Yesterday's diatribe may well have been a detour and yet, we see Truth in God's detours.
Before the diatribe spiraled into a thing of its own - I had begun here ~
". . . and He will show Him greater works than these, so that you may marvel and be full of wonder and astonishment." (John 5:20)
This is the place where I desire to write - a place of wonder, of astonishment. A place of child-like marveling at the Great Things He hath done. In truth, I do not desire to write from this place of wonder but to live in this place of wonder and then allow all else to flow from the marvel. Our words, my words ought to flow only from the place of wonderful wonder. Everything I am in need of to craft the perfect W O R D is so clearly found in W O N D E R.
Hence, my deep disdain for the awful word (dare we even name this jumbled jargon a word?) BLOG.
For trivial cares of this world steal our wonder at the Wonder of us all. Blogs and jobs, technology and our busy, schedules and time tables, calorie counting and our dollar making, schools that turn us into mindless fools and a myriad of other wonder - less thieves gobbling up our wonder.
I fight the battle, daily, constantly - to stop the wonder thieving goons that have all the appearances of good but are certainly not the Best.
I want the Best. I want all the marvel, the astonishment, the WONDER of looking into the Best.
Allow me to further explain -
Good versus Best
Beach versus Ocean
Wonder Thieving Goons versus Life Giving Wonder
I have lived my life on one coast or another. Half a life upon one and then the second on the other, we now find ourselves resting on the gulf attached to the other.
I have known the beach, known the beach well. I have lapsed many a lazy laying days listening to lulling waves lapse laboriously upon the sand.
The beach calls to our lazy ways and meets the demands of an apathetic self.
The beach is good.
But, the Ocean is BEST.
The beach is yet just the moment where Ocean gently touches our world - demonstrating just a slight hint of the power contained within. The beach is place where power untold and beauty unfathomable lay up gently around our toes to offer a soft whisper of the raging storm help within the deep.
And I have known the beach, the soft whisper but have feared the Ocean, have feared the Deep.
I have settled for the wonder - thieving good and lived Wonderless, lived Oceanless.
A lifetime lived by the sea, sadly lived Oceanless.
The Ocean, where the tempest will blow and the leviathan will roll, and yet this Ocean will still somehow lovingly me lull.
This Ocean has lingered at my toes, just a plug away and I have foolishly lingered on the beach with mere child's play.
My Ocean is waiting -
And the Wonder of the mighty tempest blow,
The Wonder of the playful leviathan roll,
This Wonder desires to fill me full,
But, alas the beach doth lull,
Yet, of the Wonder it is null,
The beach we do mere mortals know but the Ocean is beyond our knowing. It is not a knowing but a plunging, a diving in to the Wonder of the Living Water.
It will take courage and a single minded focus to live amongst the depths of the Sea. Peter took eyes off the Wonder and sank within the moment, our eyes must be fixedly steadfast upon the tasting and the seeing the Fullness of the Wonder.
I have know the good of the beach for far too long, the Marvel of the Maker is calling me into the depths of the Deep and I will surely take the plunge.
Before the diatribe spiraled into a thing of its own - I had begun here ~
". . . and He will show Him greater works than these, so that you may marvel and be full of wonder and astonishment." (John 5:20)
This is the place where I desire to write - a place of wonder, of astonishment. A place of child-like marveling at the Great Things He hath done. In truth, I do not desire to write from this place of wonder but to live in this place of wonder and then allow all else to flow from the marvel. Our words, my words ought to flow only from the place of wonderful wonder. Everything I am in need of to craft the perfect W O R D is so clearly found in W O N D E R.
Hence, my deep disdain for the awful word (dare we even name this jumbled jargon a word?) BLOG.
For trivial cares of this world steal our wonder at the Wonder of us all. Blogs and jobs, technology and our busy, schedules and time tables, calorie counting and our dollar making, schools that turn us into mindless fools and a myriad of other wonder - less thieves gobbling up our wonder.
I fight the battle, daily, constantly - to stop the wonder thieving goons that have all the appearances of good but are certainly not the Best.
I want the Best. I want all the marvel, the astonishment, the WONDER of looking into the Best.
Allow me to further explain -
Good versus Best
Beach versus Ocean
Wonder Thieving Goons versus Life Giving Wonder
I have lived my life on one coast or another. Half a life upon one and then the second on the other, we now find ourselves resting on the gulf attached to the other.
I have known the beach, known the beach well. I have lapsed many a lazy laying days listening to lulling waves lapse laboriously upon the sand.
The beach calls to our lazy ways and meets the demands of an apathetic self.
The beach is good.
But, the Ocean is BEST.
The beach is yet just the moment where Ocean gently touches our world - demonstrating just a slight hint of the power contained within. The beach is place where power untold and beauty unfathomable lay up gently around our toes to offer a soft whisper of the raging storm help within the deep.
And I have known the beach, the soft whisper but have feared the Ocean, have feared the Deep.
I have settled for the wonder - thieving good and lived Wonderless, lived Oceanless.
A lifetime lived by the sea, sadly lived Oceanless.
The Ocean, where the tempest will blow and the leviathan will roll, and yet this Ocean will still somehow lovingly me lull.
This Ocean has lingered at my toes, just a plug away and I have foolishly lingered on the beach with mere child's play.
My Ocean is waiting -
And the Wonder of the mighty tempest blow,
The Wonder of the playful leviathan roll,
This Wonder desires to fill me full,
But, alas the beach doth lull,
Yet, of the Wonder it is null,
The beach we do mere mortals know but the Ocean is beyond our knowing. It is not a knowing but a plunging, a diving in to the Wonder of the Living Water.
It will take courage and a single minded focus to live amongst the depths of the Sea. Peter took eyes off the Wonder and sank within the moment, our eyes must be fixedly steadfast upon the tasting and the seeing the Fullness of the Wonder.
I have know the good of the beach for far too long, the Marvel of the Maker is calling me into the depths of the Deep and I will surely take the plunge.
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