Saturday, July 16, 2016

A Month of Sentences (3)

God's Fatherhood, Love's Summons, Faith's Choice


One fine day, inescapably, our created nature's vital center reverberates with Another's call to Encounter and a Realm not our own. And then, the fateful choice.  

A living marriage of divine and human wills subsists in love 'forsaking all others'—our designs, comforts and expectations; real life yields to His stark, stunning call. 

The price is a choice, the cost is loss, yet the acquisition all, if our all is indeed the promise and horizon of His love. 

Vacillating and hedging our bets in the face of the One Great Constant gains nothing but squandered life-time. We know perfectly well what we are—at least, we glimpse enough before averting our gaze. He is no bet or calculation but Heaven's unequivocal conclusion and newness.  

The Father lovingly prods His children to constant surrenders of heart, in the ascent to consecration's summit, freedom's absolute dominion. 

Life's Author answers, uncompromisingly, everything, wedding finally the compliant and defiant both to the consummate integrity and exploitation of Holiness. And we... answer the uncreated Life, in spirit-echoes transcending word and feeling. 

God—the very crucible of Love's timeless Passion; Christ the Life—un-spared, disfigured, consumed in sacrifice; Man—slain, reborn, transfigured, driven by holy will to attain the everlasting desire, freedom's pinnacle, Love's perfect reign. 

But God exceeds all mystery, desire, and satisfaction. He is not the 'goal' of our yearning as much as our yearning is the vehicle of His omnipresent meaning. To yield entirely, to cooperate wholly, is to let in and live out the Life that will not submit to our comprehension; it is to belong to the Only Meaning, in Love.  

He doesn't stop; it is not accorded us to stop: His reckoning persists, the inner Witness insists, yearning heightens, and the One Life, the Holy Peace, is engrafted with the deepest cut—its Truth pervades within and without. 

Direction indicates being; position substantiates possession; the incorporating Christ is the never-stemmed out-flood of Original Self-Giving. The Agápē of God is totalitarian, incrementally clearing, paving, illuminating the single path of our souls' expansive consent to the Fullness. 

The preposterously impossible: my preeminence, my autocracy, my accountability to none. The resplendently possible: return, reconciliation, revelation, reality.

In Him, the One Grace that never relaxes, never compromises, never runs out, never disillusions, but unflaggingly draws us on, and in, to the wholeness of His Love-charged Actuality, the miraculous sight of His purity. 

Submission is inevitable, to either the summons of Grace or, finally, the court of Holiness. The summons of Grace is His matchless invitation to possession of the Living God, everlasting partnership with Divine Love, perpetual entrance into the Fullness. The summons comes with a sword, a sundered Temple veil, an unalterable stipulation: Cherish nothing but His vision, bring nothing in but all your heart, and wholly sacrifice that to Him. 

The Christian Becoming, a trail of requisites, each in its turn a beatitude: humbled entry, constant devotion, hard duty, tenacious confidence, fearless, unmixed truth, the flowering of "Christ in you." 
Nothing self might cling to over His call can ever coax divine sympathy, for no such thing can generate love; the Call is Love's own appointment to selfless freedom, utter belonging, unencumbered consecration. 
God's superabundant storehouse of faith is ours to enter, through the narrow Door, but never ours to micromanage. Vigilance is the certificate of our stewardship; eager attention to the Master's softest word, the emblem of our belonging. 
Yearning, or yielding? The living stream of His Spirit rightly drives us—past yearning, past need—into the rightness of our place in the perfect design.
The miracle of redeemed personhood unfolds one spirit-shaping step at a time. 
The miracle cannot be managed or contained, designed or projected by human genius. Capitulate to His unrestricted occupation, move in the Kingdom's flow, that is the sum of our 'input' in the Miracle. 

The Infinite Price redeemed us from everlasting ruin, restored the deathless bond, and recovered holy, saving, fellowship with  the Truth. 

Throngs of phantasms, soothing and familiar, pretend to the priority, but the Creator's crystal calling pierces and overthrows, startles us beatifically, yet again, to the Constancy—of faith's only choice, of Love's supreme summons. 

Love's summons, Faith's choice....
The Object: the Inevitable Encounter. 
The Duty: to stand with Him, for Him, in Him,
Against all that resists Love's inevitable encounter. 

God's Fatherhood is no question of His yielding to all our whims; on the contrary, the divine initiative defines intrinsic human, humanizing, motive. This inscrutable interplay of wills strains ceaselessly towards unobstructed unity—the spacious, and incarnate, co-inhabiting of divine-human life. 
The uncontainable, all-encompassing, all-substantiating Father births us, in the unutterable sublimity of grace, into the uncomprehended expanse of the relentless divine necessity—a fearsome prospect, Love's imperative. 
The imperative compels to the consummate freedom of life's only choice—for Life. Life to life testifies; Life with life unites in the Spirit's triumph of revelation: the countenance of Christ, the  visage...of Jesus
This, He, is life's radiant center and originating passion. Without, outside, apart from Him, no 'place' can be good, no 'self' can be actual. His approach is love, His touch rescue. To shrink from the touch, to recoil from the Visage, is to embrace the spaceless void and renounce the abundance of Love's domain. 
Come willing to be pierced; by His piercing we more-than-exist—we embark on Life. His every sign, whisper, and silence, is liberation, His every way, wholeness. 
No eye has seen and no ear has heard.... Though helpless to imagine it,  we are designed and bidden to perceive it in faith. In Christ Love's past, present and future coalesce in immediate power; pure Redemption, the curse-less New Creation, the pristine Goodness, breaks through in supernal Purpose. 
The Kingdom and the Glory are at hand. The Power is Love Sacrosanct. The Mercy appalls self-sufficiency, discloses divinity in Need. 

