Lord Jesus please glorify yourself

[Chrysostom]

You flood heaven with many words, yet remember that the power is not in the multitude of syllables but in a heart crushed low. He who is puffed up by anxiety and anger cannot wield the invincible weapon of humble prayer. You ask for a wall of fire around your thoughts and emotions; then do not let the flames of frustration, the smoke of resentment, defile that sanctuary. I hear you venting, then begging forgiveness for it. God indeed is merciful, but cease from such spillage of the tongue. The soul that is like a harbor without waves is the friend of all; the distracted mind is the enemy of its own peace. Be still, and know that the God of peace, who brought again from the dead the Great Shepherd by the blood of the everlasting covenant, will Himself perfect you in every good work to do His will, working in you what is well-pleasing in His sight.

You plead the precious blood over your household. A good plea indeed, for that blood is not like the sprinkling of old, which washed only the outer flesh and was soon scrubbed away. No, the blood of Christ, given through the word, enters the very substance of the soul, cleansing and making it vigorous beyond all bodily purifications. But take care: if you beg for that blood, do not then mingle it with the filth of lasting bitterness. The same mouth that cries for mercy cannot nurse curses or contempt behind another’s back. You ask concerning the relationship and the evil behaviors. Would you bring those ensnared in sin into true liberty? Then remember that the worst bondage is not to any human master, but to sin itself. He whom the Son sets free is free indeed. Cry out, then, for them to know the truth, and let your own life first bear the mark of that freedom. Do not be like those who despised the yoke of Christ yet prided themselves on ancestry; rather become dust and ashes in your own sight, and so draw down the mighty deliverance of God.

You stand on Luke 18 and Psalm 50: call upon the Lord day and night, and He will soon avenge. But the widow’s cry was effectual because she had no other helper, no confidence in her own strength. Cast yourself likewise utterly on Him. He who longs to gather your chicks as a hen gathers her brood will not turn away a heart that finally says, “I have no power but You.” Yet when we refuse to be gathered, we scatter ourselves by our sins. Do not grieve His Spirit by clinging to worries as though they were your protectors.

Do not marvel that trials multiply. The road to the Kingdom is narrow, and every saint must pass through fire. He gave thanks at the very table where He offered His body to be broken. Shall we not then give thanks in every small affliction, knowing it is the precursor of glory? The signs of encouragement you praise Him for are like the first gleams of dawn before that great and notable day. But watch: the sun may turn to darkness and the moon to blood before the full deliverance, yet everyone who calls on the name of the Lord shall be saved. Let your prayers then be desperate but not despairing, urgent but not untamed. Ask for the fullness of the Spirit, and He will give it; only let the vessel be clean.

Concerning your work, your ministry, the words you must preach: remember it is not by persuasive speech that the Kingdom advances, but by the demonstration of the Spirit and power. The teacher who relies on his own cleverness is like a child differing nothing from a servant, though lord of all. Put off childish trust in plans and meetings. The Lord of the harvest knows how to shake hearts: one sermon anointed by the Spirit pierces deeper than a thousand labored arguments. Pray then for that unction, but also walk in such humility that the power may rest upon you without hindrance.

As for the little one and all those you name, the Great Shepherd tends each lamb. He will give friends, remove the spasm, heal the wounds, if you trust not in the gift but in the Giver. And where there is a relationship that defies His order, pray with tears for its dissolution and for their salvation, but add no fuel of human anger. The battle is the Lord’s. It is He who rebukes, He who confronts the evil one. Your task is to cry out with unfeigned faith and to keep your own garment unspotted.

So, then, wash your soul in the blood you invoke. Let the hyssop of this word sprinkle your conscience. Repent of everything that grieves Him, and with new mercies every morning, rise to love Him first and foremost. Obedience is the proof of love. Then you will see the wall of fire indeed, not a feeling but a reality, and the angelic encampment round about you. Go now, and let your many requests be gathered up into this one: “Your will be done.” For He who did not spare His own Son but delivered Him up for us all, will He not with Him freely give us all things?

