NO LIMITS

GREATEST TREASURE 

11/27/2014

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We all have gifts we cherish. Precious family and friends, comforts and possession, dreams and plans… They give us countless moments of joy, fill up our days, and quite honestly our hearts too. We feel we have been blessed— and rightly so. This time of year often brings a fresh wave of gratitude from our hearts to the Giver…

That’s what Thanksgiving is about anyway, so we’re on the right track, yeah?

Or maybe not.
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I wonder how much gratitude we would give if every gift the Giver has given was stripped away. 

Sure, we may be determined that we would not curse God… we would not turn our backs…

But would we be grateful— even joyful?

Because the thing is… God is the One who is supposed to be first and foremost in our hearts. He is the One that should give us the most moments of joy and fill up our days, and our hearts. 

And if we were just left with Him… we should find ourselves singing for joy that in loosing all else we can more fully embrace the greatest Gift.

But so often I find my own heart more attached to everything He has given than I am to the ultimate Gift Himself. I shrink from the thought that some of those gifts may not last forever… that seasons come and go… and so do gifts.

I look again at Job’s words— some of my favorite in all Scripture— and this time I begin to grasp a bit more what they really mean… “The Lord has given and the Lord has taken away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.”

One can only say such words when Jesus is the One loved more than all else. 
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I remember again the story that has been burning this lesson onto my heart of late…

He was a simple preacher, dedicated to giving every ounce of himself for his Maker and the people around him. And communist Russia would test his resolve. While returning from a secret church meeting in the home of a friend, Richard is quickly taken by two police men and shoved in the back of a taxi cab. Blindfold on, he is clueless to where he is being taken, except for the nagging idea in the back of his mind. He had known this day was coming. And as soon at the blindfold is removed and he can see the dull grey concrete walls that surround him he knows he was right. He is left to wonder at the length of his sentence.

Inside his cell, Richard Wurmbrand contemplates his fate. He had given himself to ministry and served with all his strength. But in the flurry of activity, it was easy to miss the depth of experience possible. His mind drifted back to the words of a friend… “there are only two kinds of Christians: those who sincerely believe in God and those who, just as sincerely, believe that they believe.” Now he would know which he was. 

Richard later wrote, “Did I believe in God? Now the test had come. I was alone. There was no salary to earn, no golden opinions to consider. God offered me only suffering— would I continue to love Him?”

Years of imprisonment followed. Richard had plenty of time to answer that questions. 14 years in fact.

Over and over he was questioned for his faith, and given every incentive imaginable to give it up. But to Richard it had become more than a faith. It was his best Friend he was being asked to turn his back on. He couldn’t do that.

Torture was the result. 

And in the midst of unimaginable suffering Richard was content… even incredibly joyful. He writes, “Words alone have never been able to say what man feels in the nearness of divinity. Sometimes I was so filled with joy that I felt I would burst if i did not give it expression.” Many times during the three years he spent in solitary confinement the guards found him dancing for joy. “I did not mind if my captors thought I was mad, for I had found a beauty in Christ that I had not known before.”

During torture he had a phrase that he would repeat over and over to keep his mind from the pain… “Jesus, dear Bridegroom of my soul, I love You.”

His captors were infuriated at his commitment to God and his fellow men, and arranged for a trial. Richard was quite ill when it took place, and when asked to speak he could only think of three words to say… “I love God.”

After eight years of appalling treatment and suffering Richard was set free… but he couldn’t rest while he thought of the many prisoners who sat in darkness without hope of the Savior he loved. He began to tell God that he was willing to go back to jail if that was His will. And after a few short months he was arrested and taken.

For six more years Richard faced horrible suffering for the God he loved so much. While the men around him crumbled and lost their faith in socialism and other political positions, he stood firm. All the tactics, torture, offers, and physiological methods the communists could employ could not induce him to leave the God he loved so much… the very God who had allowed him to be separated from his wife and son for fourteen years… the God who allowed him to live years without seeing the light of the sun, or eat a square meal, or sleep in a comfortable bed… the God who allowed his dreams to be dashed, and all his possessions to be taken. The God who knew that the real source of happiness is not found in material gifts, but in the incredible gift we have of cherishing Him as our best Friend.

Richard’s words sink into me… “I knew now that I was not play-acting. I believed.”

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And I wonder how we have allowed God to become anything less than our all... How we’ve become so consumed with all He gives that we miss Him.

Because so often we are like customers coming to Him and expecting Him to give us what we want.

How often do we come to Him purely for the joy of being in His presence? Just because we love Him?

The words of one of my favorite songs have been engraving themselves on my heart of late…

...What if right at midnight Jesus softly struck a match
Could that change everything, the light one flame could bring?
The deepest dark surrenders when One candle flickers brights
The same flame that in daytime would be lost in worlds of light
The night is not the enemy, for darkness tells this truth
Only One light lasts forever, only One light is truth.

God, if you have to make our world dark so that we can discern the Only One who lasts forever… do it. Our treasures are all yours. We want the true Treasure. We’re willing to face losses, prison walls, loneliness, the loss of all things save You so that the continual motto of our heart will be…

Jesus, dear Bridegroom of our souls, we love You…

...We love God.


This thanksgiving the deepest gratitude of my heart is for You. You are all. You are enough. 


High King of heaven… my treasure Thou art.


*Photo credit-- Yours truly :)


4 Comments
Seth Roberts
11/27/2014 08:28:13 pm

I really want to thank you for this message, but I should thank God. You have summoned one of the biggest threats to Gods kingdom. Jesus must get very depressed having to make the decision between blessing us or keeping us. Thank you again for sacrificing your time for every one here.

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Hannah Rayne
11/27/2014 09:55:04 pm

Thanks Seth. God is good. We always preach best what we need most. I long that this generation will experience Him, and find Him to be enough-- always. Because He is. More than enough.

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Sabrina Petersen link
11/28/2014 08:30:44 am

I hadn't thought of thanksgiving in that way. . Truly refreshing -- I know I fall so short, but you inspire me to aim higher, by His grace.
Were you reading about Richard Wurmbrand from his book Tortured for Christ?

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Hannah Rayne
11/30/2014 02:05:17 am

Praise God Sabrina. It is a call to go higher to me too. Actually, that was not from "Tortured for Christ" but "In God's Underground" also by Richard Wurmbrand. I do want to read the other one too sometime... :)

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