August 25, 2014

My Priest

I am grateful for the #shereadstruth ministry and community that provides a way for thousands of women to connect online through the study of God's Word. I have been LOVING the current study through the book of Hebrews, and look anxiously forward to digging deep into the next: a study in Hosea! (A book in which I confess to never reading more than whatever verses a preacher was quoting from in a message. Eek!) Here's to the Spirit teaching me to be more theologian-hearted, a lover and passionate studier of His Holy Word.

"Hebrews is dense and complex and rich with the gospel." #shereadstruth

I am admittedly an entire week behind everyone in Hebrews. And for the first time I'm not beating myself up about that. I am not behind for neglect of that precious time with Him. No, this time I know I am exactly where He intended me to be.

The Lord pressed pause in me during this study to meditate there. To sail out and cast my net in deeper waters. To fall absolutely, head over heels, rush to the alter all over again, love...

In love with Christ as my High Priest.
Learning what that truly means and becoming more aware of what our relationship looks like on His side of heaven.

You see, HE paused me. At the end of my devoted study time with Him on the days after being immersed in chapters 4-7, and since, it has not stopped resonating within my soul.

The way excitement would rush through your body and up into your head as the childhood carousel would complete another circle... and keep going.

The way you say, "Goodnight," to someone after a heartfelt conversation and you lay in bed awake replaying everything.

The way you pray intently that the Gospel words you shared with that lady in the market or that neighbor-kid who eats occasionally at your table would stick to their minds and souls like glue until they just have to know more of Him, that is Christ who loves them unconditionally and is seated at the throne of Grace.

He pressed pause in me there.

We fight and we struggle and we plead to know that there's one, anyone, who understands. We search for solidarity. And sometimes, by His grace, we find that beauty in one another. The beauty of connection and how suffering transcends difference. And yet still, it seems no one understand completely.

And all the while Jesus is there, with no condemnation towards us for forgetting, saying, "I understand fully. And I never cease taking you to the Father."

"For we do not have a High Priest who cannot sympathize with our weaknesses, but One who has been tempted in all things as we are, yet without sin. Let us therefore draw near with confidence to the throne of Grace, that we may receive mercy and may find grace to help in time of need." -Hebrews 4:15-16
There. That. Ultimate solidarity.

"But He abides forever, holds His priesthood permanently. Hence also, He is able to save forever those who draw near to God through Him, since He always lives to make intercession for them." -Hebrews 7:24-25

He knows. He sees you up close. Stands in the gap for you. Knowing in advance to any situation or hurt or need, exactly how to intercede for you. Always. He LIVES for it. I have trouble reconciling that scriptural truth with my fallen skin. But I don't have to understand to rest in it. To rest in Him.

“There can be no vacancy in this priesthood, no hour nor moment in which the people are without a priest to negotiate their spiritual concerns in heaven. This ever-living high priest is able to save completely all who come to God through him.” -Matthew Henry

I absolutely adore Laura Woodly Osman's heart and music. I cannot find much of any of it online to link you to (not to mention the chords), but it IS available on iTunes. I have been singing this song constantly this last week, as my family can attest to, and just HAD to share it with you. Lyrics are under the video.

If you are a subscriber reading this post in your email inbox, click on over to be ministered to through her words. Also, I have an inability to record short songs to Jesus. I never watch the clock while I'm worshiping. ;-)

Jesus, You are praying for me
Day and night You are interceding
Jesus, You are praying for me
Day and night You are speaking words of life

My Priest
You know how I get weak
All of my wanderings
And the places I hide when I just can't find my faith

But You say, "Father,"
"Pour out Your grace."
"This one is seeking Your face."
"You know why I died."
"Father, you love this child."
"Look at my hands and feet."
"Grant mercy."

My Priest by Laura Woodly Osman, from the album "Home"

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