Evading the Need, we shun the Truth, and the divinity. But embracing it, we abandon the realm of our neatly arranged expectations, surrendering to Him Who won the Kingdom and the Glory in surrender's supreme height and depth: 'Father, into your hands....'
God's horizon forever exceeds comprehension, for His promise is infinite. Yet here, now, traveling the Way, in the infinitesimal moment, God-With-Us is the locus of infinite potential, the focus of boundless fulfillment—He is the Giver of all good gifts to Whom we, His gifts, return, and return, and return, in an ever-burgeoning belonging

Saturday, April 2, 2016

Random Musings

When somebody tells you your thinking is "all over the map", and that you're being self-contradictory, never  rush to kowtow to their expectation, jump through their categorical hoops, parrot the terms that will gratify them, or (Heaven forbid) squelch and squash and squeeze and press your mind's workings into the mold guaranteed to incite no more objections. Never do that violence to your own soul, no matter how strident the demands from without. It is the path to dehumanization. It is a horror. It is the way of the mob and herd. And "mob and herd" there surely is on "both sides of the aisle", whichever of life's aisles it may be....
Does this mean "Be un-teachable"?
Good grief, it means anything but.
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(With a nod to Robert Frost)
Life (God) doesn't permit us to sketch the future and settle comfortably into our neatly traced design; His plan always upsets and surpasses, and (adding insult to injury) demands our whole heart.
But His is the only endgame, the one future, the single triumphant arrival.
And His is the grace to say, "You come too."
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It's not really so hard to expose (to ourselves) our core values, drives and desires; they daily determine and shape our reactions, relationships, and peace or absence thereof.
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The Spirit's work in us transcends feeling—and...
Because it does, our...
Surrender to Him...
Transcends feeling. And this...
Is shared triumph, the...
"Mutuality" of...
The Christ-Life:
"It is He who works in you both to will and to do...."
And the willing and the doing are ours, in Him.
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What we owe ourselves most is to have everything He intends for us, so as to be everything he intends to give through us.
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The way of sanctification inevitably entails encounter with the unholy; purification is necessarily a reckoning with the impure; never to be jolted by evil, whether within or without, means never to transcend it; to be driven by God to His holy will as yet unfillfilled is to be compelled to a holiness as yet unrealized. The becoming unfolds in the doing.
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Every divine prod, on and forward, is also an extraction from a place where, no matter how we love it now, it would be hopeless to stay. The bittersweet passing of chapters rolls inexorably into the salutary unfolding of his Own redeeming passage and motive.




Wednesday, March 30, 2016

The Un-Circle-able Center

or, The looking I


The uncreated Life, the Holiness and Grace, will never concede or cater to Man's desperate speculations (threadbare dreams) of survival.
God serves no clients; He inhabits living shrines.
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The un-belonging question versus the unutterable encounter...
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So what's "The Idea"?
Is my experience The Really Actual, or The Seeming Dream?
Will my looking eye conjure up an impoverished reality?
Or can Love's Heart shatter my narrowing lens?
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The rarest combination: the best in the highest;
The best in the highest: the only-begotten Son of God;
The only-begotten Son of God: your spirit will never encompass Him;
Be encompassed, and adore.
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Jesus embodies the fullness
Of fullness that transcends
All conceivable conception
Of fullness.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Nunc Dimittis

This is the first sermon I composed upon my return to Ukraine after my 2015 furlough (June through New Year). I got invited to a whole bunch of churches right away upon my return and so I delivered this sermon about five times in as many weeks.



Each of us is allotted a certain time—or better, perhaps, I should say a certain interval of time, here on earth. An interval because, indeed, the normal order of things is that you and I are not here in this world. The norm in this sphere of existence is your, and my, absence. To each of us personally it is given to experience what a part in this world means, for an indescribably meager interval between our absence and…our absence!

I call this interval meager, and there’s no shortage of people who’d say it’s also meaningless. But “meager” is a measure of quantity, while “meaningless” is a measure of quality. And by divine revelation—supremely in the Person of Christ—we understand that quantity cannot be equated with quality, and that significance cannot be equated with worldly grandeur, and that our ultimate hope cannot be delineated by the dimensions of time and space or our short “visit” in this world.

In the epistle to the Hebrews it says that “it is appointed to man to die once, and then the judgment.” These words naturally sound intimidating, especially apart from their context (which we’ll say more about presently), but just stop and think for a moment about what this truth says about our significance. God, after all, does not judge the trees, or the deer, or the clouds—because they don’t bear within themselves the priceless treasure of the divine image. Judgment awaits Man precisely because to Man something more has been committed than a pitiful, meaningless “interval” between absence and absence. To Man has been committed a soul, the capacity and opportunity to contemplate eternally the very face of God and commune with Him in holy love.

And that’s why the place we noted in Hebrews goes on to say that, “so Christ also, offered in sacrifice once, to take away the sins of many people, will appear a second time, not to deal with sin but to save those who are waiting for Him.”

That is life’s quality in God’s eyes; that is the scope and range of our significance and hope in the sphere of His divine love. That is why He will appear a second time, to save.

And there’s the secret, the key, the essence of our peace when we stand face-to-face with death itself, with the fact of our “temporariness” on Earth. The essence of our peace is that we have utterly entrusted our fate, and our hope of everlasting significance and joy, into the hands of the Almighty Father, into the hands of the One who one day will appear to save those who await His coming.

With such peace of soul we can accept, even embrace, our brief, limited life and role in this world—yes, embrace our role that seems so insubstantial, so obscure, so ephemeral. The greatness of our life is not to be seen when we look in the mirror! It is seen when, by faith, we look upon the Author of life, Who has enfolded in us His sacred design, a design endlessly unfolding in our personal experience.

