Friday, April 14, 2017

Good Friday 2017

Our view of spirituality through anyone’s book or prophet is cloudy. We have understandably developed the persuasion that what is real is what we can hold with our hands, see with our eyes, hear with our ears. Yet how many of our philosophers, even scientists, have found defects with that premise?  Probably just about all of them because while we explain one phenomena another pops up to take its place, rendering our previous explanation questionable at best. So our quest for reality is never ending. It becomes disheartening and is often abandoned out of sheer weariness of soul. 

What does the apostle John writing in the first century say to this? “That which we handled and saw, what was from the beginning, what we have heard, what we have seen with our eyes, what we have looked at and touched with our hands, concerning the Word of Life—  and the life was manifested, and we have seen and testify and proclaim to you the eternal life, which was with the Father and was manifested to us— what we have seen and heard we proclaim to you also, so that you too may have fellowship with us; and indeed our fellowship is with the Father, and with His Son Jesus Christ… This is the message we have heard from Him and announce to you, that God is Light, and in Him there is no darkness at all" (I John 1:1-3,5).

Our view of spirituality through anyone’s book or prophet is cloudy, until we see the Light. 

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After believing in Christ for over twenty years, I found myself depressed and the darkness was particularly acute on Communion Sundays. This coincidence formed a vision of myself kneeling at the foot of the Cross and looking up to see a single drop of blood falling toward me, always falling. For reasons that were a mystery to me this was not comforting as one familiar with the gospel would suppose. After about a year I wrote down the vision and my impressions to go with it in prose. I kept working on it for quite awhile without significant relief. One day I converted it to a rough poetic style and the cloud of despair lifted and has not returned. The link below is that outcome.

Fade Not Again