From
John 15:1
H,
I have to confess: there is a buzz about this morning. I
am up and about and exercising and finding the secret joy in life. Yes, me. I
know the human nature of things will forbid me this thrill lasting the whole
day. Perhaps heads will explode and hearts’ rupture if joy is to go through
every fiber of our present being. Perhaps, it will not.
This contentment has only come from being with God. I do
not mean this in merely a state of prayer or reading the bible, though that is
somewhere in there, but in really looking up at the things that matter and down
at the many things that do not. I cannot say that the problems I have, that you
well know, have moved from that state of mountain-hood they were in yesterday.
I have moved. I have been moved. I do not even know how or when it happened.
The Buk says music gives him the sense that everything will be okay in the end.
That is the sense I have today.
I wish I could bring out some prescription from this. I
wish I could lay out a lesson. If there is one then it is merely to stay
connected to the vine. I do not know what that means. It is something I am
exploring. I am not a good candidate for these things but, hey, no one is. We
are all equally in need of the divine touch of love. We are all equally able to
receive it. We must all be called to connect with it in some way. Of course? On
a day like today, it sure seems like it.
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