2024-01-18 A Meditation on Getting Going

“6 The heavens proclaim his righteousness, and all the peoples see his glory. 7 All worshipers of images are put to shame, who make their boast in worthless idols; worship him, all you gods!” (Ps 97:6-7 ESV)

Raring to go, roaring into action, moving along our merry way, it is a dutiful heart that is unclutched, passed over unto time and circumstance: our Peace in attentiveness is a Peace trusting of the Spirit, no sloth either, but trusting the Good Externalities and Causes sublime.

We love, because He loved us. We patiently serve, because He served unto the Cross. We instill, to a bellicose or grumpy headache of an alternate spirit, a Faith that this life, too, matters. See the tides of time wash over the forsaken pride, no longer proud we have reached unto a level of submission divine. It is divine to answer what call-response hearkens our way. To take our decision-making to a patently special level: look here, at what focal point or decisive move I have this hour made. To be in tune with, in league with, a call-response, a hiddenness in the doctrine of sins forgiven, a Belief that unto the circumspect heart comes manners and habits and Good People syndrome: we are good people, and alight upon the ample receptive Space in each other’s hearts.

It is called such fond names as the music of the spheres, the poetry of time eternal, the sing-song or sing-along tune we each of us are getting ourselves up to. The gate to the heart is wide open, and see what may just take root. See what seeds of faith are sown. See the manifest Threat, Physical Force suggested or carefully held in trust: the soldier with arms drawn, is also the soldier with a heart sensitive and a conscience borne in milder times. Therefore the people do Hear, do Play Along, do take the time to Care. That there was a tearful goodbye to the mish-mash of society chugging along, and a hello to life orderly yet not corrupted nor intimidated: we are suggestive to one another, not constrained nor oppressive. The times, the service, the servant-leadership is not making the physical nor the imposing into the Reign or Final Answer, but rather Believes in love directed our way as we rest easier for the sake of our spiritual arms. Arms drawn, yet Peace, because we are the most ourselves and the most calmed, in the theater of war. Strange quickness of gait and subtlety of spirit greets the latecomer, who begs and pleads for Divine Sanctuary, today warmly and with no tardy slip but with this third route, this alternate option, this Inducted, Imparted, Imputed, externality Discovered and Alighted upon. God is here, as Man draws swords. God is a higher power, a better final end, than any thoughts of what bliss is found in heaven, or of what peace is found in tomorrow’s outlay. Our heaven is of a peace as though rockets exploding overhead. Our labors are a better solution to the gift of field and plow, each to a man, to a woman, to a family. We are already there, and already Approached by the Spirit, Warmed gently by the proximity, Appreciated and Breathed of Life into and upon, by what Heavenly Spirit does coach us, does promise us, does peace us, or make for sure assurance that our fight, our service, is not the final word on the matter, but rather the final word is our Action-Consequence, our Roaring into the melee, our Raring to go. In our heart-on-sleeve Decisiveness and Day of Action, we are tucked in to a heavenly rest and externality divine.