We were a small group of people, meeting together to seek God about specific matters that stood as questions on the way, in reaching certain mile stones. We spent a lot of our time listening to God rather than stuffing God’s ears with our begging prayer requests. During one of the many ‘listening to God’ times, I had my eyes closed and suddenly realized that I just entered a tall standing slightly opened door. The room had huge walls in its heights and its lengths and it was pretty much empty. As soon as I entered the room, I was caught by the heavy presence of reverence. My legs felt like two paper clips pulled towards some powerful magnetic floor. I fell to the floor and slowly tried to crawl on all fours. To the far left corner, opposite to where I crawled, were a simple small wooden round table and a simple high-back wooden chair. The back of the chair faced me. In front of the table and chair stood about five or six saints. They were discussing something serious with the one who was sitting on that wooden chair. I tried to crawl quietly with much effort to the nearby wall to wait until the meeting with the saints was over. The reverence and the holiness in the room were just too much to bear.
Then suddenly the one who sat on the high-back wooden chair with his back towards me turned his face to my direction as if my presence there disturbed him. He looked at me and snapped, “Who are you and how dare you come in here?” I was petrified. With my head bowed low, I stammered back, “Lord, dare I not speak, but I am washed in the blood of Jesus”. As if this answer was the right pass word to access that room, he asked me calmly, “what do you want?” I said, “I need help, I need your help.”
He did not say if he will help me or not help me. He did not even bother about my need of help. He simply spoke softly with a heavy heart, “My people, they love me, they worship me, they say a lot about me, they do so many things to me, but they don’t obey me.” The heaviness of this heart was unbearable. It pierced through my heart. I wanted to carry his load to relieve him of his insufferable torture just for a little while. I stood there letting this burden captivate me. I wanted to feel what he feels. It was horribly heavy to bear those feelings even for a few seconds!
These verses were pounding loud as my heart began to race:
1Jn 5:3 This is love for God: to obey his commands. And his commands are not burdensome.
vs. 2 This is how we know that we love the children of God: by loving God and carrying out his commands.
1Jn 3:22, 24 we have confidence before God and receive from him anything we ask, because we obey his commands and do what pleases him.
Those who obey his commands live in him, and he in them.
John, who was known as “the disciple whom Jesus loved” knew what it takes to love God. Loving God and loving one another without obeying his commands is pseudo love. Love AND obedience to the commands of Jesus are the two sides of the coin. Only one side without the other is not a valid coin.
1Jn 2:3 We know that we have come to know him if we obey his commands.