This hymn is having its day and I’m going to be brief. Today’s readings are about offerings. Without more study and research I’d rather not comment too closely. Having said this, here’s not a study, meant to be a closet. Tap and pray.
This morning I intend to complete/watching, the second half of Hellstorm and try and feel . . .
God... we need you. Open our eyes to how-much. You’re more willing to engage than we often believe, please make the most of us, of me... and invade with the love presence of you - The Holy Spirit. Conviction we know, can be a struggle - but nevertheless we invite this. You. And lead, oh kill the stupidity in us that thinks there’s a . . .
‘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 . . .