“Do not be slothful in zeal, but be fervent in spirit, serving the Lord.” -Rom. 12.11
There is no such thing as true Christian faith without a flame of adoration for God’s holiness and love.
Please hear these words from Jonathan Edwards (1703-1758), written during a season wherein the the Lord had breathed on his soul in a powerful manner. Open your own heart today, and allow the Lord to spark a fresh hunger for Himself in your own life:
My sense of divine things gradually increased, and became more and more lively, and had more inward sweetness. The appearance of everything was altered; there seemed to be, as it were, a calm, sweet cast, or appearance of divine glory, in almost everything. God’s excellency, His wisdom, His purity and love, seemed to appear in everything; in the sun, moon, and stars; in the clouds, and blue sky; in the grass, flowers, trees; in the water, and all nature; which used greatly to fix my mind. I often used to sit and view the moon for continuance; and in the day, spent much time in viewing the clouds and sky, to behold the sweet glory of God in these things; in the mean time, singing forth, with a low voice my contemplations of the Creator and Redeemer…
I felt then great satisfaction, as to my good state; but that did not content me. I had vehement longings of soul after God and Christ, and after more holiness, wherewith my heart seemed to be full, and ready to break; which often brought to my minds the words of the Psalmist in Ps. 119.28. My soul breaketh for the longing it hath. I often felt a mourning and lamenting in my heart, that I had not turned to God sooner, that I might have had more time to grow in grace. My mind was greatly fixed on divine things; almost perpetually in the contemplation of them. I spent most of my time in thinking of diving things, year after year; often walking alone in the woods, and solitary places, for meditation, soliloquy, and prayer, and converse with God; and it was always my manner, at such times to sing forth my contemplations. I was almost constantly in fervent vocal prayer, wherever I was. Prayer seemed to be natural to me, as the breath by which the inward burnings of my heart had vent.
What have we known of vehement longings? Almost constantly fervent, vocal prayer? Inward burnings of heart?
May the Spirit of God move upon us in such ways, and may our hearts cry out to the Lord like never before for God Himself, for the increase of holiness and love, and for a holy flame that will not be quenched by the spirit of this age!
“As the deer pants for streams of water,
So my soul pants for You, O God.
My soul thirsts for God,
For the living God;
When shall I come and meet with God?”