That, I think, was the state and condition of soul, one fine day, of a certain Simeon who had already lived out a host of unremembered days in an unnoticed life, but his life’s treasure was the design of God. And that’s what makes the difference between a life that gradually, incrementally, loses everything and a life that gradually, incrementally, gains everything. The difference lies in whether that life treasures, at its core, the design and intention of God Himself.  That life ends up with everything that could ever count, while a life that scrambles to aggrandize itself without regard to God finally has nothing. It reminds me of what Paul wrote to the Romans, in Romans 8:32: “He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all--how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things?

We’ll read the well-known account of what happened when this Simeon encountered the newborn Christ in the temple, and while I could spend much time examining the text in the style of an “expository sermon”, what I really want to do today is meditate on the significance of two words, just two words today.

Let’s look at the passage: (read Luke 2:22-35, then re-read verse 29).

“Now you are dismissing”…. In the West, these words are quite famous, under the guise of the ancient Latin translation, as “NUNC DIMITTIS”. “Now you are dismissing.” We often call a moment in life, when everything seems to come together just perfectly, when we can’t imagine it being any better, a “Nunc Dimittis moment”. Imagine, for example, a world-famous violinist who has just executed a performance of the most complex, sophisticated composition with supreme, stunning, technical and aesthetic mastery. And as the applause and cheers resound, the violinist whispers to himself, “That was perfection…I can do no better…I’ve reached the mountaintop…Nunc dimittis.” Perhaps you’ve had such moments—not necessarily with a concert hall full of people applauding you, but just when everything thing seemed so completely perfect and harmonious, you thought, “I could die now and die happy and satisfied.”

Of course, when people say “Nunc dimittis! Take me, Lord, my life is complete!”, they are speaking, let’s say, poetically. If some kind soul showed up with a pistol to instantly materialize their wish, they’d be the first to say, “Uh, that was a figure of speech! Never mind! No thanks!”

Moreover, and more seriously, the same person who whispered “Nunc dimittis, Lord” in a surge of perfect satisfaction, will, in a day or two, or in a week or month from now, discover new aims and desires, projects and goals, ambitions and dreams, and he’ll say, “Nunc dimittis? No way! I’ve still got mountains to climb!”

But, when Simeon pronounced his “Nunc Dimittis”—“Now you are dismissing me”—he means it literally, sincerely and immediately! Plus, take note that Simeon is not allowing or permitting God to do anything. He isn’t saying, “All right, you can take me now.” No! He is recognizing what God is doing, here and now, whether Simeon happens to agree with it or not (note: he agrees with it).

The arrival of this Holy Infant in the temple is God’s unmistakable announcement to Simeon that the time has come, and Simeon embraces the announcement with exultation, in the very moment he holds the Light of the World and Hope of Israel in his trembling arms…. “This is the summit, the peak, the perfection of my life—for this I have lived, and my life is complete in the appearing of this Holy Infant….”

But we…perhaps…might be tempted to object, “Not so fast!” To say, “Hold on, Simeon! This is just the beginning. What with the Messiah here, don’t you want to…well, hang around and see what’ll happen? Wouldn’t you like to witness the miracles and hear the heavenly word of the Son of God? Don’t you feel the least bit regret that now, of all times, when everything is just getting going, you have to…leave? To leave and, just like before you were born, again be absent—play no part, make no more contribution to the unfolding of God’s astonishing design in the world?”

If I could have stood there next to Simeon that day and posed such questions, I am certain he’d have answered plainly and categorically, “No. I’m ready. I’m going. My departure is the unfolding of God’s holy design. That is my part to play, my essential role, in the never-ending revelation of His design. I embrace it ecstatically.”

It is given to a man once to live out his meager interval, and die.

But it is also given to man—and not to trees or deer or clouds!—to perceive, and willingly enter,  and begin to fathom the divine appointment for his life, and to consecrate himself to the Appointer, with exultation and meekness, with humility and thanksgiving, thanksgiving for the unique part and role each of us plays on the stage of God’s endlessly unfolding design.

With such meekness and exultation, with such humility and expectation, each of us will be able, one day, to whisper, finally, “Yes, Lord…nunc dimittisnow You are dismissing me from this world. My eyes have seen Your Salvation; my heart has held Your heavenly treasure; my spirit has cherished  Your light and cast all hope on Your glory in the face of Christ the Savior, Your only Son. I praise You for the interval allotted to me, my foretaste of Your never-ending Kingdom in the Redemption of Jesus Christ.”

Simeon’s climactic moment in life was also his closing one, but he didn’t object—he exulted! Exulted in God’s wisdom. Myriad unremembered days led to this moment, just as, in our lives, numberless forgotten moments must bring us, finally, to the end of our interval.

But in God’s eyes, every day, every hour, every moment of our lives is precious, because He is pursuing His holy purpose in every moment of it all, in us, in ways He never will through the trees or the deer or the clouds. And our confident assurance comes down to this: that He is our supreme eternal value; He is our future. That confident assurance is our foretaste of the moment when we finally whisper gratefully “Nunc dimittis…” and that will be…THE BEGINNING.

Saturday, March 19, 2016

A Month of Sentences (2)

His Grace's Invasion: Comprehension and Wholeness, the Divine Healing

His rich provision and will exact a price: communion with Him in suffering; communion with Him in suffering sanctifies a place for His dwelling.

Life's unremitting 'greaterness' overwhelms our capacity to take it in; Jesus' supremacy obviates our need to contain and settle it. 

The uncompromised totality of Christ's Redemptive Feat makes every alien alarm hollow and summons redeemed hearts to conceive the sole Majesty's real prospect.

We're undone and remade by Jesus' all-determining Feat of Life; our beatitude is the need that compels us into the new world of His Resurrection's conquest. 

All our initiative must flow from the initiative of God through abandonment to His singular, incomparable faithfulness. His faithfulness—the origin and spring of all faithfulness—streams from His sovereign freedom, the freedom that means infinite, unforeseeable horizons for us in God's supernal design.

