Some reflections on First Peter…be sober and be vigilant….
I have been gripped by recounting the entire book of First Peter and seeing all this as a grand launching out into the deep. This is an experiment for us modern Christians to trust the unrestricted Word of God with our lives. Just like with Gideon, we can put out the fleece, trust God with the incurably impossible, and fight a massive enemy…through the blood of the Lamb and the word of our testimony. We are NO LONGER CHRISTIANS…oh let us be LIVING STONES. Maybe a jostling in definition, a rearranging of terms we’ve grown all too comfortable with will help us see what we really need to be. To be builded upon. Holy structures fit for the City of God. I am so utterly sick of all this agreeableness with a powerful Bible that we aren’t willing to put to foot and hand.
So let us live! By His stripes we are healed! The Kingdom of heaven is near! Why not launch out with thrown bodies on the altar? ARE YOU NOT LIVING SACRIFICES? Then let this affect you and infect you further within than ever.
Your Kingdom come…Your will be done…ON EARTH AS IT IS IN HEAVEN! This is REVIVAL! You promise sky-born power. And I want to receive ALL of it. “It’s coming; it’s coming the Power of the Holy Ghost. I receive it; I receive it…the power of the Holy Ghost!”–Welsh Revival Hymn.
So GO! Wrestle with Scripture you don’t do…you WON’T DO. We have no right to complain…no rock to hide under. If you are powerless and listless and feel as if you are barely alive, go to the Father of Lights and trade in your filthy garments for festal robes. And if we don’t ACT, we commit our feet to quicksand and our ears to the callused hardness that will soon leave us deaf by the side of the road as Jesus walks by with healing in His wake. Don’t miss Him! He is here! He is now! Oh let us go out to Him, who suffered outside the camp.
Peter says so many times that we will suffer too. And we think this is some kind of take-it or leave-it statement. It wasn’t! This was non-negotiable. If we are getting by with NO suffering or an aversion to it, we have become bedfellows with apostasy. Good night dead Christian, good night! The dirt is piled up to your neck; you are 5 1/2 feet under. You are useless to your “God,” that term here used loosely. You are tasteless salt with no further use. Why would you settle for this?