Acquisition

What is it you seek to acquire?

How do you acquire that which you already possess?

For what defines your territory?

How shall those without know what is within?

How is ownership defined?

Who is the real owner?

What constitutes ownership?

How is ownership perceived?

When your neighbour sees you walking up and down with confidence, do they call the police?

Did they not see you move in? Did they not see you occupy that which was occupied by another?

How do you transfer title from yourself to yourself?

How do you buy that which you already own?

You behave like a captive and yet I have called you to capture?

You hold yourself captive, you confine yourself to the place of confinement. You “say I feel so confined”.

Yet you have heard this before from the lips of another. And you know what to say as you hear it from your own lips. “I don’t want you to be captive, I love spending time with you, but I want you to be free, to come and go as you please”

Can you hear your own words? How can you win an argument against yourself?

Why would the one who was imprisoned return again to captivity?

You confine yourself, you limit yourself, you restrain yourself, you chain yourself, you place your hands in the hand cuffs, but cannot find the key to lock it!

What is your point? What is your contention? Why the angst?

For you wrestle within and without, you strive to be free and yet remain unbound.

You ask me for certainty, you ask me for more, you represent all that I am and see the storm stilled, in a moment, in an instant.

You see it now don’t you? One moment drenched by the flood, the next a total calm, the arrival of peace. Your body shakes from the tension, from the wrestle, from the fight, from the pain, from the war. And yet PEACE HAS ARRIVED!

You will get over the shock, you will learn to live in this place.

For how does the warrior, the overcomer inhabit the place of peace?

From warrior to victor, from overcomer to the one who has overcome, from the captive to the captor.

What is the point of the Holy Ground?

For this ground is set apart, is set apart for you, I want you to have the full experience of it, to feel it, to know it, to recognise it.

For where I am, where my presence is, this ground, this land is yours. Am I not the landlord? Am I not the Lord of this land?

Yet I have given it to you as your possession, as evidence of what, of who, you possess.

I want you to experience what it feels like to possess, you wonder who owns the place, you wonder who will own this place, you wonder why you don’t own this place, and yet you fail to possess it.

For this is my place, have you not seen, have you not heard, will you not possess it?

Are you not my child? If this place is mine, then it is also yours, for what is mine is yours, for you are mine.

For my arm is not constrained, restrained, or withholding, my hand is out stretched. Is there something I can help you with?

You love people to ask you that question, for you love to help, you love to give of yourself, to give yourself, to give your gift. You feel most alive when the gift is given, and well received. You are shattered when it is rejected.

Yet here I am asking you that question! Here I am standing with your gifts lined up, excited, enthusiastically waiting for your response….

You mess me up Lord!

Have I not made room for more? Will I not now give you fullness? Will I not now fill that which was empty?

Luke 6:38 Give, and gifts will be given to you; good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over, will they pour into the pouch formed by the bosom of your robe and used as a bag. For with the measure you deal out with the measure you use when you confer benefits on others, it will be measured back to you.

For there is much to come that will simply fall into your lap. You will wonder how this happened, yet you will know from whence this came.