The Main Quest – Closing Thoughts

Greetings Dear Reader,

From birth to the grave we are on a quest.  It is a journey back to God.  We are given the quest.  We did not seek it.  It is our just the same.

The Main Quest is simple:  Seek the Father with all your heart.  Love him.  Love his others creations.  I realize that this seems too simple.  There is subtext but Jesus made it clear that all things are built on this.

I must keep to the quest.  I must make all that I do a part of the quest.  There are sign posts along the way.  There dangers and rewards.  Moments of sorrow and joy abound.  The joy in the journey abounds in following Christ. 

We cannot quest well on our own.  We have fellow travelers.  We have gifts and provision.  We must be wise in our side quests.  We must assure that we follow.  The goal of the quest is home, peace, and life.  I must stay the main quest.

Pilgrims to the City of God – Michael Card

Pilgrims of passion we follow the One

Who holds out a cross and a crown

We travel a dark road that has but one Light

For we have here no lasting town

Sometimes we run by the power of His might

On our own at the best we can plod

What we hopefully look for is just beyond sight

We are pilgrims to the city of God

The stigma of strangers lost in a strange land

In a fallen world that's not our home

But we are not homeless prodigals here

Because we have someplace to go

Sometimes we run by the power of His might

On our own at the best we can plod

What we hopefully look for is just beyond sight

We are pilgrims to the city of God

Behold you have come to Mount Zion

The the City of Great King

To thousands and thousands of angels who've come

Assembled to joyfully sing, they sing

Sometimes we run by the power of His might

On our own at the best we can plod

What we hopefully look for is just beyond sight

We are pilgrims to the city of God

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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