18 April 2016

What is Your (My) god – Opening Thoughts

Greetings Dear Reader,

We all serve something or someone.  We all give portions of our lives to attain or obtain.  Things become important to us because they fill a void or many voids in us.  We enjoy, become proficient, or even obsess over things. 

The enjoyment of things is a blessing that can become a curse.  It is a gift from the Father that we can enjoy things even in a broken world.  The difficulty is that we replace the Father with those things at times.  We use them to fill the void in us that is his space. 

No matter what it is we put in that void it will never completely satisfy.  I need to inventory the things that drive me.  I need to assure that I find joy in the things that are before me without obsessing over them in a way that displaces the Father.  Anything that displaces him is idolatry. 

It does not matter where I put my life and energy if it does not serve to help me follow Christ.  As I walk I must consider the things I carry in my spirit.  What do I really love?  As I ask these questions I hope to find balance and some deeper understanding of the Father and his love for me.  As always Dear Reader, I value your company and questions.

Gotta Serve Somebody – Bob Dylan

You may be an ambassador to England or France
 You may like to gamble, you might like to dance
 You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
 You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls

 But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
 You’re gonna have to serve somebody
 Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
 But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

 You might be a rock ’n’ roll addict prancing on the stage
 You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage
 You may be a businessman or some high-degree thief
 They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief

 But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
 You’re gonna have to serve somebody
 Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
 But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

 You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk
 You may be the head of some big TV network
 You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame
 You may be living in another country under another name

 But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
 You’re gonna have to serve somebody
 Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
 But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

 You may be a construction worker working on a home
 You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome
 You might own guns and you might even own tanks
 You might be somebody’s landlord, you might even own banks

 But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
 You’re gonna have to serve somebody
 Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
 But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

 You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride
 You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side
 You may be workin’ in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair
 You may be somebody’s mistress, may be somebody’s heir

 But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
 You’re gonna have to serve somebody
 Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
 But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

 Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk
 Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk
 You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread
 You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed

 But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
 You’re gonna have to serve somebody
 Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
 But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

 You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy
 You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy
 You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray
 You may call me anything but no matter what you say

 You’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
 You’re gonna have to serve somebody
 Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
 But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

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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