Does God radiate through the sacred prism of our trusting surrender as freely as He ordains and informs Nature's unfathomable glories? Does our faith whisper of life's endless expanse streaming through the solitary prism of the Creator's love?

God's sole, all-originating fertility birthed the miracle of myriad selves: Adam's race. His sole, all-subduing love conceived primordially the final shape of things: Man fully, freely God's, and God fully, freely Man's. 

In love's liberation Man wills, in the resonance of Spirit and spirit, to submit to the Living Flame—to be, not consumed, but known

Our existential need to be divinely known will not be consummated if we let it outstrip and overwhelm the obedience that, alone, authentically confides our existential need to the divine destiny and conquest of Love. 

Exchange and Co-inherence: our need, His condescension; our blessing, His self-giving; our fulfillment, His limitless prospect; His perfection, our consecrated devotion.

We are beholden to hope and constrained to press on. Life's homeward drive concedes no lesser satisfaction or semblance of arrival; there is no 'there'...there

Renounce, resist, the unreal, the un-actual, that violates you and others through you; embrace the radical exigency of Love's transforming summons.

The ever-drawing, ever-transforming NEW, immutable and unsurpassable, inexhaustibly generated in the knowing love of Father and Son. 

Beatitude's burden is ceaseless passage on freedom's Way and Life's advance; entrance and arrival are marked in Holy Blood; the very Way's forward surge leaves no fixed place or possession for creaturely pride..."BLESSED ARE THEY...MY BURDEN IS LIGHT...I AM THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA."

We can't evade or surmount what God wants; we are the grace-struck medium of His necessary revelation; life's intrinsic provision, and the riches thereof, are for realization of the single timeless sacred desire. 

Nothing: nothing greater, more essential, mightier, more fulfilling or compelling. Nothing. 

Divine appointment is divine vista; His right to us is the substance of our own deliverance and flourishing. 

A genuine willing spirit's embrace of divine demands defying expectation—this is the identity of courage; what is less than this is pretense, and pretense unchecked finally forfeits hope. 

Because of His right to us, we have no right to hopelessness; a conscience alive to God, a spirit meshed 'organically' with His urging Spirit—this is the identity of ebullient, vital creativity. 

Supernal Love's absolute design concedes no approximate fulfillment, contemplates no compromise, excludes no cost, shirks no truth, admits no illusions. 

Supernal Love never coddles His own but provokes and strains within them to commit His daunting will: redemption over retribution, beneficence over malice. 

The infinite Sacrifice of the infinite Sonship, Life's one eternal Ground relentlessly pushes up the shoots, and feeds the roots, of Life's full prospect and horizon; barren despair is mercilessly excluded and competing claims obliterated by Life's one Word: Follow. 

In the divine economy we aren't left to our own devices. The projections of 'the power and the glory' that emanate from our phantom-spinning souls are profitless and waste. Neither is a stake permitted us in the ephemeral conjurings of the Zeitgeist'Take care how you hear....' Bankrupt, all of us, our capitulation to His absolute dominion means our life's whole conversion—from desperate, doomed venture to endlessly unfolding, radiant vibrancy in the Real Life of God. 

The Divine healing is inseparable from the Self-giving and entrance of the Divine Person. Our commitment of choice, effort and devotion is the indispensable answer to Him and the seed of ripening glad vitality—yet a sword, too, 'shall pierce your heart.'

Comprehension and Wholeness: The Life of Father, Son and Spirit will not, finally, submit to our discernment; rather, The Life must be our discerning Center, defying and confounding the conceptual edifices of the sin-skewed world. 

His grace's invasion transfigures the mundane and meaningless into moments of sacrament, of encounter and consecration; the manageable turns fearsome, the fearsome discloses glimmers of transcendent joy, and the conquered-by-grace turns surrendered-in-Love.


Life is too much to cope with. Taking it all in is an impossible project. Thus the compelling need to come in—into the Ruling Source and Center. He deprives us of the inferior and unworthy in a shock of beatific loss, and circumscribes our being with love in the boundless harmony of a new creation. Such is the Creator's urgently benevolent intent. Cope? 'We are more than conquerors....'

Launchings and arrivals and the fateful choices between—all in God a story of call, answer, and becoming.

The inviolable, militant, self-existent Holiness: humanity's only, and sacred, Light of Life.

The variable and the invariable: contingency and ultimacy, love actualizing and Love summoning, perilous beginnings and perfection all-subsuming.


The primacy is His. Surrender to Him is need and love fulfilled. The Authorship is His. Surrender to Him is helplessness and courage transfigured in union. Eternity is His. Faith in Him is the moment transubstantiated in Kingdom Presence. 

Monday, March 14, 2016

The Soul Grown Deeper

or, Essential Duet

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Christ, the heart and Way to the heart of things.
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It is not inevitable that we should populate and demarcate life's inevitably vague horizons with fearsome phantoms and hopeless verdicts.
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Our being begets our seeing, which sparks our striving, which ordains the destination.
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There is a Strength, an undiminishable locus of Life, a holy Power that illumines endurance, a radiant Region of Imagination's birth, truth and materialization in Love; there is and because there is we say, 'I must....'
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The doorway in to Christ is the doorway out to 'rugged Reality'; the way in is open to those ready to follow Him out. There is no 'breaking in' to the secret places of God; there is only a breaking out—out into the open places of the Spirit, the Son-illumined expanses where every soul is His secret place.
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The royal highway from Sinai to Zion, from Alpha to Omega, from Epiphaneia  to Parousia, runs its course and measures its meaning through the valley of drudgery and humiliation, Christ-illuminated with faith-charged, radiant might.