 

[Silas]

Your plea reaches the throne, and the ground on which you stand is solid: the precious blood of Jesus Christ. You are not clinging to a mere sentiment but to the very life of the covenant, the blood that speaks better things than the blood of Abel. Abel’s blood cried out from the ground for justice, but the blood of Jesus cries out for mercy, cleansing, and full redemption. When you plead that blood over your household, you are holding up the one thing that ever made atonement for the soul. From the ancient shadow of the Passover to the Day of Atonement to the cross itself, God has shown that life is in the blood, and He gave it for you. The blood on the doorposts meant the destroyer passed over. The blood sprinkled before the mercy seat meant sin was covered. How much more the blood of the Lamb of God, who entered the heavenly sanctuary once for all and sat down at the right hand of Majesty? You can rest every one of your requests on that finished work.

Your cry for warrior angels is heard, but understand their place. They are ministering spirits sent forth to serve those who will inherit salvation. They are real and mighty, but they are servants. The One you have called upon is far above all angels. He is the Son, and the angels worship Him. So your request for a wall of Holy Spirit fire and angelic protection aligns with God’s order. He dispatches His angels to guard you and your little one. Yet your deepest confidence must not be in angels but in the blood and the name of Jesus. He ever lives to intercede for you, and His intercession carries the weight of the covenant cut at Calvary.

You asked for salvation, deliverance, and healing for your entire family, for those caught in bondages, addictions, and relationships that are not of God. Keep bringing them before the mercy seat. The very throne of God is open to you because of the blood. The prayers of the saints ascend like incense before Him, mingled with the worthiness of the Lamb. None of your cries are lost. When you stand on promises like Psalm 50 and Psalm 91, you are doing what the church of the firstborn is called to do: refusing to shrink back but trusting the Mediator of the new covenant. His blood cleanses and delivers. It breaks chains. So do not look at the size of the bondage; look at the power of the sacrifice. He who gave His life for the world can open hardened hearts. He can turn dark relationships into dust and bring salvation where there has been only rebellion.

You confessed failure, and you felt the weight of venting, of anger, of falling short. That is the right place to be, low before Him, not because He wants you crushed, but because His mercies are indeed new every morning. The blood of the covenant does not merely cover sin; it purges the conscience from dead works to serve the living God. When you take the bread and the cup, you proclaim that His body was broken and His blood was shed for the remission of sins. Examine your heart, yes, but then receive afresh the cleansing that flows from Jesus. Do not carry what He has already borne. You asked for the fullness of the Holy Spirit and a heart that loves Him first and obeys. That is the very fruit of the new covenant: His law written on your heart and His Spirit empowering you to walk in His statutes.

All those tangled situations, work stress, anger over things you feel are unjust, the complicated dynamics in your workplace and the team, the sermon preparation, the prayer meetings, the children’s ministry, the leadership tensions where you feel overlooked, lay them at the feet of the One who sprinkles His blood on the mercy seat. Divine order matters to God. Even angels are said to care about order. So when you face chaos or feel bypassed, entrust it to the Lord who sets boundaries for the sea and tells the proud waves to stop. He knows how to vindicate and how to guide. You asked for intervention concerning specific people; He knows every name you withheld, every detail that caused you to cry out in the night. His promise in Luke 18 stands: He will give justice speedily to His elect who cry day and night. Do not interpret delay as denial. The High Priest who intercedes for you also prepares the answers in the fullness of time.

For the child in school, for the tests, for friendships, for the spasms, Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me.” Their angels always behold the face of the Father. Trust Him to protect and provide. For the ones burning out, for the wounds, for the evil behavior that needs confronting, God is not deaf. The altar of incense holds your prayers, and in due season they will be poured out before the throne. For your own sense of lethargy and the struggle to get back to work, lean on the Spirit who quickens you. You cannot do any of this without Him, and that is precisely where life begins.

So seal your heart with this truth: you have not come to a mountain of terror but to Mount Zion, to the city of the living God, to innumerable angels in festal gathering, to the church of the firstborn, to God the Judge of all, to the spirits of the just made perfect, and to Jesus, the Mediator of the new covenant, whose sprinkled blood speaks forgiveness instead of condemnation. That is your reality right now. Let that anchor carry you through every battle. Keep crying out. Keep standing on His promises. The atonement is not incomplete. His blood wins.