-Exposure-

My pastor opened the sermon this morning with two words:

expose yourself.

Let God see you naked.

Psalm 139 talks about how God sees everything we do. He is always with us. He formed us in our mother's womb. He knows when we are waking and sleeping. He knows when we come and when we go. He knows us intimately.

He sees our flaws, our nakedness. Vulnerability exposes ugliness. If you don't expose it, how can you fix it? Don't be afraid of the intimacy that God desires.

But that intimacy is terrifying. I'm afraid of letting God see me naked, although He already knows what's there. He knows my fear and desires to turn it to peace. He knows my failures and desires to turn them to victory. He knows my ashes and desires to turn them to beauty.

So why am I so afraid?

-Masters-

"Anyone who might feel reluctant to surrender his will to the will of another should remember Jesus' words, "Whosoever committeth sin is the servant of sin." We must of necessity be servant to someone, either to God or to sin. The sinner prides himself on his independence, completely overlooking the fact that he is the weak slave of the sins that rule his members. The man who surrenders to Christ exchanges a cruel slave driver for a kind and gentle Master whose yoke is easy and whose burden is light."
A.W. Tozer, "The Pursuit of God"


Why is it so much easier to let sin be my master? Why do I accept the guilt, pain, and shame that come with it? Why is it so hard to accept the freedom from these burdens?

Waterdeep - Put in Me

Oh, Mercy, fall on me like a warm blanket...on my cold, cold heart
Clean me with Your blood that turns me white on the inside
I'm on my knees again 'cause I'm breaking Your heart

Put in me what I cannot buy with gold
Put in me, oh God, come restore my broken soul
Put in me what I cannot give myself
Put in me a clean heart

I know all my broken places like the back of my hand
That slapped your face again
Wash me in your love and hold me tight like a baby
Till I have no memory of ever breaking Your heart

Put in me what I cannot buy with gold
Put in me, oh God, come restore my broken soul
Put in me what I cannot give myself
Put in me a clean heart

And in the joy when you restore me I will stand and walk again
I will run into this world I will call them to come in
But I will not point my finger or grow that wicked skin
That cannot remember what I will not forget
How I broke you, or how I'm broken

Put in me what I cannot buy with gold
Put in me, oh God, come restore my broken soul
Put in me what I cannot give myself
Put in me a clean heart
a clean heart


Oh God, put in me....