Greetings Dear Reader,
If we were to unpack our baggage, we would
discover that we carry stones that are far too heavy for us to hold. They tether us to things of the past that are
no longer ours to possess. That which we
have taken on that is too burdensome hinders our journey.
Anger, bitterness, greed, power, and control
all create a weight that is too much for us to bear. We are meant to travel light. We have no lasting place here and we have someplace
to go. We own nothing here except our
faith and following. The things that
burden us are hindrances to both.
I have to lay the stones that I should have
never picked up. I must refuse to pick
up other stones that will hinder my journey.
I must leave them lying or when necessary only hold them for a moment. I will become angry at times. I must not hold onto it. I will have exercise control and power but I
must never seek them or try to retain them.
The world we travel through has some beautiful
things to enjoy along the way. It is all
filled with danger. It will devour us if
it can. It is satisfied to keep us from
making progress by weighing us down with burdens that are never ours. The stones are too heavy, too poisonous, and
too hindering. They will destroy us.
We must help unburden each other Dear
Reader. We must forgive, seek peace, and
love each other in ways that cause the stones to fall from our hands. No matter how long or hard things seem, it is
always easier when we leave behind the things that harm us. It is far easier when we leave behind the
things we are not meant to carry. Shall
we agree to travel lighter?
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 homeowner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great
treasure store.”
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