Sunday, November 28, 2010

Real. Lost.

Being utterly lost and dependent on the Father means more...when you are actually lost. Admittance of lost-ness can be an emotional response to perceived brokenness. But don't we usually have our skill-sets and honed routines as auxiliary tucked into our self-conscious? WE ARE A CAPABLE PEOPLE. WE ARE LEARNED, FORTUNATE, EXPERIENCED, TRAINED, CERTIFIED, BATTLE-TESTED. But what about when we are truly lost? What about when our toned forearms grope to find no next wrung? What about when through obedience God sets us in territory where our mental maps find not recognizable landmarks...where earth and air don't even follow the same rules as home? TRUE OBSCURITY. TRUE MISPLACEMENT. Where hopelessness is as seemingly optional as a footfall's response to gravity.  NO PRAYERS ARE LIFTED WITH THE UNDERTONE OF SELF-CONFIDENCE. Naked in a shrapnel storm. The horizon-line is a mirage. BARE DEPENDENCE. What do we do? Do we do?

The Lord is our sun and our shield
He gives us grace and glory.
The Lord will withhold no good thing
from those who do what is right,
O Lord of Heaven's Armies,
what joy for those who trust in you.
Psalm 84:11,12

1 comment:

  1. Duuuuuude. Why is it that it's so easy to slip and find ourselves groping in the dark when 5 minutes ago we thought we were standing on solid ground?? Need to stay focused...