We are currently staying with my brother in Gqeberha, formally known as Port Elizabeth, the windiest city in South Africa. This morning I remembered why. The sound of a strong wind outside reminded me not to be blasé about it. The wind has been known to uproot trees, overturn cars and I remember my Granny telling how she saved herself from being blown away by clinging to a pole.
Quite often we can become blasé about God’s power. “When the day of Pentecost arrived, they were all together in one place. And suddenly there came from heaven a sound like a mighty rushing wind, and it filled the entire house where they were sitting.” (Acts 2:2 ESV) I have heard this story so often that I haven’t realised how scary it must have been.
I’ve been reading the Old Testament about the time of Moses recently. The power of God and His requirements for His people take one’s breath away.
Hebrews 10:31 reads, “It is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God.” (NIV) This was brought home to me by the following account of the 1949 revival in the Hebrides.
One of the seven men and two women who had decided to pray earnestly for revival, read from Psalm 24, “Who may ascend the mountain of the Lord? Who may stand in his holy place? The one who has clean hands and a pure heart…”(Vs 3-4a NIV) He then prayed, asking God to reveal if his own hands were clean and his own heart was pure. That night, God met with them in a powerful way. “Three men were lying on the straw having fallen under the power of God. They were lifted out of the ordinary into the extraordinary.” (Duncan Campbell, The Price and Power of Revival)
We cannot play games with God. He is not a “Tame Lion.” We do not come into His presence on our terms, but on His. We serve Him according to His will. Best I don’t forget that.
My God, thank You that You deal gently with me, masking Your power that I be not overwhelmed. Please keep me from taking Your power or majesty lightly. Teach me Your ways. I have taken You for my God. Amen.