2023-11-14 A Meditation on Secretive

“20 O Timothy, guard the deposit entrusted to you. Avoid the irreverent babble and contradictions of what is falsely called “knowledge,” 21 for by professing it some have swerved from the faith.” (1 Ti 6:20–21 ESV)

The agent’s prize is in the fight itself. High and mighty, lowly and serene, few pause to honor the forgotten Christ-events. We do recruit unto a nebulous fraternity or sorority, faith, and that a faith in Ideas, Emotions, Actions of Healing and of Discipleship. The religious gene in each of us makes hay while the day lasts, buries reverential secrecy around things too holy to mention, yet knows too that all is a very well-publicized marriage feast. That we wait for. That hearkens unto holier guile and thoughts. Unto better serendipitous Uncovering: we uncover in each other a vast troth of thoughts unexpressed, yearnings cured or evoked, drawn out; we are flying high as those recruiters unto a Creed known in the hour at once as New and Evocative.

It is known in the hour, not upon graduation nor upon a hero’s quest. No holy grail apart from the individual conscience touched to the core, seared into a stammering speech or nervous credulity: we are credulous, only we are Resurrected with our incredulous habits broken down, visible yet unaffecting wounds now, where lance and flesh-fastening nails tore. We no longer demure nor sugarcoat our halting, faltering testimony, but let it run, full river of prayer and healed totality of the Self.

The agent’s prize is a Taste for the subtle wounds Christ bore. The agent’s prize is a reverence for things others wish to explain away or reduce to an irreligious plea: “why didn’t you just tell me that?”. Because, dear soul, you were learning the power of a friendship, of a peer, of a fellow-traveler. No litany of would-have, could-have, should-have but Today a new light and new broadside unto things Holier, saved up, not kept secret yet kept reverent: that there is a time and plan, a way we do things, a sense of infinite Patience from Christ as He winces and watches, knowing we are to be made full-human, responsible for All our activities and making those activities God-some, God-like, God-full.

So to the soldier’s line, inoculated and set free, in billowing gusts of some brand of Grace untold, which Grace sets free and captivates the attention span, making us simply wish to convey One Idea. One thought, for our friend the field officer and agent. One together experience. One infinity of stories that are yet to be told (Jn 21:25), yet One Story simple and sufficient by way of each of us no longer hiding what we know or how we operate. We operate in the greatest of environs, the sublime nation’s interest found in community and living together, near to each other and Found breathing, murmuring, life beyond death, that our shape and texture and frame be no works-righteous boast, no beautiful personal accolade, but a beauty that finds its license in the fact it is Loved: God loves us, God makes us worthy of His people’s affection and responsivity because they saw us being loved. God is adored when we are nurtured or reverently saluted. As we salute the unknown yet willing Soldier, each of us post-game and post-secret, found in a sincere recruitment unto the fight before us, no longer mesmerized or covetous of higher knowledge and Truth, but in awe of the One Truth that graded us, graduated us, shaped and formed us. So soon on, so early as we spoke spirit unto spirit, theme upon theme recognized in each other. And all this through Him who made a movement out of the lowly and unregal origins story of Him who was born to simple believers of David’s broad lineage, in a simple barn.