It's what came to mind this morning when for Easter, all I wanted was a beautiful, warm, worship party, like a child who greedily wants an Easter basket full of candy and goodies. How could it be Easter and not be just like that? Overflowing with goodness beyond measure. More sweet bounty of love and fellowship than one can stomach. A day that leaves one reeling from the sugar high. I didn't count on feeling just as excised and amputated as always- more like a hang-nail than a real Body part.
I guess spiritual maturity is still quite a ways off.
There are seasons when the tree is green, there are seasons when it is dry, and seasons when, for the life of us, the thing looks dead. Now, does this mean you are serving some capricious God who comes and goes by whim? Or, could it be that it is only through seasons that true growth may come?
- The Celtic Book of Prayer, Aidan Readings, April 21
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seasons are all about tilt. it all boils down to how one leans. even at apogee, we lean directly and experience warmth.
Sometimes, it feels like all the rest of the body is in the southern hemisphere, bent in the other direction. God desires the worship of the body, it is true, but when the body is not moving together, he still desires the worship of the hangnail.
In fact, read through the Bible. Worshippers have always been hangnails. Ones who desire more than anything to be healed to the body rather than torn off.
It's hard for me to put in words, but I believe that God sometimes
appreciates the worship of the hangnail over the body...Because He knows that the worship is still from the heart.
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