To experience the transforming love of the Father is like stepping into a sea without end and with no bottom. One’s whole life is radically turned inside out, religion cannot survive in His love and a death of self takes place, the length of which depends upon ones embracing the love of the Father as in a total surrendered diving in with or slowing stepping in while hanging on to the part of the old nature that seems to be safe although in truth is filled with dangerous traps. In fact these traps are false images of what appears to be truth yet were never their true identity in the first place…..
As for me, I first waded in, allowing the wounds of the past which empowered fear & insecurities to attempt to speak louder than His Love…. and over the past 36 months His love has been erasing each, dis-empowering them and replacing them with truth as to how He views me, what He says about me and even to the heart of the matter as to what His desire and purpose for my life is. (Even though I had been saved at 15 yrs old…I never knew His true love. Only the false picture of His love religion paints of a judge in a court room).
Over these months, I’ve found His Love to be so overwhelmingly intoxicating that I have reached the point to where I feel as though Holy Spirit has led me up to the highest diving board and the time has arrived to dive off from it, going into such a depth that the old man will be completely drowned. In the Spirit I can see the new man, the true man, the Spirit man, the very son of God I have been purposed to be since the foundation of the world, coming up out of the sea of His love with such resurrection power that the very shadow of the past will be broken into so many tiny pieces and sink back to a such a depth that they shall never be found again, a place where even the enemy will never reach them.
It is almost surreal while at the same time heart breaking as I see friends, family and others merely looking at the sea of His love, some have dipped a toe in other may be ankle deep yet either religion, the voice of the past or lack of faith (in some cases all three are intertwined). And I feel at times if only I could push them in they’d be set free, yet I know that they like myself and many before me, they must make the choice to jump themselves. Many say, I know His love, yet I can discern the longing in the spirit for that to be true. I know that yearning for I was lived in it day and night.
But one thing He did tell me was to allow my own life to become such a picture of the Father’s Love that like let the Master, others will be drawn to dive in His sea of love, that they too may find the abundant life, surrendered in the sea of His love.
Radical Disciples - A Remnant Revolution 