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The truest life in spirit is marked by unconcious holiness, not anxiety whether holiness may ever be possessed. Beyond surrender, unconscious holiness makes the whole man whole; ever-extending vistas of righteousness compel him to offer what he cannot know is in him.
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The Beauty, Silence and Surrender: The infant soul clutches the beautiful thing to keep it forever, and grief follows; the soul grown deeper in Love surrenders to the Beauty that retreats and, by retreating, returns, and by returning remakes the soul for Its own forever.
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The most appalling sacrilege: to impose violence and disfigurement on the form and being of a divine child-spirit, whose Father alone knows how to pierce, train and transfigure.
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The mystery of individuality is the deepest--that of the eternal basis, of holy necessities, of the primal, unretreating hope.
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Arise and go to Him, Cry out to Him, and do; He will make sense, light, a kingdom... and you.
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There is no sublimity, no exquisiteness, of concept, of illumination, of inspiration or devotion, that is not magnified, perfected and surpassed in act.
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The contrite spirit--a sacrifice of will: ascent to the height only ever begins from wherever you are, if it is to begin at all.
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Bent upon Heaven: to yield to the fresh springs means un-clinging to the... remnants; soon or late, with light abandon or severing pang, it means letting go.
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It's in the seeing: to earn trouble dearly in shrewd but flawed, fading, self-stamped coin, or to look out from Love's safe, selfless harbor of Light.
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Before appearances and non-appearances, circumstances and forces, I speculate and doubt... I run to Honesty's door and knock... harmonious percussion greets my touch... calling calls to calling in essential duet: 'Come in... and enflesh the purpose'.
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Though it jar the soul and prod our deepest fortress-fears, the knocking at the door is the sound of Pity's hand, Compassion's urge, of holy, reclaiming Cure.
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Growing complete in Christ is a path filled with painful, creative tension, a path pervaded with countervailing, interweaving forces aimed at a single destination. 
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The faith-life created in Christ can only be known as His life, creating...and consuming in its fire whatever cannot live in faith.
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To chafe and brood
Over wounded rights
And tout my self-charged view
Is to smother His
Creating Breath
And drown
In proud confusion
The living hue
Of Grace.
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From the purging perimeter to the pervading center--the secret life in the depths of the fire. 
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The slave of Grace draws near the sacred mount with free hands, clean heart... and triumph's glow.
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The will to wake
The will to take 
The broken steps 
On
No matter the dream or draw 
Of backward glance 
Or sideways glimmer. 
Be it the dark you see 
Clearly ahead, 
Keep on, keep straight 
In faith and hope, 
And love the Light 
In which, in Whom 
You clearly see
It is not the dark 
Sees the dark
But Light infused-- 
Sees, steps, pierces, 
Masters in simplicity, 
And knows itself there.
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Caught up into the Greater-Than-Me, forever implanted in the wheeling love-bound circle, fully part of His un-comprehended fullness.
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Praise God--He gave the Church, His Bride, a sure and gushing spring of life, the living gauge of truth and Eternity's 'oil of gladness': The Paraclete, Who curbs pernicious pride, Who chides the stale distracted heart, Who tugs the drooping spirit up again to go and grow and flame with primal joy.
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The Next Thing: 'Behold, I am making everything new'... The adamant will, aggressive light, inexorable advent of the living God are despair's unmaking for the child of God.
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From the withering, world-cobbled dominion of things into the life-stirring ebullience of Kingdom brotherhood.
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The human heart enfolded by the timeless Life will incorrigibly blossom and burst with Life's fruits and--yes!--with sweet joy trace the changeless Face displayed on Heaven's swirling sky
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No horizon, however far, evades Hope's conquered domain, Her subdued territory and transfigured vista: the exultant embrace of first and last, sons and servants, creation's lords and the Lord's creation.
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Postscript: "Is my life a burgeoning song, gathering mass and expanse in Life Itself, or is it an incremental, insistent withdrawal from any experience that will not be confined to the boundaries of my fear?" 

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Lessons from Moses' Meeting with God

(Read Exodus 3:1-6)

The time: Moses is already 80 years old. He has every good reason to suppose that the story of his life is pretty much written and, indeed, he is now living out its epilogue, which goes: "And Moses lived out his remaining days as a shepherd in the family of a Midianite priest. The End."

And back in Egypt, Pharaoh sits at peace, secure in his power and glory, fully supposing the whole world with all its creatures belong to him and the gods who stand behind him. He sees no threat coming on any horizon.

Neither Pharaoh nor Moses imagines how the whole world is about to be turned upside down, for them and for their nations. And neither of them imagines the roles to be played in all this by their personal qualities, whether humility, pride, obstinacy or meekness, in the rise and fall of their people.

The lesson for us: God chooses times and circumstances that seem unremarkable to us to do astounding things. God displays His might and will just when we are expecting nothing, and who we are, what sort of children we are of His, will play a key role in the materialization of His will. This lesson applies even to the final, ultimate consummation of things in this world, as the New Testament repeatedly exhorts us, in a manner of speaking, to have our character in order, in top form, ready for Christ's appearing whenever it might come. (Read 1 Thess. 5:2; Matthew 24:43; Mark 13:33) The moment God breaks into the scene, it's too late to start playing catch-up; when He acts, all the choices have already been made.

Without warning the Voice resounds in the desert, "Moses! Moses!", and instantly Moses' entire accustomed order of things disappears.  What looked like life's epilogue has suddenly turned into its whole purpose and essence; a series of events is being launched that will change the entire world, and "this old man", Moses, finds himself in the very middle of it all.

We need to grasp this so we can better understand the ensuing conversation between Moses and God, to better understand just how astounded and stupefied Moses was by all this. In terms that are not very King-James-ish, we might well say Moses was flabbergasted! This is the state he's in when he desperately begs God not to send him to Pharaoh. I don't think any of us is any different from Moses; we'd have all responded in shock and confusion at the appearing of this majesty and glory and the summons to turn our whole world upside-down on the spot. 

