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Any that says NO I have never been alone with God.. are deluding themselves.. Cause they have, they just don't know it.. When they/we are alone, God is still there.. ANYWAY...
When God seems far away, Who moved?..
Or better, thinks they have moved out of the range of God..
Adam and Eve covering their nakedness were STILL naked to God.. ANYWAY...
Now there's a subject, nakedness.. Being naked in spirit is even more naked than being physically naked.. being naked in spirit makes all thoughts and intents of the heart naked.. Physical nakedness is merely a social gesture, as clothing is..
All our social and intellectual clothing don't fool God for a microsecond.. First, we fool OURSELVES, Second, we fool others.. The human condition is a masquerade, being born again starts the process of removing the disguise(s)..
Its when we are alone with God, often, that we see how silly disguises are.. We first remove them with God then maybe with others.. The human condition is a masquerade on many levels.. A Costume Ball.. Cinderella eat yer heart out.. our Prince is a KING, THE King.. and not a prince at all.. and the wicked sisters, are our mind, emotion and will..
Maranatha Jesus.. whom will wash our feet before trying on the gospel shoes.. ugh pumps..
Late, but it's been one of those days:
Forget
the pie crust promises
and santa claus wishes
passing itself off
as truth in the name
of what's holy.
In the darkness of confusion,
here, then, up on the ridge
where all men can see,
is the truth,
a burning torch,
where heaven
and earth meet,
cruciform,
embracing,
one
who is true God
and true man
offering all
for love.
Transformation, then,
is the gift
in the fire
of a God
who held nothing back for love.
Hold on to the wood,
rough hewn,
blood stained,
and look into those eyes,
and if you let them pierce your heart,
like the spear would pierce his,
you will be reborn,
reshaped
breath by breath
step by step
until you can be
truly his,
a lantern
shining in the darkness
filled with his light.