Tonight I am gently reminded by my father that knowledge puffs up. I can spend much of my time in the ways of the Pharisees and Scribes but eventually I will find the glorious nature of the empty self. I seek my own praise, and I believe that I deserve it. But this is not the way of the Father. Many times we take truth as something to be mastered by our own minds, but as I spend time in reflection of moments with my earthly father (who does a good job of warming my heart with the simplicity of Christ) I realize that Truth must master me, so that eventually the Kingdom of God will be planted like a mustard seed in my heart. I do not say this to hint that I do not desire academic knowledge, but the halls of academia only traverse so far, and rightly so. My heart weighs heavy at the mention of the "still small voice" of He Who Came Before Me. The silence of His ways speaks a multitude of Truth over my finite mind. I can sit here for the rest of my days speaking of His glory (much of the time secretly dwelling and selfishly loving mine) and grace but never truly living it. I pray I find myself in His will and not in my own.
I truly desire the unforced rhythms of Grace. I want to know the held breath of hope.
Today i understood what he meant when he said, "how will i lay down in green grass fields when my soul is so afraid to...rejoice?"
Me: growing up causes me to take deeper breaths
Baxter: the air is fresher when you do...
Gently remind me Lord, I believe I need it daily.
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breathe deeply, then little brother. i hope we both learn that as we breathe back out, it is the breath of Our Father that beckons us and recalls us to life, as you so aptly put it.
and our earthly father certainly does superbly nod us to that Still Small Voice that tell us which way to walk.
Good for people to know.
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