...for you...

" for you i'll sing and dance
rejoice in this divine romance
lift my heart and my hands
to show my love. "

"I want a tall nonfat cafe mocha and a chocolate chip cookie," the young lady at the register politely requested. I took a tall cup and began marking the order. "Oh, and I want that iced," she added. It was just like any other moment at starbucks. I was just as frusterated to be working this day as any other, after all who wants to work for a company with world domination as its major concern, selling coffee that is way overpriced? Word on the street is they pay coffee bean farmers way more than other companies, resulting in higher priced coffee. Which is partially true, they do pay the farmer more, but not nearly enough more to justify their high prices. As she asked this, I was almost entirely mechanical in my answer. "Sure," I said. My thoughts however were far from this reality. Instead I thought,"Is there no justice? The world condemns me with the rest. To them, I am to be judged as they, they don't understand the grace of God. They don't understand that things are different for me, and can be different for them. The world is consumed with money, selfindulgence, and power. Is there no justice? Are we not bought and paid for? Why then do we live like this?" I really cannot explain to you entirely what this thought process was about. It was just there. That's what I was thinking, take it or leave it...I have no idea why, nor do i entirely understand to what line of thought it was related too. "Do you still what the whip cream on that?" I asked. Barely had the words left my mouth, when another voice broke in, through all my confused, frusterated thoughts, my clouded, imperfect, critical mind. "Their justice is not like mine. I AM the Righteous Judge," it said. If you can picture "I am the righteous judge" being said with the utmost authority and surity, then do, because that's how it was said. It killed me. I nearly fell over. I started shaking right there in front of register 2. I knew instantly what He meant. I knew instantly that he answered my mental question that I had never asked. I started to cry, the tears welled up and I choked them back, and soaked in the spoken word of my Father. The truth. That HE is my righteous judge, that I am no longer condemned by the world, that whatever it throws at me, though it even might kill my body, it will never kill my spirit. Because HE IS the righteous judge of the universe. And He's for me, who can be against me? And he loves me, who can hate me? And all the wealth of the universe is at my fingertips. And all the fullness of the Holy Spirit is mine to grasp. And all His presence is there before me, because the curtain is no more. And He's not there with a rod to hit me over the head, He's there with open loving arms to take me up. He is my righteous judge. And guess what universe. Guess what world. Guess what demons. Guess what Satan. Guess what myriads of Angels and beasts worshiping before the throne. I'm righteous. I'm Holy. I'm His, and His alone. There is NO condemnation for me. And I can rest fully confident of this reality. Fully assured of my salvation. "No." she answered. I coughed out an "okay, that'll be ready for you down at the end of the bar in just a few minutes," and I went to the pastry case to get her cookie.