The Glory of Humility

Humility on earth is possible for a few reasons. The first being that God Himself became man, in and of itself is a vast expanse of humility to search out. The second is that humility is only possible if one is set on eternity, on eternal riches. The third, a strong, man-pleasing will. The last, supernatural help from the Spirit.


Lowliness isn’t limited in that it begs insecurity, it’s confidence. Meekness isn’t weakness, but rather control over the impulses of the flesh. The way to humility is to study the life of Jesus and how He embodies humility, depths can be searched out simply through the fact that Creator became creation. There is such an empowering to be humble, after all God beautifies the humble, why would He expect it to be perfected in the flesh? The Helper comes to reveal the true nature.

In Sermon on the Mount the meek inherit the earth, in part now but in fullness in the age to come. All of the beatitudes have partial fulfillment now, but will see the true blessedness when the veil is lifted between God and man. There is hope to walk humbly before God. Real belief of the meaning of life and the purposes that follow are needed, which are only found in the Man Christ Jesus.

Jesus was well aware of His former glory, of His role as King forever while walking among man in Jerusalem, yet not once did He boast of it. Not once did He stop the men who beat Him because of the immense power He possessed. He remained humble, never attaining it for it is who He is. It’s okay to feel the tension of this scandalous truth; God becoming man and producing a back to be beaten in order that humanity may be brought near. Again, it is such a vast and deep subject that should be discussed with the Lord in deep, prayerful communion in the Word.

I just want to offer the reality that this mind of humility needs to be in the Church, just as it was in Christ Jesus. Do not lookout for self, but for the interest of others. God never once demanded that He be honored, understood or viewed rightly as He was manifested in the flesh. He embraced a lifestyle in which everyone underestimated Him.

If Jesus is the pearl of great price then surely it’s worth it to store up my treasure in heaven where moth and rust do not destroy and thieves can’t break in and steal it. Earthly wealth, man’s praise, riches, all of it fades away. But the Lord strengthens the weak and beautifies the humble. Why worry about the reputation that man has? It’s not the actually evaluation of identity and value given anyways. Humility is where it’s at, not insisting on fairness and rights. Not demanding fame and acclaim.

The Servant of all rulers, the One who comes up under the government on His shoulders rather than lording His power over it. For he who is greatest among shall be the servant, whoever desires to be first shall be the slave. Slavery isn’t a choice, bondservants choose.

Real Intercession

The glory of intercession is the gory of a heart being rend. You can't fake deep emotions, deep feelings. Some do, but that doesn't move the heart of God. That's not real intercession. Real intercession consumes the mind, overwhelms the heart and moves light and dark.

Tapping into the wells of God cannot be done by man's strength, it is an utter letting go of self and giving in to the Spirit's guidance of decision. Simply opening up and allowing sweet Jesus to have all. The joy of partnership is found in the pain of bearing griefs together. For there is a time to laugh and a time to cry, a time to mourn and a time to dance. It's about sensitivity to the One in relationship with.

The mind can comprehend pain, suffering, evil and darkness. The heart, however, never willfully chooses to give in to such sorrow. Especially when the pain addressed isn't for a loved one or even someone in your city, but halfway around the world; a complete stranger.

There you are pleading with God. Standing in the gap between wrath and love, demanding mercy. Asking for light. Crying out for justice, true justice. Not just money or a helping hand, but a real way out of hell on earth and in the age to come. Jesus is justice. Salvation is the only true freedom, no matter how free one may get from physical chains, beatings, bondage and oppression. It's a matter of the heart.

Still, it's good and right to stand in the gap and plead someone's case before God even if you aren't necessarily "feeling" it. Demons move and angels win, light breaks in. But had you never taken a stand time and time again there wouldn't be a chance to weep with the Lamb of heaven over injustice.

Months and months have gone by and I hadn't felt deep intercession, I hadn't been moved by the heartbeat of heaven. Pressing through the mundane in genuine, sincere intercession finally my heart moved. Finally tears dropped. Finally emotions pushed through the block of my busy mind. The months of standing on truth were well worth the fifteen minutes of bearing the burden of the Lord for His heart for children in Mumbai, India trapped in human trafficking.

No, I didn't see immediate breakthrough. But history with the Lord happened. Partnership with His heart occurred.

I want to encourage every weary intercessor to keep pushing through. Continue praying, asking the Spirit to give you the gift of intercession, to teach you how to pray, to feel how God feels about injustice.

I heard the Lord say Isaiah 45:3, I will give you the treasures of darkness and hidden riches of secret place, that you may know that I, the Lord, who call you by your name, am the God of Israel.

To the darkness I declared, "you cannot have them, give them up!"

I saw this picture of a little girl; so innocent, so precious yet preyed upon by wicked men. Everytime "let there be light" was sung I would see this "rope" of children holding one another's hand. They were coming out of this deep, dark pit and into light by every chorus and every prayer, conveyed into the arms of Christ.

I then saw the prayers of the saints releasing light around individual children in their beds, in cages, behind bars. It's all by the name of Jesus. Every chain is broken by the blood of the Lamb.

The darkness must give up these treasures, they cannot have them. They are our sons, our daughters, our brother, our sisters.

Letting Jesus hold my heart makes me a lover. Jesus letting me hold His heart makes me an intercessor.

A New Adventure

I'm embarking on writing a book.

I expected that in my fifties I would be released to begin, once wisdom from life settled in and I gained so much insight and revelation after decades of following Jesus.

Maybe the young can teach the young. Maybe God would use a twenty year old to touch the heart of this generation in her generation.

Lou Engle humorously stated, "You can't live your life off a prophetic word, but sometimes you just have to try!"

I'm going to try. I may not have any college experience or a degree, but I know I have a voice.

The Doorway of Depravity

At times it can seem like frustration overtakes the mind when the standards of my own heart I cannot seem to live up to. The sense of never attaining perfection annoys and wearies me. Why can I not sanctify myself through simple disciplines and rigors?


The truth is that disciplines are tools to remaining in conversation with the Spirit, not the religion itself. How easily tools distract. How prone to make disciplines and schedules the one I’m in relationship with, rendering me an idol worshipper. And it is this sense of falling short that my depravity bleeds through.

Even when looking at this depravity, my utter helplessness, I become even more sickened by my own self. Yet I forget to look at the fact that my depravity is the key that unlocks the door to the throne of mercy. It’s the entry way in which I need God. For if I were not hungry, I would not run to bread for life and sustenance.

If in my depravity of sin He wanted me near, how much more in my depravity of sanctification? If I were perfect, flawless in every way, I would not run to Him in my time of need to obtain mercy and grace.

My depravity isn’t meant to lock me in shame away from Him. It’s meant to unlock mercy.

My depravity doesn’t keep me at an arm’s distance away, it draws me into the embrace of lovingkindness.

I was made to be a companion, not an acquaintance.

That’s why He created. The Creator created in order to love. Paul was given a thorn in his side so that pride would not overtake him. Humanity exists because Jesus breathes. How weak is flesh that I cannot provide breath for myself.

Constant struggle, consistent battle of the flesh, all for what? All to run to Love. All to depend on One who longs to be called on. The One who longs to respond to my cry of help.

Depravity is not coming to a dead end, it’s the doorway into communion.