Confessions

Progressive Surrender

To say my ambition is dead sounds a little morbid. And an exaggeration. My dreams and visions have had time to reign in my life and for the most part those things had their day. I’ve accomplished things in my life–things that others climbing everest mount-photohaven’t; things to be proud of. But the effort to tame and steer those ferrel dreams has become too much for me. In my pursuit of them I’ve realized that my dreams and how I want them realized are akin to mirages. They seem to be great in the planning and development, but the fulfillment has left me feeling just as empty and dissatisfied as I did when they were unfulfilled.

It seems to me that many, if not all, of those dreams for my life and the people that I envisioned being in them were good and God given. Plans to help others, plans to nurture people and to lay down my life in the process. The thing is–when it comes to participating in God’s Kingdom only Christ’s dream can being fulfilled and it is meticulous and perfect. As much as we, in certain glimpses of time, try and capture the essence of how everything works by making estimations and conclusions, it’s only a matter of time before the proverbial kaleidoscope of time shifts and we find ourselves attempting to make sense of the absolute mayhem that ensued as a result of our decisions. From my estimation most people are in one of 2 stages: the figuring out and controlling stage, or in the stage of becoming aware of how random and seemingly untame this life really is. Continue reading “Progressive Surrender”

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Christian · Meditation · Poetry

Pursuit of the Holy

The winds rage
As the determined press in
Seeking the eye of the storm
False convictions knock us down
Demanding we submit to the religion of the day
For when men chose to use God as their means of demand
They do not back down
Even when they argue with God

So few even know that a deeper place exist
Beyond the ease of the piety of men
Beyond the choice to put on a suit
The is blood has been spilled for a greater
More meaningful habitation
A place of miracles and open visions
A place of encounter with the Living God

If I told you that this place was available to you
Would you pursue it?
Would you take my words to heart?
Or…