If knowing God is like the whole Universe, then those great Christians among us have only seen the total surface of Staten Island, and the rest of us have only sifted a tablespoon of this rich earth. The swelling eagerness that ebbs and flows in and out of our hearts is not enough. We must hunger for Him, we must dig deeper and use cranes instead of spoons.
The mustard seed, the hem of His garmet, these symbols stand to remind us that just to seek after the smallest part of Him, is to reach into His infinite being... the Trinity and the oneness, the Alpha and Omega, the vast, ney, unfathomable beauty that is Christ.
As if words were enough... to breathe the minutest vibrations of this overwhelming sense of deep fulfillment of love and longing...... that comes from letting Christ inside your heart, a letting that pours into you at the exact same time it overflows, outpours and enrobes you in the warm embrace of grace.
This is where I start. Here is where WE begin to write what is already written on my heart. I say “we” because is it God and I who will bring this project to fruition. I am not sure where to start, nor where to go, but I know I have to do this. The long road of my life has been filled with disowning, discouragement, dismay, and disolution. The path has had its ups and downs, its peaks and cliffs, but thru it all, He was there, waiting for me to come running to Him. He never moved, never wavered, never took His eyes off of me. And so I tell this story in hopes that you, too, will take that step, that last step, from the end of yourself, to the beginning of your life in Christ.
What about MY Biblical roots? What about the process of my life? What signifigance does it hold that will reach out and speak to someone else? How can the words that God gives me join together to for a comforting quilt that will enrobe a hurting heart?
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