by David Scott Robertson
DEDICATION: Today's thought is dedicated to anyone reading this who is in discouragement, in distress, in sickness, or in big trouble.
Here I am, Lord.
Standing at the very border between the land of impossibility and the land of miracles.
My people, my race, my nationality of humankind says I can't cross over.
Many say I'm not authorized. I don't have the proper identification and paperwork (i.e., a death certificate) to cross over from the realm of the natural to the supernatural.
I disagree.
I've got family on the other side.
I have a Father in the land of miracles.
I have an Elder Brother in the region of the miraculous.
My Mentor and Teacher resides in the domain of the living God and He bids me come.
No earthly agency can issue a border permit or boarding pass to transport me over to the other side.
No, it's a paperless trail I follow and a ticket-less flight whose cost is free.
I don't have to pay because the burden of the price has been born by the One who has invited me over to the other side.
To cross I will need a passport. Fortunately, that detail has been provided as well. My passport is called faith and God has given me the necessary measure of it. My faith is small and compact and fits easily inside the shell of a mustard seed. But it is enough.
Enough to get me from here to there…
From the land of impossibility to the land of miracles -
From the place of hopeless despair to the place of boundless joy -
From the place of captivity to the place of freedom -
From the place of crippling sickness to the place of healing and wholeness.
Faith is the rapid transportation that I need to cross over.
Once I've crossed the border, I will change my citizenship permanently. I will become an inhabitant living in God's country. I have sought political asylum there it has been granted by the government of God. I have sought sanctuary and a haven of rest from my labors has been granted.
So I've got a made up mind, I'm going over; I'm crossing. I'm not going to tolerate or compromise with low living any longer.
My ticket, by the way, is transferable and re-usable. Would you like to have it once I've crossed over? It's made out to "whosoever will let him come."
Would you like to join me? Would you like to cross over to the other side of your problem? Cross over to the other side of your crisis? Your sickness?
Then, in the name of Jesus Christ, let's go now!
DSR
8/20/03