Greetings Dear Reader,
I believe that
there is much more I could say about this but September beckons. As mark my first year in this place the Cherokee
named “Beautiful”, I think very differently about the days. I make plans but they are all for the purpose
of benefitting others or sharing time with those I love. I love life but only moment by moment.
I think perhaps that
is what we miss in following Christ. He
asks us for our lives and we struggle to give them to him. What he does when we die to self is request
that we follow him through every remaining moment of our lives. He will give us back each moment to which we
die filled with his love and presence. That
sounds a little smarmy even to me until I ponder what it really entails.
The process goes
like this:
I am about to step
into the next moment
I choose to look
for how the love of Christ can be seen and expressed in that moment
I choose that path
I have followed Christ
in that moment
Repeat
If I accept the
truth that it is Christ that we live, move, and have our being, then nothing
else makes sense but to do this. I have
seen this simple practice unravel pain and fear that I have carried since I was
nine. I have seen my thinking shift from
what I need to feel good to what I need to follow well. It has allowed me to be a peace when assailed
by anger both just and unjustified. It
provides no need to harbor resentment, ill will, or hurt. It has helped me be honest about my deep
darkness with those who are ready to hear it.
I do not have all
the answers. I have not arrived Dear
Reader. I still have to yield every
moment intentionally to remain yielded. Even in that, I depend on the Father’s grace to
accomplish it. I must keep vigil over my
thoughts and use them to lead me to actions that are created of faith and
following. We are meant to keep each
other company as we journey in this way.
I am going to keep moving in this direction. You are always welcome at my side and your
thoughts and questions always make the day richer.
The Vigil –
Kemper Crabb
Waiting for flame
in eye of night, I am the fuel for your fire
Light calls ever
unto light. Make me a fleshen pyre.
Touch my lips with
the altering coal; leave your shining upon my soul.
Zion shall ever be
my goal; Zion the telling of light.
Scanning the
silence with inward ears; life is a listening.
Enfolded in echoes
of timeless years; the Word comes whistling.
Build my being from
your throat; meld my meaning with every note.
Wrap me round in an
aural cloak, so I may truly hear.
Drawn towards
destinies darkling kite, riven by reality
Riding the passion
to terrible height, life upon death’s tree
Cause me to drink
from the chalice of fire. Forge me anew in the heat of desire
Let me inhabit the
holy empire and make war on the armies of night.
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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