My God won’t be hidden

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“You are the light of the world-like a city on a hilltop that can’t be hidden. No one lights a lamp and then puts it under a basket. Instead a lamp is placed on a stand, where it gives light to everyone in the house.”                                                                                                  Matthew 5:14-15

It’s the season of Lent. For those familiar, or not so…this means letting go of something that has a stronghold on our lives for 40 days. Seeking His face any time we are tempted to partake in it.

In the past I have given up chocolate, coffee, Facebook, even gossiping and just basic complaining (and that one was hard!). I have had a tough time this year choosing one stronghold. Maybe because in the last couple months, I have given up much without a whole lotta say.

I recognize the stronghold that social media can have on my time, and thought “Yep…that’s it! It’s time to go off the grid. Sit back. Shut-up, and be a silent ‘good girl’ for a while.”

But, then I remember that light. Yes, that one in the picture above. That shines out of a corner office. Into the darkness. Of a room. A hall. A community. Reflecting hope. Kindness. Love. Jesus. Even if he is the laminated one.

A light some just don’t want to shine. So, it’s silenced. Not placed on a table to reflect that hope. Kindness. Love. Hidden in some dark basket instead.

I will not keep still. Because my heart yearns for Jerusalem, I cannot remain silent. I will not stop praying for her until her righteousness shines like the dawn, and her salvation blazes like a burning torch. Isaiah 62:1

When I told God “yes,” I made a vow I would not place His light in a basket. I would not let His light be hidden. That I would keep speaking up even if I am labeled dangerous, crazy, or some kind of misunderstood freak. I mean…Jesus was, too. Right?

I can choose to cower in a corner. Sit in silence and hide the light, hoping it shines past this little corner, from this desk. My favorite chair. My closet where I battle the devil, the critics, and negativity on my knees each night.

Or, I can use my voice for good. I can use it to spread His love to those who need to hear it. Even when it is unpopular. Misunderstood. Or means I am labeled as a misfit.

It may get me in trouble, or gain me a few more critics, but my God (I) won’t be hidden.

I may have to stand against some scary bullies, with a brave face that takes a heck of a lot  of courage, but my God (I) won’t be hidden.

I may have to (gulp) forgive those same bullies, just to prove his light is loving and kind, so His message of love won’t be hidden.

I decided to follow Him a number of years ago. I promised not to turn back, and my God (I) won’t be placed in a basket and hidden.

None may go with me, and I may have to walk and fight alone, but my God (I) won’t be hidden.

Until His light shines in the darkness.

Until those desperate prayers are answered.

Until His voice reaches out into the chaos, speaks louder than the critics, and drowns out the negativity.

Until every misfit, freak, or misunderstood lost sheep hears, sees, and feels His love and comes home.

No, my God (I) won’t be hidden.

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it. John 1:5

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