There have been struggles, much sickness, great oppression and a deep kind of weariness.  It’s not about complaining or murmuring;  it’s about the reality of reigning with Christ in this hour.

It’s also about being honest and sharing your journey with others; so they don’t feel that they are all alone in this.  Let the gainsayers quibble; let them pick and point fingers and deny what true sacrifice for Him is.  It’s about the way of encouraging others; recalling, that there is still a Cross to bear.

Before retiring for the night, I’ve been telling God, that I just can’t carry this load anymore.  The burden is too heavy.  There is too much opposition; too many don’t want to hear what the Spirit is wanting to say to the Church.  Human spirits, attempting to pull down the good that others are trying to do.  In the spirit realm, they are binding together to afflict and to strangle those called to be much needed voices today; envious of those who are being used.

But something happened a couple of nights back.  I sat on the end of the bed in my dark room.  It came over me; it was a whisper from days past.  I said, “There is only one thing that I want at this very moment; Jesus, I just want to sit at your feet.  I don’t want to talk, I don’t have anything to ask of you; not one other word to say.”

Can you believe, that after so many of us have been around for a good while, we’ve likely forgotten how much we once loved that?  Just to be in His presence; to reach out and touch Him, and it was enough.

“Remember from whence thou art fallen . . and repent,”  Revelation 2:5.

I was led this evening to something I feel was never stressed as much as it might have been, in our years coming up.  It’s where the Apostle was writing of how we were grafted in to this true vine; branches from a transferred inheritance.  Shall we say, not part of the original tree.  And here, there was a warning issued to us; one that we heard so little of: “Be not high minded, but fear,”  Romans 11:20.

And it went on to say, “For as God spared not the natural branches, take heed, lest he spare not thee also.”  Wasn’t this also, part of the true doctrine?

There’s an old song whose chorus drifted back into my spirit.  It said, “I’m going where the wicked shall cease from troubling, and the weary shall be at rest. And all of the saints of the ages, shall sit at His feet and be blessed.”

I’ve thought the last few years, that it was our love for one another that was our first love.  No, this short visit at His feet, reminded me of what was once the most important thing to us; even at the beginning of our new birth.  The people did not come really to see us, they came to find Him.  We had Him.

I would almost want everyone to sit down and write down all the songs we once sang about Jesus.  Start out by listing;

“Jesus is the sweetest name I know.”

“Oh, how I love Jesus.”

“Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him.”

“Jesus, you know what’s best for me.”

Let’s name those about the Healer, the Cross;

“When I think about what He’s done for me;

“I cannot find my way without Thee.”

Tell me, what was it all worth if it wasn’t for Him,  if we did not have Him.  I am repenting.  I had forgotten.  But I’m not going anywhere for awhile.  I want to sit at His feet; hold on to them, and not let go.  That’s, our first love.

~ Robert Blackburn

Robert Blackburn

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