(Read Exodus 3:5) This is a meeting with holiness. What's very interesting is that this is the first place in the whole Bible where the word "holy" appears. That's hard to believe, isn't it! It seems incredible that, in everything the Bible recounts before this—when Man defied God's holiness in the Garden; when a holy God destroyed a sinful world in the Flood; when God made a holy covenant with Abraham, promising to make him the father of a great nation, yes, a holy nation in a holy land—that in all of that the word "holy" never actually came up! But it comes up here: "the place where you are standing is holy."

This first appearance of the word "holy" tells us a lot. The simple fact that the word didn't show up earlier reminds us that God doesn't immediately reveal literally everything to Man about His divine being and ways. That's for two reasons: first of all, Man can't possibly comprehend, absorb everything at once—he's finite, limited; in the second place, logic dictates that the eternal God cannot reveal, to the uttermost, to the nth degree, the depths of his infinite Being at all, never mind to a finite creature like man. How can what's endless be completely revealed? It takes an eternity to reveal the eternal! And in this vein we Christians must admit, must embrace, the truth and reality that, though we have come to "know" Jesus Christ, we are more unfamiliar with God than we are "familiar" with Him, since He is eternal and infinite. It is an inescapable truth that there is infinitely more in God we don't know about than we do know about.

The first appearance of this word "holy" serves, furthermore, as a hint and foretaste of what this dramatically new manifestation of God means after the "silent" passage of four centuries. God is in a new way revealing Himself and His purposes on the world stage. He is about to do the unprecedented. Here He is summoning, to minister to His holy nation, a chief, a teacher, an intercessor/priest, a prophet, a lawgiver. Take note: this has never happened before in the history of God's dealings with Man, not even in the history of God's dealings with the family of Abraham, before this moment. Before this moment, the people of Israel have been a family, with patriarchs. Now, here, in the desert, with Moses and the burning bush and the voice of God and the declaration of a new order, the people will be a nation, in every sense of the word—with rulers and laws and, yes, a country of their own. God is summoning Moses to lead His people into a holy land, where the Israelites won't be merely Jacob's family anymore but a genuine state—yes, a kingdom.

This is a turning point—a turning point of dimensions and depths we can barely absorb—in the history of the "people of God" and everything that "people of God" means. It is a moment when all things become new. And it all begins in an encounter with holiness, the holiness that defines everything.


But even when God reveals Himself and His purpose in stunningly new ways and dimensions, He always reveals that He is the very same God, not a different or new one: (read verse 6). He is the very same God Who spoke, long ago, to Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. He knew then, even if the patriarchs didn't, that His will and ways then would, dear Moses, lead to this meeting with you, now. God is one, His whole purpose is one and its ultimate fulfillment will be the consummation of all its meaning and substance in the one Person of Jesus Christ!

As we read further, we notice an interesting series of verbs (read verses 7-9). "I have seen, I have heard, I know, I am going...." This is the God of Man, the Creator of Man, who condescends to identify with Man and relate   to him "humanly", in human terms comprehensible to His creation. "I have seen… I have heard…": such terms don't limit God, on the contrary they demonstrate the eternal God's right and freedom to relate to Man, created in His image, in whatever way He wishes. To deny that God may do this, even to assert that God cannot possibly experience "human" feelings and emotions—that actually is to limit God. It is God's love to know us and suffer our sufferings, and such love was consummated in the Incarnation of Christ, who endured all human sufferings and bore our sins to the cross.

And now I want to look at Moses' four objections to the summons of God. Moses takes four stabs at dissuading God Almighty from sending him on this outlandish quest.

First Moses offers what I call the Political Objection (read verse 11). In other words, Who am I, Lord? I'm a nobody in the world. I have no status, no title, no geopolitical weight. Pharaoh doesn't have the least reason even to grant me an audience, much less take anything I have to say seriously!

To Moses’ “Who am I?”, God replies, “I will be with you.” End of argument. You will be the one who God is with. What other status would give you more authority? And when you and I and the nation of Israel meet again here, on this mountain, you will look back on your question “Who am I?” and realize how foolish it was.

Moses, however, has more objections to try out before caving to the divine mandate! So next he tries what I call the Social Objection (read 4:1): Maybe the people won’t like me, won’t want to listen to me, won’t believe me! Now Moses isn’t worrying about Pharaoh; he’s worrying about his own people.

God settles this objection in a no-nonsense way. See that staff in your hand, Moses? Oops, now it’s a snake, how about that? And, oops, now it’s a staff again, how about that? And look at your hand…covered with a leprous disease! Look at it again…healthy as a newborn’s! And if that isn’t enough, Moses, just wait till they see the power I will reveal over the forces of Nature. They will believe, you, Moses, because they will have to believe Me.

So the Political and Social Objections have flopped completely, but Moses is stubborn. He’s going to reach into his bag of objections to see whether one or two others might not work better. The next one he whips out is the Handicap Objection (read verse 10). Lord, I have a handicap—I can’t do public speaking! I freeze up! I get stage fright! I’m a total dud on the dais! I get all tongue-tied. You definitely don’t want a disastrous orator like me to be your spokesman. It’s a terrible fit.

In His mercy, God continues to dispense with Moses’ objections one by one, rather than dismissing Moses out of sheer impatience. His answer to the Handicap Objection (verses 11-12): I am the Maker of everything. You can’t possibly have a weakness, a handicap, a failing, an imperfection, an anything that I don’t know about and can’t use exactly as I see fit. Did Moses imagine that God was unfamiliar with Moses’ “speaking career” prior to this encounter? Again in His mercy, God assures Moses, “I’ll help you; it will all be okay.” When God says “I’ll help you”, that pretty destroys the Handicap Objection, doesn’t it.

And, finally, the final objection. There is still one left in the bag. I call this the Will Objection, that is, the objection based on will. (Read verse 13).

