The Glorified Body of Christ

The Glorified Body of Christ

“For as the body is one, and hath many members, and all the members of that one body being many, are one body: so also is Christ. For by one Spirit are we all baptized into one body, whether we be Jews or Gentiles, whether we be bond or free; and have been all made to drink into one Spirit. For the body is not one member, but many,” 1 Corinthians 12:12-14.

I was raised with the concept that God, a man-like creature, dwelled on a luxurious planet far above the earth. He was an awesome person in all of his facets of expression; he was so righteous that he could not tolerate the slightest appearance of evil. His son, being much more tolerable of his imperfect creation, or works, had placed himself between these sinful and worthless creatures and their disillusioned Creator.

When the Holy Spirit dealt with me in reality and opened my eyes to see the Holy One that inhabits the fullness of His universe and beyond, I had mixed emotions. On the one hand I was elated above description, while on the other, I suffered from the rejection of the greater part of my body. By the time I had accepted the rejection as part of the status quo, Yahweh opened my understanding and caused me to know that we were the temple of the Lord, and that the Most High dwells not in temples made with hands. The rejection of the indwelling of his Holy Spirit would classify me with the stiff-necked unbelievers that murdered Steven in Acts 7:48-60; I welcomed Him wholeheartedly.

I thought I had understood and accepted this truth in the fullness of its glory, but subconsciously I had only halfway accepted it. Yet the half that I received was strong enough to shake my earth and suddenly change the status quo. Since I no longer had to fear losing fellowship with my brethren; I had the liberty to give myself fully to the revelation. But the knowledge that all the established ecclesiastical systems, that I knew at that time, found fault with my concept had a devastating effect that I was not prepared to deal with. Thus I allowed it to hinder my ability to yield to the flow of truth that I could have otherwise thrived upon.

The most destructive weapon that I had to deal with in those days was the rejection of those who confessed to be walking in deeper truth. I understood why some Christians that were dwelling on a more materialistic plane would be blinded to that scope of truth, but I expected the enlightened ones to perceive a deeper spiritual understanding.

Since I no longer had a luxurious planet for my God to enjoy, in my half-truth revelation, I accepted the reality of the indwelling Christ. But in time of prayer and meditation, I subconsciously sought the favor of that deity that lived on the luxurious planet—the one who could not tolerate His imperfect creatures (one of them being me).

My subconscious problem was connected with the concept that “a Nobody” like me, could claim to be connected to and reflect the substance of the All Supreme, but invisible, Creator, a concept that was often considered blasphemous. Therefore, to some extent, through ignorance and fear, I unintentionally held myself aloft from Him. I believed he existed and that he dwelled in me, this I knew. I even accepted outwardly the reality that the indwelling Christ was my mediator. But I could not give the indwelling Christ the preeminence, nor could I recognize him as having power and authority. I suppose I must confess that I held him on about the same level that the safari guides in Africa share with their customers. His comforting position, in my mind’s eye, was that of a coddling grandmother. His teaching attribute was portrayed by a compassionate and wise schoolteacher, which I never had. A Christ that existed some place other than in me was the true objective of my adoration and my quest for acceptance. This Christ was the one I sought for wisdom and compassion. When things went contrary to my understanding of how they should go, little nagging doubts that questioned his affection for me tried to surface. Though they never appeared in their true light, they appeared as doubts about my merits. Somehow I never was able to connect the Christ within with the Christ without. My face was always turned toward the Christ that made his habitation somewhere in outer space.

I do not mean to imply that I rejected the presence of the indwelling Spirit, but fear prevented me from embracing the reality that my Redeemer dwells within me. Not just within, he also dwells without, but truly dwells within me, so that he is now never apart from me. Since I accepted him, he has identified himself with me and has given me his name. He has become the vital part of my existence—my Life-force. We, my Savior and I, have become a unit. Our house is not divided. He loves me; I am so much a part of him now that to reject me or to hate me would be to reject and hate himself. He loves me affectionately 86,400 seconds a day. He is never anything other than the Savior of my house; He is my life: “For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of Yahweh (God), which is in Christ Yasha (Jesus) our Lord,” Romans 8:38-39.

I almost never became aware of my confusion, and every attempt the truth made to penetrate my mind and isolate the problem, was met with a staunch rejection. Who was I to actually claim to be in Christ? I understood that though my blood cells are identified by a different name than the name I wear, they are me but not all of me, but are nevertheless, thet are a vital part of me. Somehow I had accepted I was in Christ, this I knew, and Christ was in the Church, or maybe I better say, the Church was Christ. But to actually pinpoint the concept that the power and righteousness I sought, the highest Revelation of Yahweh, the power that was able to change this mortal into immortality, already dwells in flesh, my flesh, was much too awesome to grasp. This proclamation almost sounded blasphemous to me; it was too hard for the carnal mind to accept. Actually it is a revelation that is almost too hard for people who try not to be carnally minded to believe. But the Father has finally got this across to me. Now, what do I lack? What greater revelation am I required to line up with?

