Monday, November 18, 2013

Day 323

Today  is Day 323 of  The Red Shoe Project.  It's Sunday and I am sporting my comfy RED flats.  Officially it is a day of rest.  Although I am doing my best to relax, my mind has been focusing on the word...

"Splendor"

Spendor   is another word for:    Majesty  --  Glory  --  Magnificence


This reminds me of one of my favorite portions of scripture:  Isaiah 6:1-8

"I saw the Lord,  seated on a throne,  high and exalted, 
and the train of his robe filled the temple."

Isaiah saw the Lord!  Can you imagine the splendor of it all?   I'm not sure I can even come close to really understanding what that was truly like.   Seraphs calling out to one another...

"Holy,  holy, holy is the Lord Almighty;
the whole earth is full of His glory!"

Whatever he saw was so spectacular -- so splendiferous -- so majestic --  that he thought he was going to die!

"Woe is me!  I am ruined!  
For I am a man of unclean lips!"

The angel touched his mouth with a hot, burning coal and announced that his sins had been atoned for.  Next thing you know, God spoke... 

"Whom shall I send?
Who will go for us!"

And Isaiah -- in such awe of His splendor -- couldn't seem to resist volunteering...

"Here I am!  Send me!"

Oh... how many times over the years did I run to the altar in response to someone preaching and asking "Who will go?"  I can't count them all.  
There were many!  

One time, in particular, sticks out in my mind as if it were just yesterday.  
I was a young Christian attending  North Providence Assembly of God  in Rhode Island.   My eyes were closed -- my hands lifted high -- tears running down my face.   My heart was pounding in my chest.    From the depths of my soul I cried out...
"Lord!  Send me!  I will go!" 

Who knew that God would take me up on that response so many times.  I've never yet been sent to Africa,  India  or  Japan.  But I have been sent to Washington state,  Florida and the Corporate World.  I've delivered food baskets to the needy.  I've visited hospitals to pray for the sick.  I even helped build an irrigation system in the hills of the Dominican Republic.  I never expected He would send me to any of those people or places.  Not to mention that,  many times past and many times present, He sent me right out my front door -- to teach Bible studies -- to Christmas carol -- to hold discussion groups.  All with the ultimate purpose of introducing Him to the world.  The list  is endless.    

Today... I'm still responding to that plea,  
"Lord send me! -- in Red Shoes!"  

What about you?

Gail