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*** Reading/posting this now three days after the fact, it's helping me so much as today I woke up in seemingly a very different reality.. what I write below I know still holds true. Read on.. ***
You keep moving me lord. Like the wind.
The tree lot, like a swift yet quiet gust it arrived, came through, and was gone with providence guiding... in the same way I imagine the winds on the horizon - which are now only a scent - will as well.
Lord, what are you meant to teach me these next weeks floating round this lump of lava. I’ve already met so many great people who call it home...
It’s one thing to wonder at the future with the question ‘what’s in store..’.. while it’s a completely different thing to demand clarity and vision into its occasions. I’m not sure we’re meant to know what lies ahead... but enjoy the journey. I guess it would make sense if the things which we’ve allowed to become the authors of our existence cause empty pain, and fearful anticipation of it’s angry words which in a scribble tell a story not pleasing to the reader... of course, in the midst of this pain, knowledge of the future is longed for.
Asking God - Him, the higher power, yahweh, Lord, Father, the great ‘I AM’ - to take control of the pen, and write the story of our existence, it’s words of peace, joy, and sacrifice we read of... with the ink of Love these words are written with the most beautiful - yet unique - cadences ever heard, in a form of cursive not yet discovered, but which draws the eye into a stare with it’s fluidity and beauty.
This is a story not promised to be free from pain, loneliness, sufferings the like... the best poems draw the heart through a journey of relative agony, balancing painful circumstances with enduring goodness. In fact, these things are promised... but it’s in the joy of knowing our author that allows us to exist in peace, among the question marks...
Who wouldn’t wish to submit to this author?? the metaphor I paint is one painted all throughout scripture. In fact it’s an especially vivid image in my spirit as I’m being led through Exodus & Colossians.. In Colossians 2 where I’m at, Paul paints this beautiful image of things to come, a realm of existence outside this teeny tiny microscopic little earth where those who reside are ones who bring the traits of that higher existence, to this rock floating among the cosmos.
Jesus - having come down as a prior resident of that existence - is our example... “the image of the invisible God”
The spirit - the gift of God given to us upon Jesus’ death sent to give us strength and hope through the destructive ways of the earth - is now our guide... “giving life to your mortal bodies through His spirit, which lives in you.”
I’m searching for a verse to quote from this section of scripture, but too many pop out as ‘the best’. Read it (chapters 2-3) and see the journey paul takes us through in sharing his hope for ALL people to know the ‘treasures of wisdom and knowledge’ that come with knowing christ. He continues and warns of those who try and ‘take you captive through hollow and deceptive philosophy’.. i was warned. ‘For in christ all the fulness of the Diety lives in bodily form’... the search ends with Him :) He then reminds us of how in Christ we were made alive in our sins, and that now having a different residence in a much larger existence with Christ, ‘do not let anyone judge you...’ but ... ‘set your hearts on things above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God...’ and ‘as god’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on LOVE, which binds them all together in perfect unity. Let the PEACE of christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be THANKFUL (for his penmanship and all that is incluede). Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom, and as you sing psalms, hymns and spiritual songs with gratitude in your hearts to God. And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.’
Whew...
Of all stories written throughout history, those written with such beauty will endure and one day float in and out of time... the place where in our deepest moments we feel connected to, and long for... it’s our joy to struggle in connecting the two realities, flickering light in this dark world...
A world with more light... imagine.
A world with blinding light... our promise..!..
Imagine!
Be well friends
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