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 . . .
God takes responsibility for the destruction of our lands and life. Never intended but one-step from inevitable, the call becomes more pronounced and louder. God ‘able to save but doesn’t’ is tantamount for the why, there’s ruin. And God ‘does’. In the mystery of involved in - yet resisting and fighting the unseen destroyers.. . .