It is a simple truth we have preached for years, but obviously have not understood. It is a truth we have openly taught as Paul did almost two thousand years ago; that is, we are the body of Christ. But have we, in the deepest part of our heart-of-hearts, comprehended that the body is one? Do we accept equality of the body parts? I very staunchly opposed this thought for years. Maybe it was okay to share your glory, but I dead sure was not going to identify with your lack. If you wanted to stick your head in the television, munch your treats and sip your pop while your body grew fatter and your Bible collected dust, that was your choice, but I was determined not to be held back by your indifference. And if you were indifferent, I was not about to say that you and I were one body. I did not have eyes to see that if I was not one with you, I was not one with Christ. Our perfection has never depended on me and my abilities, but it rather depends on the one who made Himself one with us and is perfect. My Head is perfect and he takes responsibility for the body; he inhabits it and he covers it. I am still just as determined not to be held back by the indifference of spiritually lazy body parts, but I now see this situation in a much greater scope.

I am reminded of a man that came to the shores of Galilee almost two millenniums ago. He came as an Israelite to the Israelites. He did not come to the Gentiles. He took on the seed of Abraham. He was fully man in his humanity. When he joined himself to Israel, he became one with them. According to his own declaration, the clan he was a part of was living according to the lowest ebb of their base nature. He was a part of that body; he was one of them. He saw their blindness; he understood their lack and he wept because of it. But he did not stumble because their hearts were hard and their eyes were blind. We all know the situation that he ministered in was a hundred times more difficult than our present time situation.

If we are in America, the people we have joined ourselves to are living on a much higher plane than the generation he joined himself to. Yet he saw only the high calling that was placed upon his life. He bowed to the cross, and instead of drowning with them in their despair and self-pity, he accomplished the task he was sent to do and exalted the believers of his day to the pinnacle he himself attained.

Some of us are prone to feel a bit neglected if someone says Christ came to the Israelites, but if we understand through his resurrection he tore down the wall of partition between the Jews and Gentiles, and we, the Gentiles, became partakers of His resurrected life, we will leap for joy.

The door is open. The land we conquer is conquered for the whole body. My body (my peers, the believers) can apprehend all that I can grasp. They do not hold me back, but I can lift them up. As individual members reach out in reality and truth, because the body is one and are members of that body, their victory is a victory for the whole. This is not to say some can come in without effort. They cannot, and will not, because we are dealing with accepting of higher realms of truth. However, the fruit is now being spread on their table; the wine is now in their glasses, because there are those of you who have tread the winepress and winnowed the grain. So if you have the spiritual ability to grasp more light, please grasp it quickly and invite me to your banquet, for Wisdom is building this house.

Maybe I can use the illustration of the enthusiastic batter at the ball game that was benched throughout the whole game but went home shouting, “We won the game tonight!”

If some lag behind, do not look on their lack. Give them a bushel or a morsel at the first opportunity. They are just as sure a part of you as you are a part of the body of Christ. And as the men who crucified the flesh-body of Christ could not dissect it as it was being offered up, neither shall his heavenly body be dissected before it is offered up as a living Firstfruit sacrifice that sanctifies the remainder of the harvest.

You are my mirror; therefore, when I take a quick peek, I behold my own image. But who is there? The body of Christ. From now on I will not be trying to see adam’s face shinning through my mirror. I am also looking with kinder eyes these days. I must say some of you are doing me proud; you’ve got me looking pretty tall. The body is now approaching the altar. In fact, it so close the smell of burned flesh is stinging my eyes.

Even though Christ, the head, came forth first, as is witnessed in every proper birth, He is destined to always remain the head. Sorry, if you are reaching for that position, you’re out of luck; we are yet one with him. I like being able to identify with Christ as the governing part of my being.

It is awesome when we actually understand that the body of Christ is one. Where can we find Christ now? In His body, of course! But some will say, “I am not a part of the body, the body is feminine. I am in the sonship company! I am now a manifested son.” We will never see the body of Christ as feminine if we are seeing the body joined to and one with Christ—the heavenly Anointing. And if we have eyes to see Christ and his church as one, it should become obvious to us that the manifestation of the sons of Yahweh will be the visible appearing of love, joy, peace, goodness, faith, meekness, etc. that gently flows from the inner most being of yielded members of that one body that has the power to fill the earth with the Shekinah of Yahweh. It is written: “… for the earth shall be full of the knowledge of Yahweh, as the waters cover the sea,” Isaiah 11:9.