25 April 2017
Holy Ground Reprise ~ Closing Thoughts
Greetings Dear Reader,
I am at a loss. This song will not let go of me. Even weeks of thinking through it have not let go of it. It is spinning in my head when I awaken. It haunts my dreams. I find myself humming it when I am not focused on other things. Even when I am focused on the task of the moment it plays in the background like the hum in a wire.
Perhaps it is that I have not found the lesson in it yet even though I have found many. Perhaps I am just obsessed. Whatever the case this particular song worm is still gnawing away at me. I must move on to other writing.
Still I have learned more about holy ground Dear Reader. The most important is that I can become holy ground for others. If I treat them with the love of Christ then I can create holy moments where they have the opportunity to see Christ more clearly. This brings me some comfort.
I have also learned that the things for which I feel the deepest need are still eluding me. All of them are shadows of what lies ahead and the need for them is intended to draw me homeward. I still deeply feel the absence of a fellow traveler. I still feel the strong desire to follow Christ as closely as I can. I also feel se very damaged and broken.
Things about which I must write in the coming days are heavy but I must be true to the focus of my heart and mind in follow Christ. So, Dear Reader, as we move further down the path together I leave with thought from Waterdeep. It is all holy ground. Jesus is in the midst of us. I follow him and cherish the holy ground that is created when you walk with me.
If You Want to Get Free – Waterdeep
In the gas station bathroom by the condom machine
I heard the word of the Lord
He said "Take off your shoes,
this is holy ground too
you know I came for the sick and the bored."
Beneath the selling of beers
And the welling up of tears
Out beyond the beam of the remote control
There's a whispering voice
That the humble ear ears
that says "I am still waiting
for you to ask just to be made whole."
And the bush it was burning on the mountain top
and though the leaves never blackened, the fire didn't stop
That's the way that it works in this old life of sin
You gotta let the fire burn you just to get clean within
I am so often deterred from my actual intent
by distractions in a cellophane wrap
And the cruel voice that taunts me when I open them up
to find just one more box full of crap
It's where you're mocked while you abstain
and then cursed when you give in
It's all a game that's impossible to beat
But there's a peaceful refrain God'll sing in your brain
when you put the nails to your hands and your feet
And the smell of our sacrifices
still fills up my head
There's just a few left at the altar, Lord
all the rest of them fled
And we've cried and we've tried
We've sweat and we've bled
But we don't just need atonement
We need to be raised from the dead
When they took down the cross from that dark hillside
The blood on their hands was the blood from his side
That's the way that it works, That's the way it must be.
You gotta let His blood stain you of you want to get free
If you want to get free
Don't you want to get free?
I think you want to be free.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
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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