2024-08-10 A Meditation on Trying Days

The most challenging days of our lives are a bit of a memory event, blindsided, strange fixtures in the panoply of human experience. Our experience. Touched by the common doctrine: God approves, God heals, God creates, and space reveals that the consolations and desolations are relative: no more are we hindered than we can face, and no less are we avoiding the future tears, the clamoring that the mountains would fall on us, than are we presented with these tears. It will not be easy, they say of the coming Judgment, the Latter Days, the War. And we are in a cocoon or a bubble of happier or coping thoughts insofar as we are not burdened beyond our abilities. Too, we are patient and self-assessing of ourselves, that we shall go gentler unto our own self-assessments, giving of time and circumstance, allowing the healing and the coping, the plain tolerating and toggling, the winsome guile and preparedness, unto a Confidence it shall come to pass, and it shall rerun, return, revisit the sense of nurture at large, nurture beheld, nurture tamped down unto our circumstances.

We are in that strange negotiations of, if saved, then insofar as possible please let it be by my own pluck and good works. Please do challenge me, and let me Emerge triumphant. Please do take a gander, an overall once-over, and find me on the winning team. Moral and upright. Not somehow of a brand called Christian that is dubious or raises skepticism as to its cleanliness of life: no, the religions of Law bear up a better reputation in that front, on that regard. We smile at the little Observances of the good Religionist of the Law, whatsoever their claim to be “Saved by the Blood”. And in frightful strange environs, travelling and at a waystation, or in familiar turf, we are Creatures of Integration and Involvement. We vibe off of others, and off of the excitement met with nervous what-ifs.