Selah

Sometimes language feels tired and overused. Sometimes familiarity feels too stubborn to be pierced. The thoughts and opinions of man are stale to me (including and especially my own) unless they ring of Him.

Beyond all the noise… there are whispers of Him. God is whispering. There is a sound around the throne as i type these thoughts. What does it sound like? 

Oh Christ! Give us ears to hear you. Attune our ears and dilate our eyes to your kingdom that is coming. May it come on earth as it is in heaven.

Despite all the seeming urgency, He waits so lovingly for a quiet, listening ear. One who is unreservedly wholehearted and considers everything else as loss that “I may gain Christ and be found in Him…” and yet we need Him to want Him. 

sS breathe on us, Jesus of Nazareth. My heart and flesh yearn for you… the Living One. we can do nothing without you. Teach us how to live and love like You: to do and say only what we see the Father doing and saying.

To the King of the ages, immortal, invisible, the only God, be the honor and glory forever and ever and ever and ever and ever x100000000000000000000000 amen!