09 March 2017

What Do You Fear? ~ The Unknown

Greetings Dear Reader,

For some of us the unknown and undiscovered wields a siren call that draws us to risk all for the sake of discovery.  For others it freezes and frightens.  The unknown, the future is always a mystery.

When I think of how daunting it must be to need to know the unknown to have peace it fills me with compassion.   We bet so many things about our lives on an unknown future.  We make vows and promises based on the unknown future.  We assure others of our intentions without knowing how things will unfold.

Not knowing and getting burned can teach us to fear the unknown.  We forget that we have no control over the future.  Things change and we cannot prevent the tide of that change.  We can choose to face the future and realize our lack of control.  We can choose to let fear freeze us. 

The essence of the unknown is that we do not know.  It is that we cannot see past the horizon or the next minute.  This is when I must screw my faith to the sticking place.  This is when I must put what I do know in perspective.  In the moment I make the choice.  In the nexus I pick a direction.

Perhaps this is why the relationship with Christ is following.  We do not have to know the future.  We only have to know who to follow.  It is not his followers or what someone else says.  What I must follow is Christ alone.

New York Minute – The Eagles

Harry got up
Dressed all in black
Went down to the station
And he never came back
They found his clothing
Scattered somewhere down the track
And he won't be down on Wall Street
in the morning

He had a home
The love of a girl
But men get lost sometimes
As years unfold
One day he crossed some line
And he was too much in this world
But I guess it doesn't matter anymore

In a New York Minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute
Things can get pretty strange
In a New York Minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute

Lying here in the darkness
I hear the sirens wail
Somebody going to emergency
Somebody's going to jail
If you find somebody to love in this world
You better hand on tooth and nail
The wolf is always at the door

In a New York Minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute
Things can get a little strange
In a New York Minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute

And in these days
When darkness falls early
And people rush home
To the ones they love
You better take a fool's advice
And take care of your own
One day they're here;
Next day they're gone

I pulled my coat around my shoulders
And took a walk down through the park
The leaves were falling around me
The groaning city in the gathering dark
On some solitary rock
A desperate lover left his mark,
"Baby, I've changed. Please come back."

What the head makes cloudy
The heart makes very clear
The days were so much brighter
In the time when she was here
But I know there's somebody somewhere
Make these dark clouds disappear
Until that day, I have to believe
I believe, I believe

In a New York Minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute
You can get out of the rain
In a New York Minute
Everything can change
In a New York Minute

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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