"Just As I Am"

In my dream, I was with a group of people in Leicester. (Leicester is a county here in Great Britain. But why Leicester? I don’t know. I’ve never even been there, just through there.) The Leicester in my dream was known as being a very poor area.

I looked poorer by earthly standards than most. My clothes were plain and old and dull.

There were several guys who were rich kids. They looked down on the rest of us ‘common muck’. They thought they were better. Wiser. Smarter. Stronger. In need of nothing we could give them, cause they already had it all.

These guys made fun of us. They bragged. They jeered. They laughed. They pointed and whispered.

I centred(centered) on the ‘leader’ of this little ‘we’re better’ band. I began to witness to him about the Lord. At the beginning, I stumbled a bit, and seemed to botch it all up. Then I thought, “Wait, the Lord will give me the words. He promised.”
“...do not worry about what to say beforehand, but say whatever is given you in that hour;
for it is nt you who speak, but it is the Holy Spirit.” (Mark 13:11b)

I opened my mouth by faith and spoke again. “I’m not poor at all,” I said. “My daddy is richer than Onasis. Why, He owns the cattle on a thousand hills.”

My new words, the ones God gave me changed things. Suddenly, I looked good to him. He tried to make a play for me, but I thwarted his every attempt.

This rich kid started getting very bold. He began putting down the others to me. Namely, their poorness, and the poorness of the area.

A little later, I became concerned about the look of my hair. Someone had a jar of stuff he said was good so I took some and put it on my hair and gave it a brisk rub. The stuff foamed up, so there I stood looking in the mirror at a head of foamy hair. How silly I looked! How would I ever go around looking like that?

To make matters worse, I was biting down on some food when my three bottom front tooth came loose. It was like they were on a hinge, the hinge was a flap of skin. How could I ever go out in front of people with flapping teeth? Who would listen to my message about a Saviour who frees and heals and and saves completely, leaving nothing out if I have foamy hair and missing teeth? Then, the Lord spoke up,
“I want you imperfect.”

And suddenly I realised, Yes, He does, and He knows what He’s doing.

I am to be that broken vessel of God, not a patched up plastic MAN-made one. I am to be that broken jar His treasure shines through “so that the power be of God and not of me.”
“For I am determined to know nothing among you except Yeshua (our Jesus), and Him crucified.
I was with you in weakness and in fear and in much trembling,
and my message and my preaching were not in persuasive words of wisdom,
but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power,
so that your faith would not rest on the wisdom of men,
but on the power of God.” (I Corinthians 2:2-5)

God has called me out where feet fear to tread. He has called me out into the highways and byways of life because He’s throwing a party that’s bigger than the world’s. He’s is the one Jesus talked about in Luke 14.
“A man was giving a big dinner, and he invited many;
and at the dinner hour he sent his slave to say to those who had been invited,
‘Come; for everything is ready now.’
But they all alike began to make excuses.
The first one said, ‘I bought a piece of land and I need to go out and look at it;
please consider me excused.’
Another one said, ‘I have bought five yoke of oxen, and I am going to try them out;
please consider me excused.’
Another one said, ‘I have married a wife, and for that reason I cannot come.’
And the slave came back and reported this to his Master.
Then the head of the Household became angry and said to his slave, ‘Go out at once into the streets and lanes of the city and bring in here the poor and the crippled,
and the blind and the lame.’
And the slave said, ‘Master, what you have commanded I have done,
and still there is room.’
And the Master said to the slave, ‘Go out into the highways and along the hedges, and COMPEL them (Beg them!) to come in, so that my house may be filled.
For I tell you, none of those who were invited shall taste my dinner.’

This dinner is the kingdom of God. I am the slave.

‘Many are called into this kingdom, but few are chosen’ because their love has grown cold. One by one they are making their excuses. I read about many of these invited guests and I hear them deny Christ Jesus each and every day. I see and hear and my heart bleeds for them, because for much of my life, I was an invited guest making excuses.

‘ Lord? I’ll go when I can preach perfectly.’

“No”, the Lord would answer, “My grace is enough for you, for in (your) weakness My strength is made perfect.”

His words whisper in my heart, “I want you just like you are."

Just as I am, without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bid’st me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

“Lord? I’ll go when I know the Bible better.”

“No,” He would answer, “My grace is enough for you, for in (your) weakness My strength is made perfect.”

His words whisper in my heart, “I died for you.”

Just as I am without one plea, but that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bid’st me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

“Lord? I’ll go when Your love in Me is full measure...when your gifts are full measure...when my faith is bigger and better.”

His words shatter the silence in my heart, “Don’t wait. My blood cleanses you. My power equips you.”

Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot;
To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

Just the day before this dream I’d asked, “Lord? You are the only wise God. You know all things. How do I practice this preaching? Will you give me a way to practice?”

He had just answered my questions. “I want you imperfect. My grace is enough for you for My strength is made perfect in (your) weakness.”

His words shatter the silence in my heart. “Go! Go by faith not by sight. I will give you what you need at the moment you need it."

Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt;
Fightings within, and fears without,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

His words shatter the silence of my heart, “I want you imperfect.”

God’s throwing a party. It’s bigger and better than the world’s. I am to go out and beat those bushes seeking the newly invited guests. I am to beg them to come and then to bring them in.

He wants me exactly as I am in my dream--a sight for sore eyes, with foamy hair and flapping teeth. He wants me imperfect, clothed in His Salvation, enrobed in His righteousness, strong in His power, and speaking the words He gives me.

“My grace is enough for you...My grace is all you need...for My strength is made perfect in (your) weakness.”

He wants me as an earthen vessel, not living in sin He condemned, yet imperfect in appearance before a world and a church that is judging by appearance.

He wants me imperfect; He wants me as the foolishness of God, “because the foolishness of God is wiser than man’s wisdom.”

He wants me imperfect, and He wants you imperfect. When we are imperfect, His power will flow through us brighter than the light of ten thousand suns.

When we are imperfect, people will see Jesus and not us, and we will do those things we are called to do. We will be those ones who do the same works Jesus did. “Truly, Truly I say to you, the one who believes, the works that I do shall he do also, and GREATER WORKS than these shall I do because I go to my Father in heaven.”

We will do them clothed in His Salvation, enrobed in His righteousness, and by His power, not our own, because we ARE imperfect and we aren’t trying to be anything else.

We simply go when He says, “Go!” We go as we are, just like He want us, foamy hair, flapping teeth and all.

We cast down that pride, and go by faith, and His grace within us does the rest.

His words shatter the silence of my heart,“My grace is enough for you for My strength is made perfect in (your) weakness.”

God is throwing a party, and it’s bigger and better than man’s. The Lord is telling you what He’s telling me, “I died for you and I died for them. I’m coming soon so who will go for us and bring them in? Who will beg them to come? “

Stop saying what I kept saying, “I’m not ready yet. I’m not perfect yet. Please excuse me. Give me an honourable discharge, but let me still be a guest, errrr um... later, like someday.”

Say with me, “Here I am, Lord. Send me. Here I am, Lord. Send me. Send me because...I’m not perfect.”

The ones of you who were raised in church like me, do you remember that old hymn “Just As I Am? The words of it will flood your mind the entire day. It is as an invitational hymn.

God is throwing a party and he’s handing you an invitation. Won’t you please come?

Just as I am without one plea...
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!