“In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Master sitting on a throne—high, exalted!—and the train of his robes filled the Temple. Angel-seraphs hovered above him, each with six wings. With two wings they covered their faces, with two their feet, and with two they flew. And they called back and forth one to the other, Holy, Holy, Holy is GOD -of-the-Angel-Armies. His bright glory fills the whole earth. The foundations trembled at the sound of the angel voices, and then the whole house filled with smoke. I said, “Doom! It’s Doomsday! I’m as good as dead! Every word I’ve ever spoken is tainted— blasphemous even! And the people I live with talk the same way, using words that corrupt and desecrate. And here I’ve looked God in the face! The King! GOD -of-the-Angel-Armies!” Then one of the angel-seraphs flew to me. He held a live coal that he had taken with tongs from the altar. He touched my mouth with the coal and said, “Look. This coal has touched your lips. Gone your guilt, your sins wiped out.” And then I heard the voice of the Master: “Whom shall I send? Who will go for us?” I spoke up, “I’ll go. Send me!” Isaiah 6:1-8
When I see the Lord as He is, I see myself as I am
He reveals the deepest part of me; he scopes through the secret places and shines his light on them. And, he deals with those things he sees. Nothing is hidden. And, that’s the way it should be. There should be no fear in his examination because with it comes healing and ministry. Before I can love others I must undergo his heart change surgery. Otherwise, my life is a shallow one.
I cannot really do until I am
Isaiah saw the Lord, saw his own heart, saw his people and culture. He was healed and then sent. That’s the pattern of intimacy and service. I have spent time mastering the mechanics without intimacy. I want to look like I have an intimate relationship. Gladly, that is not enough for the Lord. He passionately seeks me out.
There is no shortcut to intimacy
This journey is not quick, easy, natural or automatic. It requires decisions and disciplines. The sad thing is that most often I have refused to take the time to be still before my Lord and let him do his work.
Lord, if I really saw you today, who would I see? And, what about me would be revealed? Isaiah saw doom, good as dead. He replayed his words and found them tainted and even blasphemous. Heal my heart today. Set me on a path of true intimacy. Keep me from erecting only facades.