I am reading Matthew 11 as I stumble upon
this headline. Some kind of depth is introduced to my hear and so I
decide to spend t some time thinking about it. Right at once I drift
away into what seems the endless ocean of God. Over and over again waves
of thoughts are rolling towards my shore of understanding.
How can I
describe this discovery? How can I put words on what I see and still
don't see... I am reading the last verses again and again and it feels
like deep dark chocolate on my tongue. Slowly it melts away in the
warmth of my mouth. I can feel it's sweet taste dissolving into all the
pores of my mouth. It's as if I want to grab a hold of the sweetness
tasted, but as the information reaches the shores of my understanding it
already has dissolved like a water drop in the ocean.
That's how I feel
about Grace these days. It's as if I experience it multiple times like
an offered invitation to follow, but somewhere along the way I am
getting lost. Like observing the waves and getting lost in its rhythms
of breaking on shore.
Why do I not give up in this challenge that seems
so impossible? I ponder... Well, I guess a sailor always will hear the
call in his heart to come out into the open sea. There is something
majestic laying in the water and the wind that is not heard in another
place. For this season I think Grace expresses itself in the willingness
to follow the call to place myself into the water and be carried away
by the waves.
