My Magnificent Obsession

Lord, You know how much

I want to know so much

In the way of answers and explanations

I have cried and prayed

And still I seem to stay

In the middle of life's complications

All this pursuing leaves me feeling like I'm chasing down the wind

But now it's brought me back to You

And I can see again


This is everything I want

This is everything I need

I want this to be my one consuming passion

Everything my heart desires

Lord, I want it all to be for You, Jesus

Be my magnificent obsession


Capture my heart again

Take me to depths I've never been

Into the riches of Your grace and Your mercy

Return me to the cross

And let me be completely lost

In the wonder of the love

That You've shown me

Cut through these chains that tie me down to so many lesser things

Let all my dreams fall to the ground

Until this one remains - Steven Curtis Chapman. 

At the end of my first Journey Discipleship Course I had an ephiniany and revelation of the nature and condition of my heart and life. I have held a false belief that a man was not able to be satisfied, unless he was sexually stimulated, and this pursuit of this belief was in fact Idolatry and an obsession, that dominated my life in the form of an addiction.  I renounced the false belief and repented of the idolatry, however doing that  and walking in the freedom of it in reality is easier said than done. 

On my stroll with God in the garden this morning, I felt that it was good to take a step up in regards to this battle. I felt that like Gideon, I needed to tear down the idol, to topple over the altar where to much of my time had been spent in idol worship, even when it was done unconsciously. 

My first step was to break off any family or generational curse. The men in this family have had sexual purity issues and the trace is fairly evident, how many generations back I am not sure but it has impacted to some degree or another many of the males (Maybe even females) within the family. So the battlefield was entered into to break the hold off from myself and onwards to set me and my line free from this curse and obsession.  I felt to break this over every male child specifically, even in the extended family line and for good measure the female members as well.

I have resolved not only to walk away from this sin, false belief and obsession, but to walk upwards something that is more valuable, precious, desirable and worthy than my past obsession of being sexual satisfied.  The only thing that I can therefore walk towards is JESUS and HIS Kingdom.  It's only there that I find the lovely, pure, noble, things to set my mind on. I have asked him to help me reset and realign both my conscious and unconscious thoughts, words and deeds in line with the character, fruit, ways and commands of Jesus my Lord, God, King and saviour and in his Kingdom. 

I have determined that Jesus and the Kingdom of God are my Magnificent Obsession.  Not even the obsession to to replace the past obsession exceeds this deire to be Free. 

Whom the Son sets free is free indeed.  

So this song reflects a worshipful prayer and deepest desire of my heart. I am trusting that this is my new reality. 

Jesus you are my Magnificent Obsession. 




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