I had just walked into the room, and I glanced at myself in the mirror.
These words just came out; I heard my spirit say it clearly. At first, it made me frown. I had been listening and watching something else on the computer, looking for a bit of good news and I wondered what I might look at next.
Somehow, in the middle of these reports, I had been feeling the sweet presence of The LORD and I felt tears as I had told Him how much I loved Him.
I had not done my devotion for today, so I went to the table and simply opened my Bible randomly to one of the Gospels.
It fell open to Mark 14. Listen to this. It was at the time of the feast of Passover and Unleavened bread. Hear it.
“The chief priests and the scribes sought how they might take him by craft, and put him to death.”
They were what? They were whom? Jesus was in a certain village eating with some folk.
There came a woman bearing an alabaster box of ointment of spikenard, very precious; and she brake the box, and poured it on his head.
Can you believe, some of the self-righteous ones sitting there were offended? They thought that this expensive ointment could have been sold and the money given to the poor.
Jesus said, “Leave her alone. She hath done the best she could: she is come aforehand to anoint my body for burying.”
You see, I always believed that when The LORD was weeping and sweating so in the Garden, He knew exactly what was going to happen to Him.
Somehow, perhaps our ideas of doctrine and emphasis on the Godhead, might had hindered us from seeing how human The LORD really was.
To me, He clearly said to His Father, “Please don’t make me go through with this….”
He knew full well what the leaders of The Church of that time were going to do. They had been after him to destroy Him, for a long time. He knew the terrible methods of death.
Only time and eternity will tell what some people have gone through in their lives, because of their ministries.
The kinds of opposition, envy and even hatred that came from those who others thought were good people.
I’m not a pastor — I was not called to be one. It takes a certain kind of human, a certain kind of person to be a loving and true shepherd. Only they and their families know what kinds of things they’ve had to endure.
So you want to be a prophet; you want to be an apostle? I can assure you, that few people have any clue.
The price, the all so rugged journey; the loneliness, the rejection, the lack of others to talk to, the confusion and loss of the church you were called to minister to.
God, spare the envy of those who are truly anointed.
Look what Jesus did for those people. He loved them so much; He healed their sick, He raised their dead and touched and cared for those nobody else wanted.
Did it ever occur to us that Jesus wanted us to minister to Him also?
One day, years back now, something came over me. I suddenly cried out, “Oh LORD, let me take you in my arms and hold you! Lay your head on my chest the way you have me so many times.”
You see, I need to be ministered to today.
I don’t need a lot of preaching. I need somebody to tell me I’m worth something; that I’m important and I’m a good person. That people need me.
Others need that so much in this hour. Jesus needs that too. And we can do that for one another, even now.
~ Robert Blackburn