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There is mostly a somber tone to the things we profess. I suspect some
of this is just our antidote to the dole-eyed faux optimism of our youth. We had
a run where we performed the great role of sounding like we knew all the
answers and making God a rewarder of them that seek Him with smile and song and
dance. This laughable coaxing of God to be “who He is” fell flat as we pursued
Him and the fragments that remain in our spiritual experience have been crushed
by the other overreach, the stoic nature of false depth. No clapping or singing
or ability to dance masquerading as the apologist stance; too high and
intellectual for these low things.
of this is just our antidote to the dole-eyed faux optimism of our youth. We had
a run where we performed the great role of sounding like we knew all the
answers and making God a rewarder of them that seek Him with smile and song and
dance. This laughable coaxing of God to be “who He is” fell flat as we pursued
Him and the fragments that remain in our spiritual experience have been crushed
by the other overreach, the stoic nature of false depth. No clapping or singing
or ability to dance masquerading as the apologist stance; too high and
intellectual for these low things.
We must not forget the joy, though. This is a story of the light and not
the dark. We cannot go further the other way. There is joy in both approaches. Surely,
there are many ways to approach the “multi-breasted” God. There is no superior
one. They are all parts of the same experience accessed by our diverse hearts
and souls and happenstances. There is joy in all of it.
the dark. We cannot go further the other way. There is joy in both approaches. Surely,
there are many ways to approach the “multi-breasted” God. There is no superior
one. They are all parts of the same experience accessed by our diverse hearts
and souls and happenstances. There is joy in all of it.
We are discovering who we will forever be. We are learning to be honest
about who we are now. We are thriving through sin and decay and taking on the
cloak and moniker of eternal beings. There is nothing small occurring. The whole
world is designed to make us forget this. It is made up of false symbols and
false precepts of power. It tells us to chase the things that will protect us
from feeling, from connecting with others, from feeling ‘ordinary’ and from
really empathizing. It is arranged in rules to make it all black and white, to
make some things unforgivable and others acceptable according to bent and
ideology. It is not made for the fragile heart. It is not set up for feeling. We
are only happy in relation to someone else. We are only advancing in
competition, stated or not, with some ideal life. All of our identity is subsumed
in the thing we produce. The idea of “purpose” in the Christian life has become
a clarion call to justify living by what we produce and not who we are. It is a
slight variation but a significant one. We are learning to pray to God as idol
and then chase our dreams without the limit of a God on whom we hang our hopes
and dreams and all our waiting.
about who we are now. We are thriving through sin and decay and taking on the
cloak and moniker of eternal beings. There is nothing small occurring. The whole
world is designed to make us forget this. It is made up of false symbols and
false precepts of power. It tells us to chase the things that will protect us
from feeling, from connecting with others, from feeling ‘ordinary’ and from
really empathizing. It is arranged in rules to make it all black and white, to
make some things unforgivable and others acceptable according to bent and
ideology. It is not made for the fragile heart. It is not set up for feeling. We
are only happy in relation to someone else. We are only advancing in
competition, stated or not, with some ideal life. All of our identity is subsumed
in the thing we produce. The idea of “purpose” in the Christian life has become
a clarion call to justify living by what we produce and not who we are. It is a
slight variation but a significant one. We are learning to pray to God as idol
and then chase our dreams without the limit of a God on whom we hang our hopes
and dreams and all our waiting.
Let’s not forget the joy. This is all a passing world. All our real “impact”
is in the eternal kingdom to God. This present world does not hold a candle to
that holy call. The joy is in that other place, where everything dark here will
bow to the eternal light. We are seeing troubles now that are already
conquered. That’s the joy of the thing. The light is coming. The lord is
coming.
is in the eternal kingdom to God. This present world does not hold a candle to
that holy call. The joy is in that other place, where everything dark here will
bow to the eternal light. We are seeing troubles now that are already
conquered. That’s the joy of the thing. The light is coming. The lord is
coming.