Sermon from the Bottom
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You crack the seal. As the strong and familiar scent wafts through your nose you allow the journey to begin.... The gnarled, jagged scars of hurts from years pass grizzle the view of what was once a beautiful, weightless, light; your soul. The beauty although not gone, just far removed from the aesthetic you were taught to seek and admonished to maintain. The claws are long and demonically sharpened from the days of defending, climbing, maintaining, fighting...everything, everyone, the whole world in a day. Your presence sends vibrations through the air that tweak the beasts sensitive sensibilities into recognizing your presence. The eyes harboring pain on the surface and a lifetime of memories and lessons in their depths of undefinable color. You know that this beast, is your souls mark of the ongoing battle between light and dark. No definable shape but the essence of form is before you, wings of insurmountable strength. Muscle woven by the fibers of your very heart. A searing deadly fire in the pit of its stomach to let you know that you are alive and by your breath it breathes. One shot. Fall into the dark. This is a place to be feared. This is not where one goes on a flight of fancy. This is a temple reserved for the those at one and at odds with the alchemy of their existence. Tonight, you will find no loss. Your way will not be lost. You will know equivalent exchange. Sigh. The atmosphere rumbles with silent thunder, your world shifting. Flag nor fail, tonight you do not lose. You do not call time. There is no release until you are at the end. This night is the next one in a timeless battle that will never cease to rage as long as darkness prevails. Remove your armor, your judgments, your today. Tonight you go naked of earthly possession cloaked in the light of Christ. Drop. Drop Listen and hold on What is felt in our darkest hours is not the suffocating permanence of the tomb but the glorious burden of life speaking to us in the womb. In the nursery of the Divine, steeped in pure creation we are the closest to the face of God that will ever be possible until we pass through those gates into paradise. Sip. We are at the precipice of understanding the existence and power of our Christ only at the brink of our break. ONLY at the brink of our break. BREATH DEEP CHILD. DRINK IT IN. BE STILL IN HIS ABSENCE. Follow and be tested. Reenact that fateful day in which the entire world shifted. Fall once more and this time into the waiting promise of God to be risen in the light, the blood, and the everlasting bond. You will not rest, not this night child, we will not relent. Tomorrow For all the blessings and miraculous interventions that the Lord can conjure, He alone and our faith in Him provides us with the impossible- tomorrow. The chance. Just as God gave him so unto us he will present. He is divine. He is perfect. He is a servant. Unto the trappings of humanity, the flesh given him was to embolden His work, fortify His purpose, and humble the God in Him. The Lord walks ever closer now. Sip. Open your heart, steel your resolve, because tonight we will push. He knows our battles as intimately as one knows their true lover. For He has already been and continues to walk in the fires of our human inabilities and shortcomings. We are forgiven our trespasses because we know not and mean not what we do. He is here. Prepare. Your faith shall not waiver because your faith in Him and His belief and love of you will not falter. Trust Him. And now walk. Your faith has come under attack. Unending bombardment from every direction. You are safe. Your beast stirs. The shape of your 666 is clear. 777. The very fiber of your being will be set ablaze 3 2 1 Just as His skin tore with every swing of the hammer so will our hearts tear with self doubt. Feel the pressure. Feel the pressure. You are holding yourself tightly making it hard to breathe. Your own screams are blinding you from the very thing that you need to see. You writhe now from the strain. You feel now the burden and understanding of emotion and human inadequacy in a loud cacophony as Pandora's box opens again as it did during his final hour. Two shots. The Lord will always be your Shepherd. Your champion. Your guiding light. Tonight you will not let us down. Dear child, you have hurt a long time. You are brave and valiant in your efforts to keep the devil at bay. You no longer have to wait. He is beside you now. Tonight beloved, we shall evoke the lessons of the doula.... We will breath We will push. We will remain prayerful Or we will not see sunrise The last sip. Emerge. Your redemption has been granted. You have lost your will to give up. You have lost your will to live... Alone. Inside your heart. Warmth radiates. The Lord remains with you. He remains with you. Through all of your days. He remains with you. You did so good beloved. The beast is gone. You've done so well beloved. The emptiness you have felt will be no more. He remains. |
