The room was pretty full. As I looked around, there was quite a variety of God’s creatures. All friends of the Creator. “Hello, my name is Mike. . .and I’m a human.” They all responded in unison. “Hello Mike.” Another HA meeting. Recovery. Renovation. Renewal. A room full of hidden Treasure. All wonderfully peculiar in their own way.
“If you will obey My voice indeed and keep my covenant, then you shall be a peculiar treasure to Me above all the people.” Exodus 19:5
A peculiar treasure. In the Old Testament Hebrew language, the phrase “peculiar treasure” means: wealth; jewel; special, the King’s favorite.” And yet, ask the HA members how often they feel that way about themselves. They’re trying to live one day at a time. . .letting go, and letting God. On the wagon, off the wagon. Peace, distress. Rest, anxiety. Life, death. Success, failure. Constantly changing seasons.
We had a Guest Speaker today. He knows all about Full Recovery. As a babe, born in a manger, and as a Perfect Man, He Personified what True Sobriety is meant to be. I see all the Dumbos smiling and those big ears are just waiting for those words from His lips.
“You are a holy people in the eyes of the Lord, your God; and the Lord has chosen you to be a peculiar people to Him, above all the nations upon the earth.” Deuteronomy 14:2.
A Peculiar People. A Flock of Jewels. Rich beyond Measure. The eagles know its true. The Breath of the Spirit has enabled them to soar and to see for themselves, the Son Who gave His Life and died for them. . .and now gives His own Life to empower them. They can do all things through Him who gives them strength.
When I took the garbage out this morning, I noticed the wild zebra grasses in the front yard. They are golden in color and in the winter season. For all practical purposes, apparently dead. But no more dead than Lazarus was, lying lifeless 4 days in the tomb. Jesus had said to His disciples that Lazarus was only sleeping. His words, “Lazarus come forth,” roused him out of his deep sleep, and he walked out of the tomb, alive. The wild grasses are only sleeping. They will revive in the Spring and return with all their beauty and splendor, as will all perennials. . .especially the sheep of His flock.
Webster defines a “perennial” as: lasting indefinitely; impervious to change; permanent; regularly repeated. The youngest Lily at the meeting just raised her hand. Yes, Love? “Doesn’t the word Perennial begin with the letter P?” From the mouth of babes.:) The whole group smiled and nodded their approval. He is the Perennial. He alone is impervious to change. He alone lived a life of permanent Obedience and Perpetual Love. . .over and over and over again.
“Because of the Lord’s great Love, we are not consumed. His Love and Compassion never fails. It is new every morning. Great is Thy faithfulness.” Lamentations
Seasons change and with the same words and power He used to raise sleeping Lazarus, He says “Come Forth,” and His sleeping, peculiar people are brought back through His Life and His Love. . .and to His Perfect Peace.
Union with THE Perennial. Entitled as sons to His Divine Power. His Divine Wisdom. His Divine Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Forgiveness, Self-control and Faith itself. The ABC’s of Life for His Peculiar people and when they are wintering in their struggles and trials, they realize they can do all things through Him. They are ready for anything and equal to anything through their Day Spring on High. Jesus, the Savior of their soul and their Power for life.
“You are a chosen generation, a royal and holy nation; a peculiar people. . .Who has called you out of the darkness of winter into the marvelous Light of the Spring.” 1Peter2:9
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