Times of recent have proven my weakness, and absolute need for a holy God who desperately loves His children. I have been overcome by emotions of depth and torment, that have arrested every cell in my natural existence. My spritual man is alive, hungering for more of that which is not of this world. To experience the realm of this is raw, humbling, and troubling. I call out for restraint, yet I hear silence, I know nothing except the pain of realms undivided. As I read of the pains of our history, those comprised of philosophers, artists, and theologians, I am comforted....for from the depths of my spirit, arises hope again..I can see it, small, in the shadows..yet, it is there. These men rose above the calamities of the spirit, soul and body, and produced great works of writing, that God has used to grace this lonely and broken soul. Our feelings cannot dictate anything about our present or future state. If feelings were in dictatorship, would our King die a lonely death upon the Cross? I think not...He died because of a higher calling..He knew that the desperation of His natural man, would save us from the death of our natural man, in that, the redemption of our souls would move us into the presence of our spiritual man. We have freedom from this present darkness, if choices are made to surrender our earthen vessel.
I am captured, in particular, by C.S. Lewis...a man of brilliance and integrity, seized by the reality of the universal pain of our existence..."God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, and shouts to us in our pains...it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world." Think upon this, and stand in awe...not of a man who apprehended the American world by his great works, but of a man who was apprehended by a God who suffered the greatest pain imaginable..all for us, all for our redemption. Unto Him be glory and honor forever and ever..Amen!
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