I pray that they will be one, just as you and I are one – as you are in me, Father, and I am in you. And may they be in us so that the world may believe you sent me. (John 17 v 21)
I will give them singleness of heart and action, so that they will always fear me and that all will then go well for them and for their children after them. (Jeremiah 32 v 39)
We are one in the Spirit, we are one in the Lord, and we pray that all unity will one day be restored, and they’ll know we are Christians by our love. We will walk with each other, we will walk hand in hand, and together we’ll spread the news that God is in our land, and they’ll know we are Christians by our love. All praise to the Father from whom all things come, and all praise to Christ Jesus His only son, and all praise to the Spirit who makes us one. (Jason Upton)
Last night my Church met to pray for unity.
To mirror the prayer of Jesus in John 17. That we would be one, as He and the Father are one. That we would be one in the image of the Trinitarian God. And that He would help us where we are so desperately weak.
To be One.
Two images powerfully struck me throughout the course of the evening.
1. The beauty of the Trinity.
I remember praying for a fresh revelation of the Trinity last year as I drove through the Northern Highlands. And as I prayed, God gave me a really clear picture of three equal, but yet distinct people, in a perfect, beautiful dance. The music I could hear in the background was this crescendo of sound and perfectly blended and harmonised notes. The picture shone with a combination of radiant colours, that dazzled in a spectacular brightness. The dance was detailed and fluid and completely unified to the sound and the light. And into this scene, I became aware of my own presence.
That I stood in the centre of this unity, being invited to join the dance of the Eternal God.
And I became freshly aware of my Papa. My Abba who gently holds me and soothes me and brings calm to my soul.
Precious Jesus. Whose eyes burn with blazing fire, and who fights to redeem us from the pit of emptiness. He who is both beautiful and terrifying.
And Holy Spirit. My best friend, my comforter, and He who gives boldness in my timidity and strength in my weakness.
Three, yet One.
And inviting us to be unified, first to God, and then to each other.
2. Glue. Yes, glue.
As I was praying with so many others from my Church family, I had the overwhelming image of love being the glue that literally sticks us together.
Sticks us together.
Past offence, and disagreements, and changing seasons.
Love that chooses to love, and loves to love, because it is rooted in Love.
Me and a number of my friends do this thing where we try and bless each other randomly. In small, practical ways.
And it’s contagious.
Not just in our friendship group, but lived out with others. With non Christians. And those it is hard to love.
In becoming more thoughtful. More servant hearted. More outward focused.
More than a feeling, and into a practical action.
A daily choice.
And I have such a long way to go, but by God’s grace I am learning.
Today I received 5 surprise blessings from friends (this doesn’t happen every day… I think it’s like buses… :-))
And I felt loved.
This was one of my favourites:
Thank You Jesus, for Your precious bride, of which I am humbled to be a part.