As I leave LA and head east towards
home I am struck with a deep sense of fulfillment and meaning. After 24 years
of arrogance and rebellion, holding grudges and reaping what I've sown, I look
down from the window of my plane with a startling revelation that I'm a part of
something profound. I'm a part of a legacy that has impacted people around the
world for the Kingdom of God... a church that has birthed almost 2,600 churches
worldwide. I have a heritage that supersedes that of flesh and blood... one
whose scope is eternal and lasting and the songs God gave us back then still
resonate around the world. Today I feel love like I've never known. A stump
lives...and branches now shoot forth from my lifeless body... I have been
raised from the dead. Though I’ve been lost, now I'm found. God has been kind
to me and sent His Word to heal me.
To live in a supernatural existence
is not a discussion but a determined action. Hearing His voice requires the
willingness to believe you have heard and the extreme patience to wait far
beyond the hearing. Trusting God is not imparted to us but is acquired the same
way a child understands a parents love as they hold that child from the moment
it’s born and cares for them, though that child has no knowledge it is
happening. Only as that child grows in knowledge through its experiences does
it begin to realize and understand it is loved and therefore trusts its giver without
reservation. We desperately need to understand we are being held at all times regardless
of what we feel.
As I look out across the
horizon and the vastness of its expanse I see the endless
possibilities it holds. Though I can't see details I can envision and imagine
all that is there. I was blind but now I see. Light shines on the epiphanies as
the curtain pulls back. I have wondered for so long… who am I? I am a mouth God
speaks through, a man whose paths are carved by Yahweh Himself... a weapon in
His hand and a testimony of His love expressed and faithfulness revealed.
It is a brand
new Hebrew year, 5777 to be exact! The trumpets blow as the Days of Awe begin. The
unveiling has begun. For me, one chapter has closed and another begins; each
word being written one at a time, every letter formed by my Masters hand. Each
step prearranged. I belong to no one but Him. Whom the Son sets free is
free...and there are no restraints. In this moment, at this very second as I
look across the horizon, my Father and I are one. What was is no more and what
stares me in the face is my destiny...the continuation of the legacy I was
thrust into and born out of however it is meant to unfold. But I am confident
in this… it bears fruit that will remain.
© 2016/5777 Steven Bliss
