Friday, April 25, 2008

Thought #23.1

Your way was through the sea,
your path through the great waters; 
yet your footprints were unseen.
- Psalm 77: 19

Life:  

It's time for you to go against all you know.  It's time to let go.  Of.  Everything.

Those summer days spent swimming.  Hours in the water.  Back and forth.  Floating.  Swimming.  Diving.  Deeper.  And deeper.  To the deepest darkest regions of all existence.  And that is where you need to let go.  Because deep calls unto deep (Ps. 42:7); you are called.

See, you can lose yourself on those days so easily.  All it takes is bathing in the sun.  Maybe falling asleep and waking up burnt more red than a lobster.  You lose yourself in the freedom of sunlight scorching days.  You lost yourself at land's end.  Beneath the horizon and before the waves.

Do you hear it calling?  In that moment before you shyly dip a toe in the unknown, do you feel the urge to just run?  To run leaving all behind? not knowing what's ahead? not knowing up from down, but only that there is more to be found way out there where the waves foam at the crest and break?

Because out there is the wild.  Mystery.  Piquing your interest.  You know, you just don't know, but that's the whole point; we're not meant to know what's to come.  All we're meant to do is walk on.  No matter where our steps take us.  Even if those steps falter - by our own foolishness, folly, fallibility, our human nature that was weaned off all goodness and perfection left in the garden.  Even if those steps stumble fall and fail, we are still meant to walk on.  

Into waves.  Into sunsetting horizons, purples pinks then nothing but stars.  Into the deep way far from beach sands safety and all that's comfortably laid at our doorstep; God's way is not comfortable though we are given comfort along the way.

Tell me you've never wanted to jump from a bridge just to feel the freedom of flight.  To know what the morning birds sing of.  Then to feel the splash, whether it can be described worse than a car crash or sweeter than a Tootsie Pop or more refreshing than a glass of lemonade from some entrepreneur-kid's lemonade stand on the corner of Main and Wickendon.  

Because this it not a suicidal thought; it is our being screaming clawing clinging to the fact that there is more to life than even spending storybook times with the girl who means the world to you sitting on the jetty and watching night break, all fade, as you are finally together after months spent oceans apart.

Tell me you've never desired there to be more to life.  To one day look out your window and see the rain fall in slow motion.  Where you can collect drop for drop stringing together chandeliers above your head.  So after when you look up into silent stormy skies, all will be lit by reflections like the way the sun glitters when it hits Plymouth Bay in the evening.  

Because then you would help orchestrate all the beauty of life.  And then you would behold heaven on earth.  And then you would see your God face to face.

So today is the day when you drop it all.  When you stop trying to appease the masses.  

Because it's not about how much you read your bible, or how long and eloquent your prayers sound, or even if you believe in God or not.  It's about you finding the way.  (And I pray it leads you to God.  I pray it leads you to truth.  To life.  A life beautiful and good.  And one that you marvel at when you try thinking on what's to come because the future is unseen.)

Let go of all you know.  Even if for one second.  

Because if you find yourself at land's end not comprehending anything, not knowing up from down and any other opposite, tell me then, do you truly feel alive?

So take a step.  Let the waves crash like sun sets.  And follow the path through the waters. 

This is life.

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