Better Than A Hallelujah Sometimes – Closing Thoughts

Greetings Dear Reader,

The words that flow onto the page teach me so much about where I am and how I am dealing with life, faith, and following.  I am searching for the root of my sorrow.  I seek the seeds that sow my heartbreak.

I know that part of it is loneliness because I lack a counterpart.  Then those who have tried have made clear that I am too patently unrewarding to stand with no matter what the cost.  I am not saying that no one loves and that no one has ever been there for me.  I am feeling the depth of the loneliness of a loving man with no one who wants that love. 

Before you think I am whining or complaining let me be clear.  This too teaches me how to better follow Christ.  I refuse to be a man who lest how I feel determine who I become.  If I lift the rest of my life in solitude I will not become bitter.

I learn from the sorrow.  I grow from the pain.  I am not a martyr. That is not what it is about.  It is about getting a taste of what Christ feels when he pours his love out on us and we reason him away or completely reject him.  We do not really hear him.  If we did we would not be able to reject him at all.

I also get a constant reminder of how much others need to be loved.  The sorrow is a weapon like any other to fight the darkness.  It is a chance to understand the needs of others in a new way at a deeper level.  My sorrow gives me yet another opportunity to focus on the needs of others. 

It is what Jesus did when the Father sent him to us.  It is what he asks us to follow.  It is the cross he asks us to take up with joy.  It is with joy we can do it if we will.  The sorrow and loneliness are opportunities to really see and hear.  They are a chance to be really seen and heard.  We can choose rejection when we are rejected or we can choose love, grace, and light. 

What do you think Dear Reader?  Does anybody hear?  Does anybody see?  I sure am trying.  As we make the turn toward Holy Week you listen and look with me for bit?

Does Anybody Hear Her – Casting Crowns

She is running

A hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction

She is trying

But the canyon's ever widening

In the depths of her cold heart

So she sets out on another misadventure just to find

She's another two years older

And she's three more steps behind

Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?

Or does anybody even knows she's going down today

Under the shadow of our steeple

With all the lost and lonely people

Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me

Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?

She is yearning

For shelter and affection

That she never found at home

She is searching

For a hero to ride in

To ride in and save the day

And in walks her prince charming

And he knows just what to say

Momentary lapse of reason

And she gives herself away

Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?

Or does anybody even knows she's going down today

Under the shadow of our steeple

With all the lost and lonely people

Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me

Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?

If judgement looms under every steeple

If lofty glances from lofty people

Can't see past her scarlet letter

And we never even met her

If judgement looms under every steeple

If lofty glances from lofty people

Can't see past her scarlet letter

And we never even met her

Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?

Or does anybody even knows she's going down today

Under the shadow of our steeple

With all the lost and lonely people

Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me

Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?

He is running

A hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction

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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