"Evolving........................."

Arriving at the park this morning for my daily three-mile orbiting of the soccer field, I discovered it closed, the flood Saturday evidently causing more damage on that side of the creek than that which we experienced here. From the view accumulated on the way home, mostly it is merely debris left behind and some fence needing to be replaced, clean-up that no doubt will take a few days. Talking with a friend earlier, I listened to his description of moving from several miles outside Montgomery to just outside Atlanta, he and his wife in their early sixties and trying to make everything owned in one box now fit inside another no simple “walk in the park”. Tomas Halik suggested that “Truth is a book that none of us have read to the end”. I’m not so sure that the words “truth” and “life” aren’t, at least in some ways, interchangeable. Old age, as much as known thus far, is not for wimps. When one gets to this point, it helps to possess a faith that goes deeper than a mental theology developed along the way; and, while the Church might well be somewhat responsible for what we believe, it is we, ourselves, who will one day answer for the journey. It doesn’t matter whose pew you occupy as you go. It’s not whose denominational, doctrinal dogma you choose to accept. It’s what you learn in the next step, how much you surrender to Him in your continued stumble down the road. The Bible, in spite of its divine inspiration, is a message delivered through an earthen vessel and deposited into but another clay container much the same. I am in agreement with the above author when he states: “Those who wish to seek the living God and truly follow Christ must have the courage to learn how to swim in deep water, not in the shallows”; for, as he also declares: “The indwelling is paradoxical. It encompasses “already” and “not yet”, the mystery now with us, yet at the same time always yet to come”. The ecclesiastical body may well stand for authority in our life, at least to some degree, but the real teacher is (as John puts it) the “anointing”, the Holy Ghost “in” me day by day. My mother-in-law left this world speaking in tongues, her worship of Him confirming an unbroken connection known for decades. Glossolalia aside, I want to be likewise “plugged in” when the hour for that final relocation arrives….