Sunday, February 15, 2009
Question
Do we live up to the call of sanctification or do we live out of it? What's the difference? Also, do we "pursue" holiness by means of actions/choices (the emphasis being on the what of doing) or do we live in holiness by way of submission (the emphasis being on the Who of what's been done)? Again, what's the difference?
Monday, February 9, 2009
February 8, 2009: Is That All You've Got?
Dear You,
I just don't understand.
Why you can't believe it.
Do you like the struggle?
Do you like the constant
up
and
down?
That's not what He intended,
But of course you know that...
You just think the ride is fun.
(Unnecessary though it is)
At least it's an adventure.
It gives you something to...
Complain about?
How is that so valuable?
"I struggled today..." (Yeah, but you didn't have to)
The struggle is what you live for anymore.
You win somedays...
(Go you)
You lose somedays...
(Awwwe, poor you. Better luck next time)
Who are you fighting anyway?
The air? (That's productive...)
I bet it's not who you think.
I bet... if you look closely.
You'll find it's Him.
What now?
I don't know either.
You like feeling like you can do it?
You like seeing how you can do
what no one else can?
That you've got the smarts?
And you've got the muscle? (All lies...)
Why?
That is my question...
If only you'd answer.
If only you'd admit your state!
Why can't I make you see? (Broken eyes...)
You've been hurt,
(Yep, we all have. Ever been crucified?)
But we've been healed,
And pain isn't our identity.
Joy is.
I want to give up.
Every day.
Every... single... day.
But I love you too much to.
(I can't not)
What's next?
I don't know.
I type a letter to no one,
Who is also everyone.
Wondering "why?"
I pray...
Tears... and... blood? (Yep...)
Here we go again.
Freedom is real.
But it costs everything.
Take it.
Leave it?
Go ahead.
(If you can indeed go.)
I dare you.
I've been wondering how to get in.
I can't.
So I'm calling you out.
You built those walls around yourself.
Why can't you tear them down?
You know you can't escape.
So you pretend you love it here?
That it's where you're meant to be? (More lies...)
I don't understand.
You're meant for open horizons.
Whenever you're ready.
I'm ready.
I love you too much.
I'm still learning,
But I know that much is true.
Goodnight, Beloved.
May these words aggravate.
May your flesh squirm.
May your might fail,
And may His voice prevail.
Love,
Me
I just don't understand.
Why you can't believe it.
Do you like the struggle?
Do you like the constant
up
and
down?
That's not what He intended,
But of course you know that...
You just think the ride is fun.
(Unnecessary though it is)
At least it's an adventure.
It gives you something to...
Complain about?
How is that so valuable?
"I struggled today..." (Yeah, but you didn't have to)
The struggle is what you live for anymore.
You win somedays...
(Go you)
You lose somedays...
(Awwwe, poor you. Better luck next time)
Who are you fighting anyway?
The air? (That's productive...)
I bet it's not who you think.
I bet... if you look closely.
You'll find it's Him.
What now?
I don't know either.
You like feeling like you can do it?
You like seeing how you can do
what no one else can?
That you've got the smarts?
And you've got the muscle? (All lies...)
Why?
That is my question...
If only you'd answer.
If only you'd admit your state!
Why can't I make you see? (Broken eyes...)
You've been hurt,
(Yep, we all have. Ever been crucified?)
But we've been healed,
And pain isn't our identity.
Joy is.
I want to give up.
Every day.
Every... single... day.
But I love you too much to.
(I can't not)
What's next?
I don't know.
I type a letter to no one,
Who is also everyone.
Wondering "why?"
I pray...
Tears... and... blood? (Yep...)
Here we go again.
Freedom is real.
But it costs everything.
Take it.
Leave it?
Go ahead.
(If you can indeed go.)
I dare you.
I've been wondering how to get in.
I can't.
So I'm calling you out.
You built those walls around yourself.
Why can't you tear them down?
You know you can't escape.
So you pretend you love it here?
That it's where you're meant to be? (More lies...)
I don't understand.
You're meant for open horizons.
Whenever you're ready.
I'm ready.
I love you too much.
I'm still learning,
But I know that much is true.
Goodnight, Beloved.
May these words aggravate.
May your flesh squirm.
May your might fail,
And may His voice prevail.
Love,
Me
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