revelation

You may have failed, but that mustn’t be a reason to stop enjoying Jesus.
—  Pam Carbungco, actually, our sins and failures should drive us closer to Him for He is literally, in every day, our salvation
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Reverend J. M. Woodman -  World shown as a repeating Orb, changes in the rise and fall of the Oceans and the sediments shaded in, all the while the Sun never stops glaring down on the proceedings as a constant reminder of a Holy Influence, “God in Nature and Revelation”, 1875.

Plate I -  Manufacture of coal
Plate II -  Kosmos in vapor
Plate III -  Flood at its climax
Plate IV - Transverse view of the water, as it commenced together and rotate upon the outside
Plate V -  Waters gathered into one place
Plate VI -  Condensing from the outside, with comfessed poles
Plate VII -  Dry land appearing
Plate VIII -  A globe of water, holding earthy matter insolution
Plate IX -  Deposits of the sea, settling to their own specific gravity

And when the event, the big change in your life, is simply an insight—isn’t that a strange thing? That absolutely nothing changes except that you see things differently and you’re less fearful and less anxious and generally stronger as a result: isn’t it amazing that a completely invisible thing in your head can feel realer than anything you’ve experienced before? You see things more clearly and you know that you’re seeing them more clearly. And it comes to you that this is what it means to love life, this is all anybody who talks seriously about God is ever talking about. Moments like this.
—  Jonathan Franzen, The Corrections
The Good News is about God sending His beloved Son to humankind to declare: “I love you. Whoever you are, whatever you’re doing, whether you care about me or not, I love you. I haven’t stop loving you and caring about your eternity. So here I am. I’m gonna be the sacrifice that will receive the punishment and payment for the darkness in you, so you can have light and life instead.

"So here I am. I love you the way the Father loves me. I’m keeping you in His Name. I’m healing the sick, comforting the sorrowful, showing the way to the lost, and accepting the persecuted. These and more are what I want to do with you, because I love you.

"So here I am. I’ve defeated Death for you. The Enemy no longer has ammunition. In me, Jesus Christ, you are forgiven, righteous, holy, adopted, and accepted. You have an identity, and you can quit chasing and trying to build one. You are a child of God and the Universe will know it. By my sacrifice, the world will see you belong to Someone who cares for you.”

“Here He is, beloved. Alive. The message has been shout out to the world, and is still being declared: Jesus is alive. He’s died for our sins, and have risen up from the dead for us. He’s God, He’s King, He has dominion, and He is for you. Oh yes, you are not alone. You can celebrate.
—  Pam Carbungco, Here He is
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Book of Revelation

Often known simply as Revelation or The Apocalypse, is a book of the New Testament that occupies a central place in Christian eschatology. Its title is derived from the first word of the text, written in Koine Greek: Αποκάλυψις / Αποκάλυψη apokalypsis, meaning “unveiling” or “revelation”. The Book of Revelation is the only apocalyptic document in the New Testament canon (although there are short apocalyptic passages in various places in the Gospels and the Epistles). The book spans three literary genres: the epistolary, the apocalyptic, and the prophetic. It begins with John, on the island of Patmos in the Aegean, addressing a letter to the “Seven Churches of (the Roman Province of) Asia”. He then describes a series of prophetic visions, including figures such as the Whore of Babylon and the Beast, culminating in the Second Coming of Jesus Christ. The Apocalypse | source | edit

“I still love you.”

Three years ago, God gave me a revelation of how much I’m worth in His eyes while buying a new mug. I bought the simplest mug I’ve seen to remind myself that it doesn’t matter who I am, what I’ve done, or what I’m going through—God bought me with a price. That price was Jesus Christ, and it didn’t matter if that payment was too much for me. God is happy with His purchase, He is satisfied with Christ’s finished work, and I—seemingly small and ordinary human being that I am in the big, expanding universe—am valued.

