Thursday 25 April 2013

What a Blissful Mystery - words and photo by Ole Henrik Skjeldstad

What a Blissful Mystery

Today I am sitting here 
with this warm fuzzy feeling inside
contemplating God’s love.

His plan is so wonderfully majestic
that I am rendered in utter awe. 

Who would have imagined
that His plan of salvation 
would involve that the kingdom
would be established in hearts of flesh?

That heaven
is inside every believer
where Christ has found
an eternal resting place?

I am quieted by the fact
that He in His mysterious humbleness
has chosen to make Himself manifest
in human flesh.

Every single cell in my body is sustained by His life.

My entire being leaps with joy
when He tells me
that I am not of this world,

that I am a partaker of divine nature
and that I am destined to spend

an eternity with Him. 

His love desired my existence into being,

and I am now
a part of that triune flow 
that has existed from before the foundation of the world. 

How could it be otherwise?

He will always remain faithful,
because He cannot disown Himself.
He has sworn an oath regarding His relation to me.
Since He could not find anyone greater than Himself, He made the oath with Himself.
He will always remain faithful to His oath, because He is unchangeable and cannot lie!

I am thinking
about the mystery of the cross
where I went into Christ
in His death and disappeared

for suddenly being resurrected in Him
as a new creation
with an entire different genealogy
from the one I had.

I am new through and through.
Who would have imagined? 
In His love He is fussing around
making sure that I know 
who I am in Him.

That is His greatest delight
to establish His beloved son
in who he is. 

His heart almost bursts with pride
when He beholds me. 
He is boasting
of me
wherever He goes
in the Heavenly realms. 

Could it be otherwise?
After all, I am His offspring!

(this appeared in prose form  by Ole Henrik and was passed on today by Merrill Thompson on Facebook as a note. My contribution was wondering what this poetic phrasing would look like in the form of a poem)

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