The walk of faith is one of waiting. More often, learning to wait. A trusting that, without the voice of God, we are lost and wander aimlessly, in futility.
We have forgotten. We have lost the ability and knowledge of serenity. When so many things scream at us for action, beseeching us for priority and begging our instant attention.
When so many desires burn for gratification and feelings cry for satisfaction.
And we are afraid. We are afraid to deny, afraid to wait. Afraid to die.
A lost opportunity, a moment escaped to never be found. All pleading for us.
To give in to desire, we are in ourselves deceived because we believe that we will miss something. But what is it that we miss?
We miss God.
As a lover’s eye becomes fixed, and a world transformed, shaped around the person, the deepness of God’s heart burns for our reckless pursuit of him. A foolish pursuit, an entire shift in focus. A constant thought and creation inspiring great mysteries, compelling great actions. Provoking great longing.
We fall in joy into a new realm of wonder and begin to speak new language, so foreign to our hearts yet so convicting in its purity and strength. We feel home.
But the two melodies grapple, searching for reconciliation, resolution. Communion.
Where the world says ‘take control’, God says ‘let go control’.
Where the world says ‘speak’, God says ‘listen’.
Where the world says ‘achieve, accomplish, follow ambition’, God says ‘believe, surrender, follow my voice.’
Where the world says ‘assume command of your own destiny’, God says ‘I am your destiny.’
“One word will do”, says the LORD.
(to be continued)
