Greetings Dear Reader,
“Desperado, oh, you
ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home…”
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home…”
For so many years I tried to create what I thought was
home. I dreamed of greater and nobler
things than I actually worked for. I
prayed for things that would have enhanced my flaws and thankfully did not get
them. At the deepest core of my being I
know that home is not a physical construct or even a gathering of like souls.
One of the things that cements our hearts is our lack of
understanding of or belief in what home really is. There are things here that can become a
semblance of home. We may be comfortable and think we are at peace. It is not wrong to have a home here or find
that the lights and fire give us peace and rest. It is wrong to think that even the best abode
here is home.
When I discussed pain and hunger yesterday, I left out their
purpose. Pain and hunger are supposed to
drive us home. So are peace and
rest. In following Christ, we are being
led home. Nothing about this fallen
broken world is home. When we lose sight
of this, we begin to harden our hearts in a subtle dangerous way.
Comfort and rest are not wrong. They are, however, supposed to be the
exception not the rule during our journey home.
As I have been processing and continue to process my failures, I see
that I have taken refuge in things that make me callous to the real needs of others. Pain, hunger, hearth and rest are all meant
to drive us home. They are all designed
to show us what we do not want and what we truly desire.
At the core of my soul is a vagabond journeying to an
undiscovered country. I have always been
dissatisfied with this world. I have
always wanted to discover what is next.
I have also been hard-heated and given to the things that delay me from
that part of the journey. I have let the
wounds of life distract and delay me instead of drive me. I have tried to create that which I do not
have the power to create. I have craved
that which subtly hardened my heart.
Home is that Undiscovered Country and I must journey well
through this wilderness to get there. We
must journey there together whenever possible Dear Reader. We are supposed to care for each other along
the way. What we must not do is forget
that the sorrow and joy here are just shadows of that to which we journey. Even the best home is just a welcoming inn
with some warmth and light to rest us so that we may journey again
tomorrow. The deepest pain is designed
to push us closer to Christ where the only real comfort abides.
I am thrilled to journey with you whenever I can Dear
Reader. I love you and it is our duty to
keep each other’s hearts soft. We can
rest when we need to as long as we remember to remind each other that we have
someplace to be and a long way to go to get there. So, tell me how I can help you along the way
whilst I douse the fire and pack up the tent.
We have ground to cover today…
The Road Goes Ever On and On
– J.R.R. Tolkien – Performed by CamillasChoice
The Road goes ever
on and on
Down from the
door where it began.
Now far ahead the
Road has gone,
And I must follow,
if I can,
Pursuing it with
eager feet,
Until it joins some
larger way
Where many paths
and errands meet.
And whither then? I
cannot say.
The Road goes ever
on and on
Out from the door
where it began.
Now far ahead the
Road has gone,
Let others follow
it who can!
Let them a journey
new begin,
But I at last with
weary feet
Will turn towards
the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and
sleep to meet.
Roads go ever ever
on,
Over rock and under
tree,
By caves where
never sun has shone,
By streams that
never find the sea;
Over snow by winter
sown,
And through the
merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over
stone,
And under mountains
in the moon.
Roads go ever on and
on
Under cloud and
under star,
Yet feet that
wandering have gone
Turn at last to
home afar.
Eyes that fire and
sword have seen
And horror in the
halls of stone
Look at last on
meadows green
And trees and hills
they long have known.
Still round the
corner there may wait
A new road or a
secret gate,
And though I oft
have passed them by,
A day will come at
last when I
Shall take the
hidden paths that run
West of the Moon,
East of the Sun.
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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