What Do You Fear? ~ The Unknown

Greetings Dear Reader,

For some of us the unknown and undiscovered wields a siren call that draws us to risk all for the sake of discovery.  For others it freezes and frightens.  The unknown, the future is always a mystery.

When I think of how daunting it must be to need to know the unknown to have peace it fills me with compassion.   We bet so many things about our lives on an unknown future.  We make vows and promises based on the unknown future.  We assure others of our intentions without knowing how things will unfold.

Not knowing and getting burned can teach us to fear the unknown.  We forget that we have no control over the future.  Things change and we cannot prevent the tide of that change.  We can choose to face the future and realize our lack of control.  We can choose to let fear freeze us. 

The essence of the unknown is that we do not know.  It is that we cannot see past the horizon or the next minute.  This is when I must screw my faith to the sticking place.  This is when I must put what I do know in perspective.  In the moment I make the choice.  In the nexus I pick a direction.

Perhaps this is why the relationship with Christ is following.  We do not have to know the future.  We only have to know who to follow.  It is not his followers or what someone else says.  What I must follow is Christ alone.

New York Minute – The Eagles

Harry got up

Dressed all in black

Went down to the station

And he never came back

They found his clothing

Scattered somewhere down the track

And he won't be down on Wall Street

in the morning

He had a home

The love of a girl

But men get lost sometimes

As years unfold

One day he crossed some line

And he was too much in this world

But I guess it doesn't matter anymore

In a New York Minute

Everything can change

In a New York Minute

Things can get pretty strange

In a New York Minute

Everything can change

In a New York Minute

Lying here in the darkness

I hear the sirens wail

Somebody going to emergency

Somebody's going to jail

If you find somebody to love in this world

You better hand on tooth and nail

The wolf is always at the door

In a New York Minute

Everything can change

In a New York Minute

Things can get a little strange

In a New York Minute

Everything can change

In a New York Minute

And in these days

When darkness falls early

And people rush home

To the ones they love

You better take a fool's advice

And take care of your own

One day they're here;

Next day they're gone

I pulled my coat around my shoulders

And took a walk down through the park

The leaves were falling around me

The groaning city in the gathering dark

On some solitary rock

A desperate lover left his mark,

"Baby, I've changed. Please come back."

What the head makes cloudy

The heart makes very clear

The days were so much brighter

In the time when she was here

But I know there's somebody somewhere

Make these dark clouds disappear

Until that day, I have to believe

I believe, I believe

In a New York Minute

Everything can change

In a New York Minute

You can get out of the rain

In a New York Minute

Everything can change

In a New York Minute

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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