‘God loves us’ - can sound, so trite. Like some default-belief-setting. One-hand-blind to why - shouldn’t. Obedience to tradition not truth? A confession of faith... and pretend-not and the full substance of what’s purported, who/we 'should' obey? And this ‘love’ - not so ...loving through and through? At all? Because:. . .
I'm increasingly aware life is filled with the potentially symbolic. Another side of prayer in material items, having power in their relationship to us. Power, in what the enemy and/or - so-so-much more and most importantly - what God is saying through, these ‘things’. One sure thang? The response they might generate? Ideally, . . .
I’m not at a place to hear God. I know this. Like a muddy pond, the silt’s too stirred up. G.. willing, S/he. Praise him, Praise God - will help me find the right-standing.
When I say hear, I mean impressions and flickers of light. Birthed out the word. For now, I take encouragement at the lengths God goes in sometimes . . .
The words of Amos, one of the shepherds of Takoa – the vision he saw...
Trying to let go. Surrender full-on. Getting over the shouting back and shudder. “Limits, restriction, loss”. As if I done got material or otherwise, to squirm at this?
Not even that give-struggle in a relative, current, lap of lux – but the . . .
Our moral compass?
Is it the compass or the map? All about us/inside -or- the terrain we view fixes direction? Clinical and pastoral insight would suggest, if we can only heal me/self, healed by God - however - better-wide should, or might, come. Cumulative re-configuring. Each one... teach one and all that. A what’s the . . .