Him, clothed in majesty, needing nothing, whole and perfect, holding all the power of the universe – with the gaze that sees right through the layers of clothing we hide behind. Who sees through the layers of dirt in our souls, and into the DNA, the atoms and subatomic particles.
Our subatomic particles dance with joy just for Him, because they know who their creator is. Can you imagine it? Scientists have proven that our cells are intelligent and communicate with each other and with our brain. That’s why we get sick, our cells all know who made them, and seek to give glory and praise to God, but we go off in any other direction than obedience to God, and sickness is one way the body can tell us we’re missing the mark.
God waited for us to be born, having prepared our tiny bodies He waits with excitement to celebrate our births. I thought of all the hospital nurseries that Jesus has visited, to log and make note of a new child being born. His angels surrounding the baby, sometimes you can feel them in a hospital room. There is a hush around a baby breathing its first breaths, experiencing life. The air it breaths being filled with particles and pollen and dust, entering into that holy and pure little set of lungs that God knit together in the unseen places, and left inside the cells the instructions on how to grow into a full adult male or female.
We think we’re so smart and advanced, but if you just sit quietly with a newborn, your heart will know who is creator and who is master. It’s not us!
I wish I could tell you how it felt to share this meal with Jesus. He was present, and so very “IN” me, filling every part of my heart and attentive to every detail of my body. His love Is the kind that can’t be stopped, it just can’t be held back, like a very bright light that seeps in underneath doors and even shines around corners by reflection.
It illuminates and repels all the darkness inside you, so that you’re truly at peace and filled with radiant joy and well-being. I took advantage of the time and claimed my healing, for any part of my body that needed Him. I knew it was the right moment, and He was there to fix what had gotten broken by my wobbling trust and attempts to “do” my life my way.
Actually I don’t think we’re ever without Him, as the Holy Spirit is sealed with us to the end of our lives, but I think it’s a matter of acknowledging the moment, the power, the infiltration of His love and goodness to that part of our body that is hurting. Time is needed to reset the cells that are screaming “No! We won’t do it anymore, you’re in error and you must turn around.”
His love calms the body and reassures the cells that all is well, and His operating system instructions are put back in place, and the body heals quickly when it’s at peace.
You could call it being warmed by light, or sound, or any other energy, even thought. All energy is His either in discord (when the enemy stirs it out of order and into chaos) or in balance and joy (when the dance of our subatomic particles is going right.)
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© Lisa Tyler 2012
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