I kept that mug. For the past three years, I’d been drinking in that mug, placing it beside me during long nights of schoolwork, and refusing to buy a new one. Granted, part of the reason for the last one is I had no need for another one. I also didn’t think of God’s ultimate love for me whenever I see the mug. Most of the time, it’s just another thing I have to pack and unpack, use, wash, and fill every semester.

This afternoon, though, as I washing it, my hands slipped, and the mug broke. I was preoccupied with the things I still have to do tonight. It hit the edge of the sink, its handle broke off, and its lip was cracked. Goodbye, mug. I stared at it for a moment, assessing the damage, when felt the God whisper in my heart. He told me, in the damp, dimly-lit washing area of my dormitory, that, “I still love you. You’re still loved, valued and precious to me. You’re still special. Even if you think you’re broken and failing and flailing, I still love you.”

And I was, you know, actually thinking of those things to myself the past few days. I felt like a failure, a demoted and worn out version of my old passionate for Christ self, a girl lost not because she didn’t know the right directions, but because she’d forgotten what her initial destination was. I was confused, tired, and weary of the things I was doing, thoughts invading, and the mistakes I can’t seem to escape.

But look at our Father. I was that mug, in all aspects. I bought it because it was simple and plain; no one would look at it twice in a shelf filled with bigger and more colorful cups and mugs. I was that kind of mug, but God saw me. He bought me. I don’t think I’m really worth it, but He was firm that I am, and He gave everything up to have me. I was valued, loved, and special—I had a place in God’s heart—not because of what I can do, what I have, or where I’ve come from. My life was changed from the inside-out, my value was given, and my life was rerouted all because He redeemed me. All because He chose to. All because He wanted to and that He loved me.

Now, even if I have failed, even if I have forgotten that sacrifice for a while, and even if I tried to work out my own value futilely in my own ways for a while, He still loves me. He didn’t discard me even if I was ungrateful and forgetful. He’s still, still, still so in love me. That value, love, and favor He held in His eyes when He looks upon me is still there.

I looked at that mug, broken and cracked, and I saw myself, so very different than who I three years ago. Still, in the span of three years that took me from then to now, God never changed. He still cared. My standing and position in Christ were never tainted or lessened by my forgetfulness and lack of focus.

And here, the metaphor between me and my mug ends. The mug, after serving me so well for three years, will find itself in the trash and tomorrow will be replaced. I’ll never forget about it, though. It’s become a symbol of God’s work and grace in my life, even if the mug had to go. On the other hand, God will not discard me. He’s more than able to work His grace and carve something beautiful out of the broken. He’s even doing it right now. Breaking, shattering, failing, forgetting, compromising, falling, sinning—no matter one’s history constitutes, His grace can and will work through it.

At some point, we may think that we are already too far to be redeemed. We may think that we are too weak to still be able to make that journey the prodigal son made to come back home. We may think that we’re too broken, too dirty, too notorious, too shunned by society, too ugly, or too changed to still be loved, used, and embraced by God.

Not true.

God also wants you to know that: “I still love you. You’re still loved, valued and precious to me. You’re still special. Even if you think you’re broken and failing and flailing, I still love you.” The price that He’s paid for you was so great it had no limit. I’d like to believe that the Universe is still expanding this very moment just to contain what Christ has done, to try to fit that love whose height, depth, breadth, and length could never be measured. That love that was poured out for you.

Wherever you are right now in this journey, He’s still for you. He loves you. He doesn’t just see the broken, He holds them and loves them. He heals them, beloved, and gives them fresh beginnings, redeemed hopes, and abundant futures.

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“Then I saw an angel coming down from heaven, having the key to the bottomless pit and a great chain in his hand. He laid hold of the dragon, that serpent of old, who is the Devil and Satan, and bound him for a thousand years;  and he cast him into the bottomless pit, and shut him up, and set a seal on him, so that he should deceive the nations no more till the thousand years were finished. But after these things he must be released for a little while.” Revelation 20 :1-3