The Portion of my Inheritance

My dear friends, would you travel on a journey with me?

The journey will take us to a place far, far away. A place beyond our reach or even beyond our comprehension. A place so glorious that it will cause us deep, deep pain at it’s splendor.

As we enter our destination, please be still. Really, really see it, be all there. Do not let one detail escape from your memory. Sear it in deep through the thick layers and remember it well. Remember dear friends.

We will need a guide for this journey, the only guide that could possibly make any sense. Our guide’s name is Isaiah. Come now my friends and let us enter, with Isaiah into the Throne Room of the Lord.

“In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord sitting on a throne, high and lifted up, and the train of His robe filled the temple. Above it stood seraphim; each one had six wings; with two he covered his face, with two he covered his feet, and with two he flew. And one cried to another and said: “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts; the whole earth is full of His glory!”

And the posts of the door were shaken by the voice of him who cried out, and the house was fill with smoke. So I said; “Woe is me, for I am undone! Because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; for my eyes have seen the King, The Lord of hosts.”

Isaiah 6:1-5

Did you see Him friends? Did you lift your head upward, stretching the muscles and and pulling at the fibers of your neck as you look at Him who is high and lifted up?

Did you happen to notice His robe, filling the whole, entire temple? So majestic and magnificent is His splendor that is fills the room with it’s beauty.

Did you also feel the humility of the seraphim, did you cover yourself in His awesome presence? And did the words spill out of your mouth, pouring forth in praise, “Holy, holy holy is the Lord of Hosts?”

Did the sound of the shaking reverberate within the chambers of your heart, thump, thumping to the sound of Him? And did the smoke sting at your eyes, or was it the tears that really stung at the realization of your own uncleanliness in the presence of holiness? For it is you and I dear friends that Isaiah was speaking of, and he said it well when he said that he ‘dwelt in the midst of a people of unclean lips.’

Were you there friends? Were you in that Throne room in the presence of the Most High God?

And now once again we will take another journey. A different kind from the last one. A quiet sort of place marked with the scent of manure and urine. Quiet except for the soft bleating of sheep and the continuous chewing of oxen, the occasional swishing of tails. Damp and cold. Animal dander and dust floating in the atmosphere around them, but still the only resting place for the mother of our Lord. Peer into the interior of this worn out stable and see the only cradle available for the Most High God, a trough still with the remains of the animals fodder. . . .

And now let us return once again to the most Holy of places, the Throne room. Lift your eyes upward and see Him there. Our Lord. The ancient of old. The Prince of Peace, the Lord of Lords and the King of Kings. Don’t tear your eyes away from Him. Hold fast. See Him as He slowly stands.

He removes the crown from upon His precious head. He releases the clasp that holds His robe and lets it fall from His shoulders, and He starts the downward trek. Step by step He leaves His throne, His position, His rightful place. He turns away from the continuous praise and walks away from the sovereign reign with His Father. And He puts on flesh and steps down into earth, into the stable, small and helpless.

And why would He do that?

Who would do that?

And the answer rings loud in this season of grace. Love was the driving force. It was love that took Him from the throne room straight into the manager that Christ~mas long, long ago.

Please . . . . . let us remember!

For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. John 3:16