What else is it? in words, conversation and dialogue, community, peace -- deeper still, communion and integration, souls immersed in one another, a reclamation after all the calamities.
What else is it? the suchness of freedom, in freedom to take joy in life, to take flight, to breathe deep and feel your chest rise with each pulse.
What else is it? we have several necessary conjectures about what it is to be human in relation to one another. It is within this arena that I have searched for the Divine and found some clues. But alas, it is within this arena that I have starved for lack, need, and ultimate desperation for God.
To the One Who knows not sin, I know too little of to come in fear and trembling. I come in awe from the secrets, the whispers and comfort of mercy upon mercy still within mercy - to the Father Who wears a knowing smile while our night-terrors shake us.
In the solitude that is our greatest need, there is the abundance of God.
To gather and soak in the pardon of God, the mercy and forgiveness we long to experience at our inner core, is to be set free of burdens unnumbered...
the burden and opinion and guesswork about who it is that you must be to fulfill the expectations of your fellow woman and man. [the lie about the one that for all intense and purposes you had believed was yourself]
the burden of being hindered...until tragically separated from the love and commune of your fellow woman and man anchored in the paper fictions of society and culture.
to curse of being enslaved to sin and guilt, to the suffocation of self-loathing.
the burden of being preoccupied with the material world and all its machinations.
the fascination with lust, and all the illusions that will keep promising to satisfy...let them crumble into the brittle dust that composes them.
the brittle self-reliance of any national pride in exchange for a deeper and more meaningful satisfaction with the self - that which is unified with God.
all of the other deceptions...
to be set free unto the vast expanse of a sky - to stories yet untold of a merciful love that inundates your waiting heart.
And what else is it - what else could it be - to be found waiting in the wings? the surprising love of a God Who knows us, even as we begin to suspect how little we really know of Him.
May we come in humility before the God Who awakens deep within us what it means to be truly alive and dead to sin, to sing out in full audio with the rest of creation in proclaiming the irresistible goodness of our God.
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I've been reading some Jonathan Edwards recently, and I've been amazed at how God-entranced this man was. What struck me most was how much enjoyment he found in simply WHO God is, apart from and long before any discussion of His providence.
Kinda blew my mind and made me realize how much more often I enjoy God's grace (which is huge, no doubt) to the neglect of the very essence of who God is.... it's pretty much rocking my world. Great post, Chris. You have a real talent for writing artistically. BTW,where are you starting seminary in the fall?
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