Do any of you tend to see the same numbers a lot? Like when you look at the clock, you tend to catch it at the same time often? Or you see it in addresses or totals on a receipt or something? I do. My number is 1222. It was a while before I came to realize what I believe it means. I wound up in Exodus, chapter 12, verse 22. It reads:
Take a cluster of hyssop, dip it in the blood that is in the basin, and brush the lintel and the two doorposts with some of the blood in the basin. None of you may go out the door of his house until morning.
Now I realize that doesn’t really seem to say much. But when you look at what’s going on around that verse it does. In fact, it completely blew me away. Basically chapter 12 in Exodus covers the instructions God gave the Israelites for Passover and part of those instructions included brushing the blood of the Passover lamb on the doorways of their homes. The final plague sent to Egypt, where the Israelites were enslaved, was that the angel of death would come and take the life of the firstborn son. However, it would pass over the homes that had the blood of the lamb on the door and the son’s life would be spared.
What a beautiful picture of what was to come! The blood of Christ, the sacrificial Lamb, painted over us so that we might not die, but have life everlasting!
And it hit me. Every time I saw 1222, it was God was reminding me of the covering I had in Christ. That I was forever sealed by the blood of the Lamb. That I had been marked as a child of God.
Fast forward to the last week or so and I have been feeling quite alone. I mean, I know I’m not alone. I guess I’ve felt a bit isolated and a little tossed. And I know it has a lot to do with having acknowledged leaving my church. Before when not many knew, I still felt somehow connected, but after writing that last post, I guess it was an official severing and I have felt it. And while we have started going to another church, we aren’t really connected there (by choice thus far). I told my mom earlier this week, it’s like I feel a bit naked spiritually, not really having what feels like the covering of a church body right now.
And then something funny happened. So that last post I wrote got read a lot of times. I mean a lot. Like over a thousand times. Much more than any post I’ve ever written. And it just happened this week, when I checked the blog to see if I had any messages to respond to, I saw it. The number of times it’s been viewed.
I was stunned. And in that moment, it felt like God was reminding me that I always have HIS covering no matter where I am. That I may not have a connection with a church as of right now, and while that is important, I still have and will always have the covering of the One who flung the stars into the sky. HE is and always will be my covering.
So friend, are you wandering and feel alone? Maybe you feel a little tossed and lost? Maybe you feel like nobody cares or nobody sees you. Well, let me tell you something. If you’re wandering, He’s wandering with you. You aren’t lost. Maybe you’re on an ocean of doubt and you’re being tossed about by the waves. He’s in the boat with you. He sees you. He knows your name. And if you’ve called Christ your Lord, you are underneath His covering, sealed by his Spirit (Eph 1:13). You belong to him.
Now if you’re like me and you don’t have a church home, I’d encourage you to keep looking for one. I will too. The body of Christ is just that…a body. And we need each other.
And also, if by some chance you’re reading this and you have never submitted yourself to Christ, know that His love is for you. His death was for you…for us all. We just have to receive it as ours. If you’ve never done that and you’re ready, please reach out to me or someone close to you and let’s talk.
And in the meantime, please continue to pray for us as we seek a settling place.
Love you guys,