2025-04-08 A Meditation on Intrinsic Coaching

“Nevertheless, we have not made use of this right, but we endure anything rather than put an obstacle in the way of the gospel of Christ. 13 Do you not know that those who are employed in the temple service get their food from the temple, and those who serve at the altar share in the sacrificial offerings? 14 In the same way, the Lord commanded that those who proclaim the gospel should get their living by the gospel. 15 But I have made no use of any of these rights, nor am I writing these things to secure any such provision. For I would rather die than have anyone deprive me of my ground for boasting. 16 For if I preach the gospel, that gives me no ground for boasting. For necessity is laid upon me. Woe to me if I do not preach the gospel!” (1 Cor 9:12-16 ESV)

Intrinsic to the Call, is the call to Share, the call to Rally rather than to coast, and all this even as goals materialize. To share: this is to be sheared of that veneer that distracts, the astonishing Fact we deny Christ regularly, even. If, that is, Christ is our premise and consequent, our heart, our home base, our Medicine for the wound.

The call to Rally rather than to coast: here, the ten percenters, the five percenters, the one percenters, distinguish themselves. We are rallying by forward movement, not any attempt to cozy up and build walls around some stasis, some static Condition. So we are sheared of that veneer that distracts: what we shared, comes back to us: aren’t you the one who claimed a Livelihood, Experience, and Encounter… with Heaven… with Purpose… with Godhead?

Cognitive affinity, beachhead, commingling, estuaries of Life… why, after all, are we war with those near us and indifferent or blind to those at a distance? Why not affinity… if we’re truly honest? Why not a delicate implant and Posture, where waves dispel and foment, to discover the patient soul’s gaze and calm demeanor, ready to Hear of a future war, a distant war, a fight just over the extent of the Human Condition, to feed the hungry or do the numbers game: the answers less fancy and elite: simple deeds based on a wellspring, undercurrent, Popular Majority of the voiceless now Heard?

Then to the Question: what of my Duty, my Conscientiousness, my Conviction, have I this hour Forgotten, brushed over, been blase about? Where is that pin in the heart that spells Pain and Contrition? Who are you, O Man, to be so calm and content?

Onward, then, no coasting but Rallying and allowing for any and all Estates missed, Existential Discoveries forgotten, now wrapped up in the comet’s tail, in the Truth that Christ lightens our load with favorite Food of the Spirit, which food we need not covet and harbor and keep subdued, but rather which food we Count On receiving when we rally forward. We will, then, recall the Contrition. We will, then, count on all things working together for Good. We will be ready and able to play at the game, to fight, to calm the soul with it’s numerical ascendancy around Awareness, third eye, the blemish of one leaf of an apple tree that obscures the entire star or moon. That leaf is our sin, it is our inward curvature, it is our veneer of false comforts. We aim instead to repent of the contentious spirit, to bless those who make us clamor and scoff and flail about all wildly: to bless in that subdued and calmed Manner that is honest and self-aware and Grateful: for the other’s soul, for those we have learned each have their contributions and gifts to the equation. And we try and be this with all comers, knowing the Lord has purchased wide latitudes of Peace and Commingling, of Working Together and coming to Know one another: Knowing as we are Known.