A Heavenly Language

IN AN ENDLESS TRADITION OF GOD'S WORD AND THE MIRACULOUS!!!

"I am crucified with Christ..." -Galatians 2:20


How beautiful it is to see christians stand up and declare, with such a great boldness that, "I am crucified with Christ," after thirty minutes of being under the voice of an inspiring Man of God. Sometimes, with an aura too overwhelming, a tear escapes the confines of my eyes as I join them in afffirmation of Apostle Paul's words. Funny isn't it that the atmosphere we find ourselves in, when in Church, takes an upheaval immediately we breathe in fresh air the wind brings on our way home. Sometimes it takes only an hour (to be truthful, most times less) only to have almost forgotten today was a Sunday. Ha! I hope you no longer wonder what Jesus meant when He said that, "the word of the Lord is like a seed; some land on the floor and the birds come and pick it up..."
Dearly beloved, how innocent you are of this! For those who have attained unto righteousness by works will not have a clue of what I'm talking about, but for us who know, of a truth, that,"our sufficiency is not of ourselves," can say we've have been found guilty of this unfortunate tragedy.
Do you ever wonder the frame of mind of Paul when he beat his chest to declare such heavenly tongues of mystery: "I am crucified with Christ!"
Without ever seeing Paul, I could vouch that he meant that there should be an exclamation at that point; a pause of thought; a silence of all human wisdom; a letting go of worries that seem to cloud the present; a centurion's order to halt while every inclination of his subordinates is to obey, without understanding; a divine order for all hearts to stop in defiance of nature- for a revelation has just being made! When Paul said, "I know a man, whether in the body or out of the body, I don't know, who was caught up in the heavens and heard things unfit for a man to hear," atleast, we now have an idea what he meant.
Try saying it, O saint of God, "I am crucified with Christ!" Again. One more time. It ain't gonna hurt yah; it won't kill you mate; wa guan, say it; make una say am... Irrespective of the languages of mankind, it will come to a time that as you meditate on those words and say it, you will come to feel a strong clutch on the reins of your heart, and come to experience the superiority of the nudging over the feeling; then you will find yourself in the upper room with the disciples on Pentecost-the endueing power of His Spirit. Atlas! those tongues of fire will purge you and in all truthfulness, and with all sincerity, you have learnt another, of the language of the heavens: one is 'Halleluyah,' and another, "I am crucified with Christ!" Come on. Don't wait for me. Go on. Finish it.
"Nevertheless I live, yet not I but Christ lives in me, and the life I live, I live by faith in the Son of God who loved me and gave Himself for me."
What better time to start learning the language you will find yourself overwhelmed with, when you finally get to the place filled with jasper and streets paved with gold and precious stones! And beyond the billions of angels and saints and the beauty of beauties, that blind out the former world from the windows of your soul, coupled with the enchanting orchestra of praise crying, "Holy! Holy!! Holy!!!"- there lies the One. This time you won't forget, for He is the Christ you claimed to be crucified with... the one you truly were crucified with!

Selah!

The prisoner of Christ