I am often
distracted, and like a youngsters hand firmly gripped by his father, take for
granted that He is committed to holding onto me, as I pull toward the 'candy'.
Though the
wrappers change, the distraction is basically the same, because it lies
somewhere other than the Hand that is grasping mine.
We mistake
good intentions for Good...misunderstand death and disease...and continue to
insist mending a curtain that was torn.
All in the name of G_D.
We quote
our 'heroes' rather than becoming them, and true joy is closer to our illusions
while we try to make our illusions true joy.
King Solomon has become like many I have read that are giving
us a warning about what is illusory and what is 'meat'.
I found
great peace, hope in this passage I read Sunday morning.
1Thess 4 v 11-12
9 Now about your love
for one another we do not need to write to you, for you yourselves have been
taught by God to love each other. 10 And in fact, you do love
all of God’s family throughout Macedonia.
Yet we urge you, brothers and sisters, to do so more and more, 11 and
to make it your ambition to lead a quiet life: You should mind your own
business and work with your hands, just as we told you, 12 so
that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not
be dependent on anybody.
Humility
is not a public performance...but it has its spectators.
Often
we strive for good, while passing by the best, taking for granted the hand that
will never let go, and forgoing who we were created to be, for our 'illusions'.
