Sometimes you really make me sick. I’ve seen the white hot-passionate love that dwells within your heart, yet more times than not, I’ve seen you retreat from that love into your own self-centeredness. From your fears, you demonize your brothers and sisters whom I have given you to love. Yes, I hear your religious talk. Yes, I hear your patronizing terms of endearment for others. It all sounds blissful yet nauseating because I also hear the quiet disdainful conversations that you have about my loved ones. I personally feel the poison from the fear you spread about them.
You were made to love and I have made you a great lover, yet you refuse to love. I have seen your hunger for wisdom, but it’s not my wisdom that you seek. You have simply craved the world’s wisdom in your pursuit of wealth. I wish you could see that this pursuit has brought you nothing but brokenness and poverty. No, it’s not the kind of poverty you are desperately trying to avoid, it’s a much more devastating kind of poverty that you haven’t been aware of. You have fallen into a poverty of love.
I have sought to clothe you with my finest and treat you to my finer things, yet you’d rather leave the house naked without the gifts that I have lavished on you. I’m standing in front of you, yet you continually walk right past me in your pursuit of what you think is me.
Sister, can I tell you something? I’m not going to play that game with you anymore. I’m going to let you come face to face with the facade you have chosen. It’s going to hurt for a while, but not forever. When you have given up all your pursuits and things have gotten quiet, I’ll come over for dinner. In that day, it will just be you and I, and we’ll have the time of our lives. We’ll laugh, we’ll cry, and I will share the best of my life with you. We’ll relate and know one another.
You will be satisfied. Just when you think it’s as good as it gets, I’ll take you to my place. We’ll live together, and we’ll share every meal together from that time on.
“I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot; I wish that you were cold or hot. So, because you are lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I will spit you out of My mouth. Because you say, “I am rich, and have become wealthy, and have need of nothing,” and you do not know that you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked…Those whom I love, I reprove and discipline; therefore be zealous and repent. Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and will dine with him, and he with Me. He who overcomes, I will grant to him to sit down with Me on My throne, as I also overcame and sat down with My Father on His throne.” (Revelation 3:15-17, 19-21, NASB)
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