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What do we do with this flickering flame of ours? How do we fan ourselves back into the mighty flame of yore? It used to be beautiful and now it is just what it is. There is an emptiness to the mass approved spectre of modern life and there is a creeping hollowness into the spiritual adventure of living for more. It is almost like being in some strange purgatory of the soul; you cannot go to hell and you cannot quite reach heaven.
What to do? What to do? What to do? Perhaps there are no easy answers and no sudden cures. The thing is in the day to day. We cannot manufacture the voice or the presence of God. We have to know by faith that it is always there. That He is always present. We are the ones who must reach out to grab on to the out stretched hand. No relationship works by proxy or in the singular. We do not need a pastor or the fantasy that all is fine so we can be who we presently are and that is enough for God. Both streams do not deal with the individual river that is our journey into the sublime.
What to do? What to do? What to do? We have to worry and not worry about it. Worry is a sign that we care and we notice. Yet that is a sign and not an act. Worry as an act is always useless. It is sterile and has no real staying power. It cannot move the smallest stone. It comes and goes and is at the root of inconsistency.
We begin by telling ourselves, like today:
-our fire is dim.