When He Walks Into the Room
There are moments when the very air changes. You breathe in and realize it is not oxygen filling your lungs. It is Him. It is the weight of the Lord pressing down on everything false, everything flimsy, everything that could not stand if the veil were ripped wide open.
The presence of the Lord is not polite. He does not ask permission to disrupt. He does not wait for you to prepare yourself with tidy prayers and dignified songs. He comes like fire. He comes like flood. He comes like the uncontainable. And when He comes, nothing can stay the same.
The Shaking of What We Have Built
We are very good at building structures that can be admired from a distance. Our churches are well designed. Our systems are efficient. Our lights and sound and schedules are perfected. But what we have built is often too fragile to hold Him. We have created sanctuaries that can hold thousands of people yet cannot hold one ounce of glory.
We have polished the art of performance. We have rehearsed the choreography of worship. We have learned how to make people comfortable. But in all our expertise we have lost the trembling.
The trembling is what the Lord is jealous for. He is not impressed by our strategies. He is not moved by our production. He is moved when a people collapse under the reality of His nearness. He is jealous for tears that fall without anyone orchestrating them. He is jealous for groans that rise from the deepest place of hunger.
Religion lets you stay safe. The Presence will not. The Presence is dangerous. The Presence is the undoing of everything you have trusted in that is not Him.
The Offense of His Desire
The greatest scandal is not that He is powerful. The greatest scandal is that He is personal. The living God does not simply tolerate you. He does not stand far away waiting for you to improve yourself. He wants you. He wants the real you.
Not the version of yourself that knows how to perform in a church service. Not the version of yourself that knows how to look strong in front of your friends. He wants the broken you. He wants the angry you. He wants the ashamed you. He wants the version of you that you hope no one else ever sees.
When the Spirit of God makes this truth pierce your chest you will not be able to stand. Tears will come. Trembling will come. Not because of guilt and not because of manipulation but because of the sheer impossibility that the Lord of glory has set His desire on you.
This is what undoes the human heart. This is why people collapse in His presence. It is not hype. It is not emotionalism. It is the weight of perfect love coming close enough to breathe on you.
The Ruin of Safe Religion
What is left of your dignity when the King comes near. All the careful masks shatter. All the clever excuses dissolve. You are left exposed before the One who sees you more clearly than you see yourself.
But here is the miracle. He sees it all and still chooses to stay. He does not recoil at your failures. He does not withdraw when the hidden mess comes to the surface. His presence is not scared of your darkness. His presence is the light that consumes it.
We have grown comfortable with sermons that inform us but do not transform us. We have learned how to sit through services that leave us impressed but not undone. But when He truly enters the room there is no such thing as safe religion anymore. The agenda is ruined. The sermon notes are forgotten. The only thing left is a holy collapse on the floor crying stay do not leave me like this.
The Mark of a Room That Has Been Visited
I do not want a gathering where people leave talking about how good the message was. I want a room where no one can speak at all because they are trembling. I want a room where the glory of God makes time irrelevant. I want a room where people stumble out with swollen eyes because they were seen and known and loved in a way that cannot be explained.
The goal is not to collect more information. The goal is not to build better notes in your journal. The goal is encounter. The goal is for the Bride to be ruined by love until nothing else looks satisfying anymore.
When He comes close, all the noise of life fades into the background. You forget about the clock. You forget about your image. You forget about your strategies. You are reduced to one cry. Stay.
That is the only cry of a heart undone. Do not leave me like this. Do not let me go back to business as usual. Stay until every part of me is remade. Stay until my desires are reordered. Stay until the fire burns up everything lesser.
The Fire That Cannot Be Contained
You were not created to survive on fumes. You were not designed to limp through another year on borrowed strength. You were created to burn. You were made for the flame of His presence to consume you until there is nothing left but love.
This is not a poetic idea. This is the reason you exist. The ache you feel when you are alone in the night is not weakness. It is evidence that you were built for more than survival. It is proof that you were made to host glory.
The Lord is not looking for professionals. He is not looking for perfect people. He is looking for a people who will let themselves be undone. He is looking for a bride who has no plan B. He is looking for rooms that would rather tremble than perform.
The fire does not come to decorate your life. It comes to consume it. The fire of His presence does not make you better at being religious. It makes you unrecognizable to the world that knew you before.
The Invitation
This is the invitation before us. To stop managing our lives in such a way that the presence of God feels like an accessory. To open the door wide and dare to let Him disrupt everything.
The undoing is not punishment. It is mercy. The tears are not weakness. They are proof that the heart of stone is becoming flesh again. The trembling is not a sign of fear. It is the evidence that you are standing in the proximity of majesty.
Let the undoing come. Let the tears fall. Let the trembling overtake you. Because the only thing better than believing in God is to be completely undone by Him.
A Final Cry
We do not need more polished gatherings. We do not need more impressive sermons. We need the One who makes men fall as though dead when He enters the room. We need the One who can reduce the proud to weeping children in seconds. We need the One whose nearness is more than enough.
Friend, do not settle for a life that never trembles. Do not settle for a faith that never weeps. Do not settle for a religion that never ruins you. You were made for fire. You were made for glory. You were made for Him.
When He walks into the room nothing else matters. And when He stays everything else is consumed. Let Him stay. Let Him stay. Let Him stay.
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