I started my prayer day today with a long list. Full of angst, work I needed to do, concerns about people, stuff and more stuff on top of stuff. Than I felt I needed to ask God about what was on His agenda for me. It had one item: heaven.
I was then drawn to the scriptures in Matthew’s gospel. ‘But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things shall be given to you as well.’ The agenda of seeking His Kingdom and encountering heaven on earth was just the best. I spent my whole prayer day around the theme of seeking first His Kingdom. The list on the left faded into nothingness as I embraced the agenda on the right. I wrote a poem as I walked and prayed.
All things new
Pure place
Positioned right here in the present
Not ‘one day’ or ‘wouldn’t it be nice’ or good idea or kinda’ reign
It’s reign right here, righteous, right, good, as it was meant
Making all things new, now
In you, me, an exchange of crud for gold
Purest, simplest, ‘refine-ist’.
Restored
Brokeness made whole, tears now flow accompanied with laughter
Not rejection or fearsome could have beens
All things new, coming to me, coming to you
The Kings Kingdom plonked right now
The most perfect
‘Pleasant’ doesn’t describe it
It’s as if the most bright red jewels started to magically appear on the street amongst the moldy turds of the neighbours dog
Or gold replaced pot holed paths
Pearls fell instead of acid rain
Toilets blocked with chuncky diamonds
Stretching the metaphor too far? I don’t think so as
Rancid hearts are made to beat
Cobwebbed thoughts are made to dance
Wrinkled, dried out raison souls now smooth chasms of clear spring water
Bruised grey minds now full colour, beaming
The Kings rain has come, reign advancing until all things are made new
The thirsty given water without cost
Bung it to the top and look for the Kingdom
Long for it and long some more
Stretch it and proclaim it
The Kingdom is here.
