Awakened to a Lively Hope:
The clouds this morning parted like a curtain as the sun neared breaching the horizon; it was cosmic, almost miraculous, almost too perfect, and left in the sky after were joyous downy wisps.
“Be prepared to give a reason for your hope, but do so with gentleness and respect.”
“…He removed the scales from [Saul’s] eyes...”
Indeed, if we believe in more, then there is something more to be serviced than a fixed object of belief, and it is reflected, filtered into our words, that there is something set and real in the universe, and all is not a dream--
However, in the flesh form, is not truly--communion with God--a walk into a fog of sublimination empowered by faith, trust and love?
The end of harvest, in many quarters, with fields turning empty, and many farms turning-in, anticipating the winter season:
Historically, there are harvest festivals, in celebration, along with each having its own traditions, such as bonfires and things.
We have to stop worshiping the past sometime, and then killing ourselves for the future; these things accounted for, the future then begins to occur before our very eyes, bloomings, and leaves turning—hearts loosening boundaries, minds and attitudes changing.
We will have known heaven spiritually, but the physicality will be transposed into eternity in whatever form, at the end of Christ’s foretold harvest. When the last possible human believer turns his mind and heart to God, the music stops and the harvest is complete—”well done, good and faithful servant.”