From glory to glory, the transformation.

Listening to Zac Poonen, again. In addition to the other churches, for the day.

Listening to the message Daily Transformation to Christlikeness, unto further revelation of the process of transformation. It's all strictly, explicitly clear in Scripture, just...for some reason, there'd still been relative obliviousness, in regard to how it goes: same as always--hearing the same things over and over again, knowing they're connected according to thematic similarity, yet having received no vision of the apparent interconnectedness which would reveal the active process. Wondering, then, longing to understand.

While striving, striving, striving onward. Always further. Seeking His face, His kingdom. For righteousness. Unto righteousness. In faith, as to please the Father. Unto faith, as to please the Father. Loving, as being loved. Coming to new depths of awareness of that love received--love overwhelming all, to an extent of continually redefining everything. A new love wrought, within, thereby. That deeper love: His shed further abroad within, ever more broadly encompassing.

Unto increased realization and acceptance of complete incapacity: wielding further humiliation, per further-realized depths of abject insufficiency and depravity. Realizing, ever more broadly, the absolute inability to accomplish anything outside of Him, except that it would be wrought of fallibility, thus inherently fallible, thus ever short of being done to His glory: yet, longing to glorify Him in all things.

Yearning to please Him, thus longing for increased obedience, so as to glorify Him of all, in all: yet possible only as He is the one accomplishing work: He must ever be the driving force and enacting power--even through yielded, broken vessels--in order for any wrought to be to His glory.

Seeing so much fallibility in self, aside and implicit even such desires, ever entails inability to route it. Self-sufficiency is a known impossibility, then. Yet knowing all things are possible for and through Him, so carrying all inability and falling at His feet. Finding rest, there. So, staying there. With all the mess, all the pain, all the inability, all the lack of awareness of even what ought be done. Just desperately laying there, praying not to move--even knowing, trembling in fear, that it's not within the power of self to refrain from slipping, sliding away into continued outposts of distraction unto depravity. Knowing everything within self is yet inclined to slip and slide away, ever more and continually.

Knowing that it's impossible to even remain collapsed upon Him, when according to personal ability.

Except that He keeps and redirects attention, Himself. Then knowing, further, that He's aware of our inherent fallibility of character.

Knowing that He is wholly aware of that as an inherent trait, and that He loves no less for so knowing. That He wills He had ought be the keeper and the refuge. He acknowledges that, He wholly acknowledges it, in love: He is the keeper, as well as the fortress and the savior.

According to His divine will.

He who shaped us in the womb loves us, and held our hands (even unacknowledged) through childhood and into adulthood. And it will be He who yet keeps us, all our days. As He ordained it to be, as He wills it to be, and as He has given us, in love.

He refines, as through the fire, that we may be more aware of His presence. That we may be more reliant upon Him, so as to experience the joy of knowing Him more truly--even while we're yet somewhat adrift in the temporal. Our greatest joy is found in coming to experience His presence more clearly. And He wills that we would have that joy, per His pleasure.

To know Him. Just to know Him is such wonder. There's nothing like a moment spent in His presence, aware. There's nothing like the glory of His joy, shining upon one so blessed as to fall at His feet in abject worship...seeing self as inconstant and wholly fallible.

There is nothing else. Nothing else.

All things on earth become strangely dim. In contrast to His glory. All else falls away.

Seeing Him, gaining a revelation of Him as He truly is...we are thus transformed, to be like Him.

The Holy Spirit reveals Him to us, who seek. We must seek, though. Knowing there's truly nothing else.

Nothing. Nothing.
All else is vanity--completely futile, meaningless, empty. Except that He inhabit and enliven, all is death.

He brings life, He brings joy, He brings encouragement, He brings light to the truth of who He is.
Transforming us, moment by moment, glory to glory...as each veil further is stripped away.
Even as once the veil was torn, that now any may seek to see His glory.

Yet only those who seek with a pure heart will see Him.

And the only way to gain such a heart is to have Him remove the veils which encapsulate and hide the tarnish that yet divides. Only as He sheds light on those areas which haven't been surrendered to Him can we know their persistence. Only as we look at Him, look to Him--per what glorious reflection may be found in His recorded Word, as enlivened by the (leading and ultimately) indwelling Holy Spirit...may those veils be pulled aside from our own natures, revealing our wickedness and depravity, in such light of His glory.

Seeing Him as He truly is, we do then see ourselves as we are, then further yielding to Him so to be wrought anew. Seeing His glory, we are thus known evident as fallen, then to surrender and be transformed: from glory to glory, into His image.

What a glorious hope! What a wonderful path!

He is truly marvelous. Full of wonders.

And of all, He is able to relay in the most simple terms the most complex of all considerations in such a way that meaning is limitlessly unveiled per ardent searching. Evermore complex are the realizations of Him possible, per continued perusal and pondering.

And there's more to it than than, even, but this is enough to relay the outermost frequencies of that which is realized as possible. You can't know it, unless He reveals it, is the thing. Even as there are some things which are so deep that even an eternity will never make them absolutely plain. That's such a hope, though: no matter how far gone, there's always more joy and hope to be realized.

As we see Him, so will we be. Seek, then, to see Him as He truly is.