I’ve come to the conclusion That I was born to gaze upon the Beauty of the Lord. Everything else falls ever so low beneath this calling. While earthly callings and accomplishments are wonderful, there is nothing that holds a candle to gazing on the Beauty of my Beloved. Nothing rivals the desire to gaze and nothing rivals the fulfillment of the gaze while at the same time igniting an unrivaled hunger that yearns all the more to gaze again - producing more fulfillment and all the more hunger in an ever-increasing cycle until your heart burns insatiably with a Maranatha cry - because the day you see Him in the fullness of His glory is the day your soul mourns for with a longing too deep for words. This is what it is to love Jesus. There’s no half-way love. There is burning love alone that pervades the heart blinding your eyes so that He is all that you see. The gaze produces the gasoline that makes the flames of love that burn within the soul almost unbearable. A love that weeps out of desperation with hunger to see more of His beauty and this desire begins to transcend everything within - overtaking all desires where only one remains… And like David exclaimed, so too does every heart that has even for a moment truly gazed upon His beauty, “One thing have I asked of the Lord, that will I seek, inquire for, and require: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold and gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and to meditate, consider, and inquire in His temple. This world has nothing that shines like Jesus. This world has nothing more precious than Him. How wide is the path that most settle for. Because narrow is the way and few find it. One has no other higher calling than to live ever-gazing. In these times there is a war over our gaze. What has our eyes? What has our heart? What has our attention? It is not a matter of not having time. It is a matter of where we are looking in the time that we have. There is an inner heart posture that may remain always gazing. This world is filled with trivial things. Meaningless things. Things that will burn up. This world is filled with noise. But how perfect is the quiet. With the heart turned toward Him, open for Him, worshipping Him, looking to Him. Make my eyes as a magnet that keep their gaze ever on You. Hold me close to You with a willing spirit that obeys whatever You say. I surrender my life into Your hands. You are the potter. I am the clay. Whatever You want me to be for You, just mold me into that form. I have no requests for my desires are not in what I can be. My only request is just one thing. Whatever You make of me- Whether it be big or whether it be small - I have no mind. As long as I get to gaze upon Your beauty every desire of my heart will be met. It’s not what I can become. It’s not what I can do or what I can get. It’s not what You can do through me. My one desire is to gaze upon You. This is the prize. This is why I’m alive. When the schedules call for the worship to end and everyone sits in their pew, You can count on me, Jesus, to keep ever-gazing. I will not take my eyes off of You. There is nothing of this world that could ever compare, than to gaze upon Your beauty and stay forever there.
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