Disturbance

“An artist is a disturber, one who upsets the comfortable people.  Not to punish but to open the eyes.”      

               ~ “A Cry of Stone” by Michael O’Brien

A true artist disturbs.  A disturber.

I struggle against the apathy that resists the agonizing labor to disturb.  To disturb another I first must disturb self.  A willingness to disturb a selfish, lazy heart - a slothful scribe such as I.  Tis certainly a laborious task.  Forgive me Jesus.  Jesus the True Artist, the Disturber Whom disturbed the long line of time.  Jesus, Who rent eternity wide open to you and I.  Whose ultimate disturbance offered you, gave me - the heavenly opportunity to step out from under linear time.  To disrupt the here and now, to lay bear the barrenness of our finite space and our limited time.  To disrupt this finite moment and to move into the limitless possibilities of mercy and eternity.

Forgive me Jesus.  A slothful scribe who can not be disturbed to offer up a moment of a minute sacrifice of the slightest disturbance.

We who are too busy with the emptiness of limited time, too consumed by the nothingness of our space when it is void of praise - how can an emptiness and a nothingness be so terribly consuming?  It is yet a subtle guile of the crafty serpent to lull the land and whisper the lullaby of into sleepy man’s ear.  The barrenness of our moments when no disturbance is offered to lay wide the emptiness of time that holds no worship, that barrenness will kill the soul with consumption.  

Worship hallows the moment I occupy and the disturbers wake the slumber-er to see the barren cavity begging to occupied by that rightful worship.

Our world needed a Disturber to show our catastrophic need to hallow each second with the rightful worship.  The Disturber came and we did surely see and yet now, so often we do need to see again, and again, again that gaping hole that screams for the hallowed filling of the rightful worship.  So, He would call us to disturb in the here and the now, to remind a world again.  To disrupt our pitiful narcissism, to disturb our sickening trend to selfish implosion.

A disturber to take eyes of our silly now and remind of the Ultimate Disturbance that laid wide the eternity of mercy.

Heavenly Father, change a slothful scribe to a disturber.  An artist.