You are probably wondering who Elyon is. Well, allow me to bring you up to pace. Elyon, is my Savior, my Hope, my King, my Redeemer, my Peace, my God, my Love. He is known by many names, including the ones Yahweh and Jesus. Elyon is one of the original Hebrew names for God, a derivative of El Elyon, meaning God Most High.
I favor Elyon as the name I call God, simply because it has a deep personal meaning to me. This is due to Elyon being the name for God in Ted Dekker's Books of History Chronicles.
To give you an example of this Elyon I know, below I have posted an excerpt fro Ted Dekker's The Circle Series: Book #1: Black. Yes I know, it is not from the Bible. But this is how I picture God's ideal relationship with us. Please do note that I typed this section up. If it is not exactly identical to the content in Black, I sincerely apologize. Well, here it is. An excerpt from Black:
"
Elyon.
How he was certain he did not know. But he knew. Elyon was in the lake with him.
Tom opened his eyes and found they did not sting. Gold Light drifted by. No one part of the water seemed darker than another. He lost all sense of direction. Which way was up?
The water pressed in on every inch of his body, as intense as any acid, but one that burned with pleasure instead of pain. His violent shaking gave way to a gentle trembling as he sank into the water. He opened his mouth and laughed. He wanted more, much more. He wanted to suck the water in and drink it.
Without thinking, he did that. He took a great gulp and then inhaled unintentionally. The liquid hit his lungs.
Tom pulled up, panicked. Tried to clear his lungs, hacking. Instead, he inhaled more of the water. He flailed and clawed in a direction he thought might be the surface. Was he drowning?
No. He didn’t feel short of breath.
He carefully sucked more water and breathed it out slowly. Then again, deep and hard. Out with a soft whoosh.
He was breathing the water! In great heaves he was breathing the lake’s intoxicating water.
Tom shrieked with laughter. He tumbled through the water, pulling his legs in close so he would roll, and then stretching them out so he thrust forward, farther into the colors surrounding him. He swam into the lake, deeper and deeper, twisting and rolling as he plummeted toward the bottom. The power contained in this lake was far greater than anything he’d ever imagined. He could hardly contain himself; he cried out with pleasure and swam deeper.
Then he heard them. Three words.
I made this.
Tom pulled himself up, frozen. No, not words. Music that spoke. Pure notes piercing his heart and mind with as much meaning as an entire book. He whipped his body around, searching for its source.
A giggle erupted through the water. Like a child now, Tom grinned stupidly and spun around. “Elyon?” His voice was muffled, hardly a voice at all.
I made this.
The words reached into Tom’s bones, and he began to tremble again. He wasn’t sure if it was an actual voice, or whether he was somehow imagining it.
“What are you? Where are you?” Light floated by. Waves of pleasure continued to sweep through him. “Who are you?”
I am Elyon.
And I made you.
The words started in his mind and burned through his body like a spreading fire.
Do you like it?
Yes! Tom said. He might have spoken, he might have shouted, he didn’t know. He only knew that his whole body screamed it.
Tom looked around. “Elyon?”
The voice was different know. Spoken. The music was gone. A simple, innocent question.
Do you doubt me?
In that single moment, the full weight of his terrible foolishness crashed in on him like a sledgehammer. How could he have doubted this?
Tom curled into a fetal position within the bowels of the lake and began to moan.
I see you, Thomas.
I made you.
I love you.
The words washed over him, reaching into the deepest marrow of his bones, caressing each hidden synapse, flowing through every vein, as though he had been given a transfusion.
So then, why do you doubt?
It was the Thomas from his dreams-from his subconscious-that filled his mind now. He had more than doubted. That was him, wasn’t it?
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He thought he might die after all. “I’m sorry. I am so sorry,” he moaned. “Please . . .”
Sorry? Why are you sorry?
“For everything. For . . . doubting. For ignoring . . .” Tom stopped, not sure exactly how else he had offended, only knowing that he had.
For not loving?
I love you, Thomas.
The words filled the entire lake, as though the water itself had become these words. Tom sobbed uncontrollably. "
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Now, here is a song that makes me feel close to God:
Seriously, I realize that this is a really long post, but if you take a single thing away from this entire blog, let it be this: God.
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