Greetings Dear Reader,
Even on the brightest and best day we travel a dark road. The shadows are never too far from us. The journey is fraught with danger and the darkness
seeks purchase wherever it can find it.
We forget because of the things and ideas we use to create a
false home. Nothing we build here will
last. Even the very best here is shadow
play compared to what lies ahead. There
is no lasting abode until we reach the clearing beyond the path.
The HOME we seek is not here. It is beyond our ken until we get there. I do not pretend to have the answers as to
what it is or how it looks. I do know
that it is better. I know that it is
eternal.
The only light we have on this dark road is the one we are
told to follow. Part of singing you HOME
is to remind you that your deepest pain and greatest joy here is fleeting. Time yields for no one and we are drawn ever
towards the undiscovered country. We
cannot make it there without following Christ.
Only he knows the way.
The practical application of this is to remember the basic
commands. Love the Father. Love each
other. Remember that attachments to
things only brings harm. We can follow
with our hearts if this is all we pursue.
On our own we have no hope.
I have too long sought something lasting in the wrong
place. I ask you to make the pilgrimage
with me to that which is eternal. I long
to sing you home by reminding you that we are all pilgrims to the city of
God.
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 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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Thorn:
Bookings at aramisthorn@aramisthorn.com
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