Truly installing a screen door in a submarine is like faith without works.
Let that sink in…
How many of us have lined-up, bowing our heads in vanity and blindly chosen to silently follow in-step waving this submersible’s one way ticket.
What is the fruit of our works encompassing all our thoughts and prayers, words and actions, and convictions that offer others, regardless of their state of being, a hopeful consolation? How close to the river of charity do we choose to take root in gratitude? Has the political sieve of reason that polarizes our culture justified the conditions that limit the dignity of certain Image-bearers?
Is inherent human dignity mercifully gifted within creation or determined by creation itself as a reasonable right? Would the mind of Jesus be amazed by desire for gratitude or astonished by the disconnect between faith and charity?
If we truly carry about in our body the death of Jesus so His life will bear His reckless love of neighbor towards God, then shouldn’t true charity become the disciple’s overwhelming light that chases away the shadows of our conditional love?
How often my deepest prayers measure my selfless and selfish motivations against the matchless work of divine love.
One day we will all drink that final cup that will curse or bless. In that moment of consumption upon bowed-knees we will instantly see the brightness of our healed souls or dimness of our unworthy judgments through dim eyes. There is no negotiation from silent tongues before the One, Holy voice who joyfully welcomes in friendship or simply says He knew us. How I pray this same voice is familiar to you now. If it is not, seek an answer in humble prayer and desire to taste and see the goodness of God.
His work in progresss,