IMAGINING FAITH

Does your imagination ever run off and go wild? Mine does. And it’s not always easy to grab it and bring it back home. “Are you kidding me? Get back over here and behave yourself.”
Fortunately, I’ve found that my imagination—that part of my mind that explores for me what could have been or could be—is often a fertile place for faith and encouragement when I offer it to the Spirit and what Jesus did with me. The exercise of offering my imagination to God engages and involves me with Him in a way that He uses to refresh and strengthen me. I’ll give you an example from yesterday.
I began thinking of Jesus bringing me close and hugging me as He went through His crucifixion and burial. I could see it, and in my imagination, He said, “I’ve got you, Ralph.” And after a bit, He said, “Wake up now.” In that same embrace, we rose together in His resurrection into a new life, established and revealed in heaven, where I was alive for the first time. “There now; we’re all done with that,” He said. “Look around you, because there’s so much to know and enjoy in this life with me that will dramatically affect you and your days. And we’ll always be together.”
You may know how very scriptural that is. In the truth found in the spiritual and eternal realm (2 Corinthians 4:18), I was brought into Christ, and crucified and buried with Him. It happened. The former me died. (See Romans 6:3-9) Further, I was raised with Him into heaven and new life, where every blessing is mine. (See Ephesians 2:1-7) It’s true. The new me was born, and lives at this very moment—in heaven and on earth. While I navigate this world, I’m humbled and thrilled to know that I have a unique and purposeful way of involvement with it. So I’m living by faith, thanks in part to my imagination.
How’s yours? See you later.