Deliverance is one such word.
Several weeks ago I began hearing a relatively new song by the group Selah called "You Deliver Me". From the first hearing to the most recent, the song grips my soul, bringing with it a flood of emotion. It speaks not only to my rationale self, but to that part of me I don't always understand: my spirit.
What does it mean to be delivered, anyway?
The scriptures tell us that it's God's provision for rescuing His own from danger, or peril. Those dangers and/or perils span everything - from trouble to terror; from persecution to sickness; from afflictions to addictions; from unseen onslaughts to visible enemies ... and then some.
... for I know ... what has happened
to me will turn out for my deliverance.
I eagerly expect and hope ... that I will
have sufficient courage so that now, as
always, Christ will be exalted in my body ...
I realize many associate the word, as well as the concept it conveys with demonic activity and/or exorcism. That may well be among the litany of things from which to be delivered, but it's certainly not my focus here (nor do I believe a believer can be, or is EVER possessed).
Rather, I'm simply attempting to convey (if only to remind myself) how privileged are we to live beneath the watchful eye of so great, so caring, and so personal a God that such a thing - deliverance - is even possible.
So how does it work? Is there a formula, an incantation, a recipe for whipping up deliverance?
We ask. We wait. We trust. His love never fails - no matter how, or when, or in what form His deliverance arrives. He arrives., and with Him the deliverance most needful.
The wise man in the storm prays to God,
not for safety from danger,
but deliverance from fear.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Footnote: Almost like connective tissue to make this concept real, the mental image - the visual - I have for deliverance dates back to 1972.
My daughter was roughly 18 months old at the time, and we were among family at my sister's home, where everyone was enjoying her swimming pool on a particularly hot day. There was Molly, at once sitting on the top step to the pool, then next stepping her say down, down, down onto the lowest step - BENEATH the water.
It happened so fast none of us got to her before her underwater plunge, but we needn't have worried. She didn't panic or thrash, or sink deeper. She merely stood on that bottom step, holding her breath and with her hand extended to reach above the water line, waiting for someone to rescue her; to deliver her.
She had no doubt or fear because she had confidence instead; not in her own ability to deliver herself from peril, but in the hands of those she knew would come to her deliverance.
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