... and His fruit was sweet to my taste. As the apple among the trees of the wood, so is my Beloved among the sons. I sat down under His shadow with great delight, and His fruit was sweet to my taste. He brought me to the banqueting house, and His banner over me was love. Feed me with raisin cakes, comfort me with apples, for I am sick with love. His left hand is under my head, and His right hand embraces me. Son 2:3-6 KJV This is the other aspect of this communion. “And His fruit was sweet to my taste”. Grant me a different taste. I want to have a taste for thy own fruit; a taste for thy own bread; a taste for heavenly things. It is only when my soul loathes every other bread of the earth, apart from the unleavened bread from above; I will always get occupied down below with ordinary things. But when my taste has been tilted towards the fruit of this secret communion, as it used to be, I will find no resting place anywhere else except in His bosom. The fruit of communion, the juice I squeeze from His oracles, and the manna He feeds me with must remain sweet to my taste. It is actually the nutrition that my soul longs for. O Lord, forever feed me till I want no more. Not like the children of Israel in the wilderness who wept for the cucumbers and the melons of Egypt, I want to lose taste for anything from the deserts of Egypt. I long for that which comes from above. Though Goshen was a provision for them in Egypt and it was a blessing from the Lord for their sustenance in the foreign land, God reserves better things for me. I do not want to cling to any Goshen blessing when the door of heaven is open for me to come and feed on the bread that gives life eternal. The woman at the well spoke so highly of the well of Jacob, cherishing the water that never satisfies. It never quenches the thirst of her life. She came and came again to the same old well. But here was the Spring of eternal life standing asking her Give Me a drink. He only seeks a reason to lavish the water of life upon her. She did not know the gift of God, nor He who spoke with her. She was hanging on an empty water pot, while she could have a well of eternal life within her very heart. This is the irony of my life. How could I run for that which never satisfies and that which will only run dry with the using and not have taste for that which flows fresh from the very bosom of the Lord springing up unto eternal life? Lord, I cry this day like that woman Give me this water that I may come no more here to draw endlessly I want to drink continually from this well. Lord, this is a new thirst in my heart. It is for You to fill me with thy fullness. It is that I will lose taste for all the makeshifts we have known in times past. Help me today in Jesus name. He brought me to the banqueting house, and His banner over me was love. Your banner over me is love. You have brought me into your banqueting house and your banner over me is love. Thank you for this revelation of Your love in my heart again today. I did not come by myself, you brought me in. You brought me from the world system, from that dark family background where I would have been locked up with and for demons. You brought me into your banqueting house. You brought me over the hills of unbelief and over the gulfs of ignorance. Thank you for bringing me in to the banquet, where I can pick and choose as I may. You brought me into the family of God and the banner you spread over me is that of love. This is marvelous in my sight. It is beyond all I could ever imagine. I am now in love with you. I am now in the banquet. I am now seated among the redeemed of the earth. Thank You, dear Lord. Help me to ever cherish this unspeakable love showered upon me, a wretched sinner. The deep matter in my heart this day is that I am in the banqueting hall. I am attending a banquet with the banner of love over my head. I have not been brought into the prison house, like Samson of old who was dragged from his house into this dungeon where he was made to grind stones. I have been brought into the banqueting house in His love. I long to so walk in this love. I want to know the length and the breadth of this love, that I may so express it freely among men. I want to so feel the covering banner of love over my head to the extent that all I do henceforth will be in that daily consciousness in Jesus name. I can see that verse five is the expression of hunger for love. Her appetite has been triggered. You have won me over completely. I am now sick of love. I long to be with you continually. Give me something refreshing to eat-- and quickly! This is the way a man in revival ought to be so hungry and thirsty for the living God. It is the same hunger that drove David continually when he cried out in the Psalms: How lovely are Your tabernacles, O Lord of hosts! My soul yearns, yes, even pines and is homesick for the courts of the Lord; my heart and my flesh cry out and sing for joy to the living God. Psa 84:1-2 AMP I do trust You, that this hunger you have triggered in my heart today shall be sustained with Your daily presence in Jesus name. I do not feel preaching is the thing again. It is being with You and beholding Your face in loving embrace. I have known a dimension of this long time of communion with You in my early days. I struggled with keeping time and appointments with men, because I never found it easy to dash out of Your loving embrace. But this gradually diminished as I was getting busy with things and people. At the time, it looked right, to cut You short and give a junk of time to listen to stories of men in counselling. What a tragedy it leashed upon my life! It was so gradual that I did not notice the decay upon my inner man. I lost appetite for the things of heaven while running about the work of God. Yet, O Lord, things seemingly progressed with the work. It is such an imperceptible deviation that no one may call me to order. This is the quiet omission that brought so many revivals on the hands of several servants of yours to an abrupt end. Any growth of the work on my hands that is at the expense of the growth of my communion with you is fake and vague. It is a calculated attempt of the enemy to sedate me unto emptiness. The place of being your friend and close confidant where you want me to be must not become vacant because I am busy here and there. I am first your friend and your brother not just a servant. Communion is the first priority of my walk with you. My seat at the communion table must not be vacant. No errand must take me from this banquet at your feet. I have seen the peril of being a preacher again especially when a measure of the heavens has been opened to him. He can fuse about with seemingly fruitful activities but it’s only the short-cut to becoming empty and casual. Thank You for calling me back into the banqueting hall. Thank You for your love in drawing my ears from the Martha kind of spirit that seeks to overtake me. Lord, I want to respond to You also in love. The banner you have spread over me is love and I want to also abide in this banqueting hall in your love. O Lord, make me sick of your love more and more in Jesus name. Let me sense your embrace again around my neck and on my waist in Jesus name......... by Gbile Akanni.
Posted on: Wed, 29 Jan 2014 06:54:26 +0000
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