Singleness of Sight

Morning watch - 7/26/2015 - 5:52 am

 There’s something I’m sitting with today—this moment at the Jordan, when the Spirit descends like a dove. Not the beginning, but the unveiling. Before that descent, Jesus was already formed by the Holy Spirit—conceived, born, filled. His very being was Spirit-made. That was birth.

 But ministry required something different. Something outward. Isaiah 61:1, Psalm 45, the echo in Isaiah 42—they aren’t just poetic markers. They name a threshold. The Spirit didn’t come to make Him what He wasn’t—it came to reveal what He was. The dove didn’t correct Him, it confirmed Him.

 A dove only sees one thing at a time. That image won’t let go of me. Gentleness, singleness, focus. Not fragmented. Not multitasking. Ministry that’s grounded in vision too narrow for distraction.

 Jesus didn’t need to be filled again. He needed to be poured out. The descent was anointing. Visibility. Invitation. Before the crowd, before the wilderness, before the testing—this. The Spirit saying: here is your King. Watch how He moves.

 I wonder: how many times have I mistaken inward fullness for readiness? How many moments have I waited for a dove, when the Spirit was already forming me beneath the surface?