Stirring the Golden Prayer Pot

Our Father, I honor Your name by conducting myself as a commandment abiding free-born Kingdom citizen. 

Well, that’s my desire but sometimes I still kick against Your prodding to walk Your Way by attempting to do things my own way. Still, I’m looking for the day I will no longer have to deal with the spiteful, thorny neighbors who mock when I fail miserably.

Plowing through the overgrowth loosens up a lot of harden dirt making it difficult sometimes to keep my footing. Prevent me from taking a slow slide into the ditch of legalism, Christian or Jewish, with the firm footing the gospel of Peace shoes give me. Yes, in the midst of chaos, inner shalom is mine and only comes from unbroken covenantal intimacy with You.

Since You don’t yoke anyone up just to sit in a barn, I know there will be field tests in order to progressively learn Your Voice and to become a mature, growing thirsty learner of Your Truth. This requires lifestyle practice if I ever want to stand shoulder to shoulder to help carry another’s burden to fulfill the requirements of the law of Your Son.

Expunge me of my wrongdoing, especially where I have followed the misleading teaching based on traditions fabricated by self appointed inspired ones. 

I know for certain that no one worshipping a false god has any inheritance in Your kingdom but happy are those who keep Your testimonies which is the root of our character.

As I learn from the things that happened to ancient Israel, show me how to stand as a gatekeeper and when to sound the alarm for others.