16 August 2015

Home to House – The Final Push

Greetings Dear Reader,

Charter is revealed in so many things.  How do we handle ourselves when no one is watching or when we think we will not be found out?  How do we behave when we are hurt, angry, or broken hearted?  What is the attitude that we carry in our hearts?

I already know that the week will be trying.  Both the social and physical aspects of completing the move will be challenging.  The days for rest with my Son helped.  Other things have made it more difficult.  My friend Val observed that I seem very sad. 

I supposed that I am sad.  There is also the joy of anticipating how Christ will lead me in these new surroundings.  I admit that I hold little hope for liking it.  I have a hard deck where hope is concerned.  I refuse to lose my hope in Christ.  My hope for other things, however, is quite thin. 

My fallen nature wants me to believe this is some kind of comeuppance for the failures of my earlier life.  I realize that this is not how God deals with us but sometimes the taunting voice is quite loud.  I want to see this pain and separation as an opportunity.   I have no life experience on which to base that hope so it is hollow and unformed.

As I go back to the chore of turning home to house today I do so with a heavier heart than expected.  New sorrows have found companionship with the original ones and try to turn my efforts to lead.  In this time I will do as I must but I am struggling to find joy in the journey.

One Whit Duck  – Jethro Tull

There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way.
And there's a note on the telephone --- some roses on a tray.
And the motorway's stretching right out to us all,
As I pull on my old wings --- one white duck on your wall.
Isn't it just too damn real?
One white duck on your wall, one duck on your wall

I'll catch a ride on your violin --- strung upon your bow.
And I'll float on your melody --- sing your chorus soft and low.
There's a picture-view postcard to say that I called.
You can see from the fireplace, one white duck on your wall.
Isn't it just too damn real?
One white duck on your wall, one duck on your wall

So fly away Peter and fly away Paul --- from the
Finger-tip ledge of contentment.
The long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls.
And I'm probably bound to deceive you after all.

Something must be wrong with me and my brain ---
If I'm so patently unrewarding.
But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that Way ---
And my zero to your power of ten equals nothing at all.

There's no double-lock defense; there's no chain on my door.
I'm available for consultation,
But remember your way in is also my way out,
And Love’s four-letter word is no compensation.

Well, I'm the Black Ace dog-handler: I'm a waiter on skates ---
So don't you jump to your foreskin conclusion.
Because I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays ---
To be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday lunch confusion.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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