I have been moved very recently in this regard. Each successive sovereign breaking, though jarring and difficult, releases new measure of the Glory of Christ. Personally, I've come to a place which I should have been able to describe long ago. I am ashamed, truly, honestly ashamed of my self reliance, for the first time in my walk.
Lev 11:35
And every thing whereupon any part of their carcass falleth shall be unclean; whether it be oven, or ranges for pots, they shall be broken down: for they are unclean...
We know that according to the law our old members, the old wineskin, the old man, has been pronounced dead in the Heavenlies, while in the natural much of it is still at work in us. This carcass, the sinful man, has touched and "fallen upon" every realm of our person, from internal strength, to will, to mind, to body, to the very spirit itself. From salvation, the outerworking of the breaking down of the vessel began. Firstly, the spirit within was broken down and rebirthed, not mended. It was destroyed and begotten, not repaired. This exact process must play out in the rest of our person. Every aspect of our person goes through an ashaming process, an actual realization of it's uselessness. We are humbled by our failing self-reliance. We are disgraced repeatedly by our will. Indeed, our very faith is rags. We come to a place of dust and ash, where we finally see, through sovereign revelation, that we are broken. Fallen is another way to describe this new awareness, but I found that the Lord said to me "You are broken."
It was at this place where, for the first time, not just in word but in spirit and in truth, I saw that I am broken. Through and through. When that voice inside says "you're redeemed! You've really blessed this person. God sure has given you a lot..." ignore it. There is nothing here which is of any value, except that which isn't even mine.
"Yes, but..." you say. No. No buts. In me dwells no good thing. I'm not supposed to be a godly version of Deg. Deg is useless. I'm supposed to allow Him to work His Glory through His vessel, for His purposes with His Power. Even offering a yielded vessel is effected by His Hand. I have absolutely nothing to offer, for I am unclean, and must be broken down. That is my purpose: to be broken down.
Lord, please be swift and complete. I am sick of myself. I hate being here Lord, in this half-dead state. I hate the very flesh that I reside in. Please Father, come in fullness.
Amen.
Lev 11:35
And every thing whereupon any part of their carcass falleth shall be unclean; whether it be oven, or ranges for pots, they shall be broken down: for they are unclean...
We know that according to the law our old members, the old wineskin, the old man, has been pronounced dead in the Heavenlies, while in the natural much of it is still at work in us. This carcass, the sinful man, has touched and "fallen upon" every realm of our person, from internal strength, to will, to mind, to body, to the very spirit itself. From salvation, the outerworking of the breaking down of the vessel began. Firstly, the spirit within was broken down and rebirthed, not mended. It was destroyed and begotten, not repaired. This exact process must play out in the rest of our person. Every aspect of our person goes through an ashaming process, an actual realization of it's uselessness. We are humbled by our failing self-reliance. We are disgraced repeatedly by our will. Indeed, our very faith is rags. We come to a place of dust and ash, where we finally see, through sovereign revelation, that we are broken. Fallen is another way to describe this new awareness, but I found that the Lord said to me "You are broken."
It was at this place where, for the first time, not just in word but in spirit and in truth, I saw that I am broken. Through and through. When that voice inside says "you're redeemed! You've really blessed this person. God sure has given you a lot..." ignore it. There is nothing here which is of any value, except that which isn't even mine.
"Yes, but..." you say. No. No buts. In me dwells no good thing. I'm not supposed to be a godly version of Deg. Deg is useless. I'm supposed to allow Him to work His Glory through His vessel, for His purposes with His Power. Even offering a yielded vessel is effected by His Hand. I have absolutely nothing to offer, for I am unclean, and must be broken down. That is my purpose: to be broken down.
Lord, please be swift and complete. I am sick of myself. I hate being here Lord, in this half-dead state. I hate the very flesh that I reside in. Please Father, come in fullness.
Amen.