“Father, please show me my sin.”
Pretense is something my beloved Son, Maxim hates. I see him curdle when he sees it in people he
cares for and wishes they would just be real with him. I grew up in a world where pretense was often
necessary for survival. There were
people to whom being genuine was an act of war.
I learned at a young age that sometimes speaking the truth got you in
trouble.
There are still truths that I dare not speak and I spent a
great deal of my life fostering pretenses in hopes of being accepted by
others. I rarely think that who I am is
acceptable to anyone. This is all pride
and sin.
I must move in the knowledge that God loves me for who I
am. He is pleased to guide me in truth
and I do not need to put up any false walls to protect myself from
anything. Only God knows how hard it is
just to admit that. I know that if I am
genuine that God will meet me and show me that he loves me. I just need to trust him to allow those who
need who he created to see it.
I am realizing that anything short of following Christ with
every breath is pretense. It is just
difficult to shake years of bad habits.
I must dress and go to church.
Pray that I can abandon this sin when you pray for me.
Organ stopped its
playing
Everyone’s gone home
But I’m here wish that
some way we could meet
Preacher stopped his
preaching
Somehow it goes on
In my heart, somehow I
feel so incomplete
You and me all alone
in your house
Don’t know how to say
it
I guess that I’ll just
play it by ear
Meet me here
Pews and isles so
empty
Still you seem so near
And I cry Hoping that
some way I might know you
Choir stopped its singing
Somehow I still hear
And the tears are
blinding the eyes that need you
You and me all alone
in your house
Don’t know how to say
it
I guess that I’ll play
it by ear
Meet me here
Don’t know how to say
it
I guess that I’ll play
it by ear
Meet me here
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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