Well! Now that’s honest! Maybe we could call this “Will Objection” the “Won’t Objection”, as in “I won’t do it”! Or at least the “I Don’t Wanna Objection”. When he has run out of every other plausible argument and good reason why God really should pass him up and find a better candidate, Moses finally admits the core issue: he just doesn’t want to do it. “Please find somebody else, not me!”

Indeed, had Moses known from the outset that this was something he wanted, or at least was willing, to do, then there never would have been a Political Objection or a Social Objection or a Handicap Objection. He would simply have said, “Yes. I’ll do this.” Because it always comes down to a matter of the will. Of willingness to yield to God.

But before we think of severely judging Moses in our hearts, let’s remember that Moses went out that fine morning to pasture his flock without the least suspicion that, this very day, Almighty God would appear to him with a summons to be Israel’s Deliverer from the power of Egypt. I suppose I’d have responded in bewilderment and confusion as well!

God demonstrates mercy and understanding in His love. For each problem Moses conjures up in his mind, God patiently supplies the perfect solution. And He does so beyond anything Moses could have anticipated. Even before Moses thought of telling God he couldn’t handle public speaking, God had already dispatched Aaron in Moses’ direction, returning Moses’ brother to him, and not only a brother but the spokesman Moses needed for the job ahead. (Read verses 14-17). It reminds us of Ephesians 3:20, where Paul speaks of God as the one who “is able to do far beyond all that we ask or think.”  

But take note! This same loving, generous, magnanimous God suddenly appears strange, dangerous, frightfully unfamiliar and, certainly, less than “tame” only a very short while afterwards, as we read in 4:25, 26 (read).

And the unavoidable question is why. And, how? Why would God act this way, and how can it even make sense in light of God’s explicitly revealed calling and purpose for Moses?

Remember what it says in 4:14: “The the LORD’s anger burned against Moses.” Yes, providing Aaron was generous, compassionate, merciful and beyond anything Moses could have imagined. But—the Lord’s anger “burned” against Moses.  Why? Well, it seems pretty obvious. All these handy objections Moses was pulling out of Objection Bag represented, at root, a rejection of faith, a refusal to trust, an implicit charge that God was less than God and somehow making a terrible mistake.

I don’t think that God Almighty was “miffed” the petty way you or I might get miffed. I don’t even think He was outraged or indignant the way you or I might be…usually out of a sense of insecurity and insult to our ego. But—the Lord’s anger—the fire of His holiness as it confronts sin—burned, at that moment, in response to the sacrilege of Moses’ disbelief and testing of God.

So there is a precedent, a theological precedent, to the strange, confusing encounter on the way to Egypt, when the Lord Himself wants to kill Moses.
Moses had failed to fulfill the conditions of the Abrahamic covenant. A slight, unimportant detail? Obviously not! Should God have talked with Moses about it first…the way He did through the burning bush…rather than pounce without warning? Well, in the first place, Moses’ wife knew perfectly well what the problem was; therefore, Moses must have known as well. And in the second place, when God spoke with Moses on the mountain, Moses presented God with a laundry list of objections.

There are moments when the children of God need a fresh, stark reminder that God is not, in the words of C.S. Lewis, “a tame lion”. He is, the writer of the epistle the Hebrews says, “a consuming fire”. A fire of absolute purity and holiness. Could God have killed Moses that day on the road to Egypt but still have fulfilled His purpose some other way?

Do we even need to ask?

Yes, God loves, but that doesn’t make Him a “tame lion” that we play with. Yes, God loves, but God’s love isn’t what might naively and simplistically sum up as a “mutually satisfactory arrangement”, acceptable to us as long as we find it comfortable and unthreatening. God’s love is the manifestation of His unfathomable holiness, and you don’t come to a “mutually satisfactory arrangement” with such holiness, but only to a surrender and self-abandonment that magnifies and glorifies God and transforms, dare I say transfigures, our own lives. We come in the self-abandonment and surrender that embraces whatever He wills to do with us.

God says, “I AM, and the place where you are standing is holy.”

Our only possible human response, in order to be truly human and truly His, is to surrender, adore, and love Him.





Tuesday, February 2, 2016

The Endless Labyrinth of the Finite Heart


God's child, shaken awake in the deep grave-like night, stumbles blearily, at first, into the starlit dark, imbibes the bracing air, and throws body and soul into the long, hard march, steered by the Light of the World

 

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 Conversion

 

     'Twixt Then and Then

     In the fusion of Will and will

     A Kingdom comes

     Creating Now.

 

     And Past and Future

     Are born

     Of Love's immediate

     Sway and instant

     Soul's attendance,

 

     In conquering sacrament

     Of holy presence.

 

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Death knocks, demands entry, the house is roused, the child quakes, playthings and whims are forgotten, the Master rises, opens the door, and Death, prostrate before the living Presence, begs to serve

 

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In the Son of Glory God the Sum of Glory unfolds, unveils, life's 'primal Sun' and Morning Star, the soul's native shore and everlasting patria

 

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Though it jar the soul and prod our deepest fortress fears, the knocking at the door is the sound of Pity's hand, Compassion's urge, of holy, reclaiming Cure

 

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Love surges from the expansive center to encompass horizons all around and from that infinite aspect embrace life's boundless reaches within

 

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From the withering, world-cobbled dominion of things into the life-stirring ebullience of Kingdom brotherhood

 

"He who has seen Me..."

