Anyone who has spent time in a land where a different language is spoken knows just how much it can impact your daily existence – even in small ways that add up. It made me think about something bigger…
There is an ancient language, that has always existed. Long before we could measure time itself, this language brought order to chaos and spoke form to formless. The language was shared by both creator and creation, but it didn’t take long before the language was forgotten by those created to speak it into and over creation.
It was the language of love. The language of life. The language of new.
The language of God.
The brokenness in what was intended to be natural communication caused pain. A father whose children no longer knew what it meant that they were loved infinitely and intimately. These children pursued other sources of identity and value. So He “called out” a people and enabled them to speak this language with Him. It was meant to be a living illustration for all peoples, of what life could be like with these new ancient linguistic capabilities. Finally, the world was ready, and He came down to tear down the walls of silence separating those who could not speak or hear.
The Word was for all. Some chose to listen, and not speak. Some chose to speak, and not listen. Some misunderstood, for the words they heard were not the ancient Word, but merely poor imitations of those who’d grown able to repeat what they’d heard, but had no idea how such grammar functioned.
Yet God continued to hear and speak, and this ancient language was changing lives and bringing redemption to brokenness, light to darkness, love to emptiness, and hope to hopeless. It is the whisper of a space and time where such language will be the ONLY language spoken by all. Many have heard the proclamation that such a time has arrived even now, and have begun to speak that way.
But such language was foreign to the self-centered dialects that had been established over time. As the people aware of this ancient tongue go out speaking the language of New Creation, they grow tired of the constant need for translation and surroundings that don’t seem to understand. So regularly, these New Creation citizens gather together for encouragement. They celebrate by joining as one voice and hearing from God, and go out with a renewed commitment to help others recover the language they were born to speak.
Unfortunately, some have allowed such gathering to become the purpose and goal of the language. We are reminded that the purpose of language is to be spoken. The purpose of this ancient transforming love and life-giving language is that it would be heard and spoken by all. It is the language of New Creation. The language that will transform your home, your community, and our world. The language of Love found in the life and Words of Jesus Christ.
These words may not always make sense to the language our world has learned to speak. These words may look foolish. But they are Love, in ways our creation was made to receive ages ago…and will one day again fully.
Will you hear the Father’s love today? Will you speak? Will you join with others who need the encouragement of your presence in such endeavors? You are invited…
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