Greetings Dear Reader,
I am allergic to the planet.
Once winter has played out its last and the world begins to spring back
to life I am assailed. It starts with a
little bit of congestion on the left side of my head. It is always the left side.
Then begins the dance of saline spray, hot tea, Guaifenesin,
and cool breezes. I was tested many
years ago and basically anything with pollen attacks and attempts to kill my respiratory
system. The worst is pine pollen. I register almost off the charts at the high
end of allergens. Cats, raccoons, and
possums also diminish my capacity to breath.
For a time I had to stay indoors much of the spring. That is no longer true but I must stay ahead
of the attacks. I win most of the time. It is a discipline of avoiding what assaults
me or being prepared ahead of time. It
is a vigilance of mastering the subtle signs and stopping things before they
start.
I cannot stop the allergies.
I am allergic to one of things that is the essence of life in a fallen
world. Others have it much worse that I
do and this is not a rant or complaint.
In truth those allergies teach me a great deal. They remind me that I am not designed to be
broken and fallen and inhabiting a fallen broken world.
I am designed to be a good man in a good world. My being was mapped by God to belong to a
world that is his, under his guidance, free of allergens and sin. I am designed to be good but I fail. We are not designed to live in a fallen world
as walling beings.
That is how it is.
The journey I am on is the journey back to good. It is the journey from this broken world back
to a good one. It is the journey away
from the world for which I was not designed to the world for which I am
intended. I have fallen to earth as a contagion
and allergic to it. Following Christ is
the treatment for the condition and the path to healing.
What I have to do is keep ahead of the symptoms. I have to recognize the onset of failure to
follow or selfishness. I have to see
when I am putting my interests above those of Christ. I must follow without hesitation. I must keep walking and avoid the things that
trigger my allergies. In this context
stopping to smell the roses is exactly the wrong thing to do.
Aliens
and Strangers – DeGarmo and Key
Sunday morning, and the pews are filled with friends of
mine, yeah, friends of mine,
And, for the first time, I look around,
I realize, I realize...
My closest friends are aliens and strangers,
Travelers here, living with danger,
My closest friends are aliens and strangers,
Travelers here, living with danger.
I used to wonder why they act so strange,
Now I know, yeah, now I know,
I heard the preachers say this world we're in is not our
home, it's not our home.
My closest friends are aliens and strangers,
Travelers here, living with danger,
My closest friends are aliens and strangers,
Travelers here, living with danger.
They're all pilgrims just passing through, heroes away from
their homeland,
And, since I've discovered the truth, I look at my friends
and I can't help but think that....
All of my friends, they're aliens,
Just passing through, yeah, they're aliens,
My closest friends, yeah, they're aliens,
My closest friends, oh, they're aliens,
Just passing through, just passing through,
Just passing through, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
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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