 

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Intense discernment--essential to maintain

For distance from the darkened perception

That itself is distance

From the All-Occupying Life

 

The essence of Man supremely aspires

(If truth be told)

To the place of certain contemplation

And unbarred adoration

Of the Risen Reigning Presence

 

Weary storm-blown spirit-craft

Unfurl your sails

Till now too weakly presented

To the Master's deathless fervent sway

 

And begin to share the deep power

 

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Our being begets our seeing, which sparks our striving, which ordains the destination

 

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It is not inevitable that we should populate and demarcate life's inevitably vague horizons with fearsome phantoms and hopeless verdicts

 

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As He in thought, perception, word and deed,

So we, with heart, eye, mouth and hand

Answer true, by Love and His agony freed

To run sure, grow deep, and alive to the Uttermost—stand

 

"I will run the way of Thy commandments, when Thou shalt enlarge my heart."

 

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Through desert wastes and thorns, on sorrow's fiery sands, under the strident sun of Law, from driven self to Promised  Self--a hopeful trek if, only, life's thirst is slaked by the living Source beneath

 

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There is a Strength, an undiminishable locus of Life, a holy Power that illumines endurance, a radiant Region of Imagination's birth, truth and materialization in Love; there is and because there is we say, 'I must....'

 

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In a world where the firmament declares His glory and the hills skip for joy, grace beyond feeling guides our faith to a home past imagining

 

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The royal highway from Sinai to Zion, from Alpha to Omega, from Epiphaneia to Parousia, runs its course and measures its meaning through the valley of drudgery and humiliation, Christ-illuminated with faith-charged, radiant might.

 

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The will to wake,

The will to take

The broken steps

On,

No matter the dream or draw

Of backward glance

Or sideways glimmer.

Be it the dark you see

Clearly ahead,

Keep on, keep straight,

In faith and hope,

And love the Light

In which, in Whom

You clearly see.

It is not the dark

Sees the dark,

But Light infused—

Sees, steps, pierces,

Masters in simplicity,

And knows itself there.

 

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Blessed are they who ascend through crisis to poverty in spirit, where nothing's left to own or treasure than Majesty's Ingress and Audience at their humble, transfigured table

 

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Praise God--He gave the Church, His Bride, a sure and gushing spring of life, the living gauge of truth and Eternity's 'oil of gladness': The Paraclete, Who curbs pernicious pride, Who chides the stale distracted heart, Who tugs the drooping spirit up again to go and grow and flame with primal joy.

 

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Venturing home, shod with hope, girded with Promise, mustering heart's will against faithless comforts, pressing nearer the unseen all-penetrating Source

 

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Infant expression of unseen root: the nascent scion's fire-born drive to inhabit the Heavenly Sire's fearless perfection

 

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Memories and mourning, enfenced and tilled by Grace, marvelously become the rich medium and fertile earth of holy Kingdom joy, but the fence must encircle and lock fast, and the tilling go deep

 

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God's child comes rushing back to Love's primordial axis: the sublime Mother-glow of the mighty Father-glory blazing from the Spirit's hearth in Son-concentric beams--to melt away the clinging flakes of Self-ish snow and thaw the child's pride-chilled limbs within

 

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At life's core, a Power and a purpose, a crucible of mystery and light, and a primal drive to utter Manhood in the Love at life's core 

 

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The familiar, comforting and commonsense

Raise a tumult to drown out His call 

To the unknown and awful, primordial and holy

The glory of His face pierces the tumult 

All is silent   

 

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Christ, the heart and Way to the heart of things.

 

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Arise and go to Him, Cry out to Him, and do; He will make sense, light, a kingdom... and you.

 

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To chafe and brood 

Over wounded rights 

And tout my self-charged view 

Is to smother His 

Creating breath 

And drown, 

In proud confusion, 

The living hue 

Of Grace.

 

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The contrite spirit--a sacrifice of will: ascent to the height only ever begins from wherever you are, if it is to begin at all.

 

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The Beauty, Silence and Surrender: The infant soul clutches the beautiful thing to keep it forever, and grief follows; the soul grown deeper in Love surrenders to the Beauty that retreats and, by retreating, returns, and by returning remakes the soul for Its own forever.

 

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Before appearances and non-appearances, circumstances and forces, I speculate and doubt... I run to Honesty's door and knock... harmonious percussion greets my touch... calling calls to calling in essential duet: 'Come in... and enflesh the purpose'.

 

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The Awakened Anima is alive to the need that dawns in Redemption and flowers in Love; her contingency is revealed as Gift, her authenticity as Koinonia, her being as Worship

 

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Imago Dei, inherently exalted, unique in place and response to Eternity's Only Presence, you truly cohere where, only, you truly inhere: the begetting bond in the Father of Mercy and the Sacrifice Lamb

 

'And... our fellowship is with the Father and with His Son Jesus Christ' 

 

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From the purging perimeter to the pervading center--the secret life in the depths of the fire.

 

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The One who walks, risen, crowned, in brilliant glory among the lampstands, with every star, all heaven and earth--Death's keys and Life's wellsprings, too--forever fixed in hand, His hand... He whispers sovereign summons to a single holy Light, all-pervading Will, inexorably converging design

 

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The Certainty we hunt for in panic sometimes--

It would destroy us, obliterate us;

It belongs to Holy Providence.

The doubts that wear and tear us at times:

They are the clattering echoes, the piercing reverberations, of a desperate scramble--

For Certainty--

In the endless labyrinth of the finite heart.

Their boon is to blare warning: 'Love forbids.'

'I know Him Whom I have believed':

He ordains to us no other certainty.

 

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The human heart enfolded by the timeless Life will incorrigibly blossom and burst with Love's fruits and--yes!--with sweet joy trace the changeless Face displayed on Heaven's swirling sky.

 

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Life's mornings, daytimes and evenings: a time for cracking the crust, a time for weathering the Power's storms, and a time for fitting, ripe weariness

 

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The piping, percolating spring season of the spirit is hard to let go for the quiet, rich industriousness of autumn–bound summer; 

But the summer infiltrates the spring and fall displaces summer; 

The deep engulfs the surface and the 'always' diffuses the 'next'; 

Death impels the faltering will and Resurrection swallows up death for finally and ever 


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