I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Friday, January 4, 2019
Come and die
“When Christ calls a
[person], he bids [that one] come and die.”
Dietrich
Bonhoeffer, The Cost of Discipleship
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I am called
You are called
We are all called
by God
To come
Come to the table
Come to the
wedding
Come to me
Come above all to
the cross
Come to that
place
Where things die
Greed
Hate
Anger
Fear
Ego
Come to that
place
Where having
died, you come alive
To hope
To peace
To joy
To love
It seems weird
does it not,
To say that in
order to find life, we have to taste death
But God is always
a little weird
And so it is
We have to let go
of everything
Perhaps even life
itself
For as long as
our heads, our hearts, our souls
And yes, our
hands are full
We cannot
participate in the way of God
If we do not let
go of our love of money, we cannot give
If we do not let
go of our love of power, we cannot walk the way of service
If we do not let
go of our hate, we cannot love
If we do not let
go of our essential selfishness, we cannot be focused on others
If we do not die,
life is lost
Both figuratively
And literally
If we do not die,
we really die
I am called
You are called
You are called
We are all called
by God
To come
Come to the table
Come to the
wedding
Come to me
Come above all to
the cross
Come to that
place
Where death and
life become one
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