I was brainstorming for an appropriate heading for the outpouring of my heart and mind as I make sense of its translation in my body.
I don’t particular like the term suffering otherwise I would have borrowed the title of Psalm 39: ‘Confession of a Sufferer’. What I like in the Psalmist’s prayer though, is the fact that I can relate to verses 3 and 4. In there, David is expressing what I am feeling- maybe I am at the moment experiencing the presence of my David-cells.
I have been assessing, again, what I appreciate about the lexicon of God, its ability to provide solutions, often times instantly; and the way this ‘how to’ manual becomes new every time I seek for answers.
The thing is, I grew up having this same book read to me; then read and explained to me. Once I felt that I was able to regurgitate, I was doing the same to the next generation. For a while I was very excited that I was chosen as fit to teach the word of God except, this turned to be a moment of doubting what I was sharing or rather, the way I was sharing God’s message of love by constantly rehearsing and rehashing the fall of Adam and Eve and the consequences that will permanently block us from God while still believing that God has a wonderful plan for you and how my sins put Jesus on a Cross and how its through my faults, through my faults, through my most grievous faults we labour in vain striking my chest hoping that would help us detour purgatory and earn a brownie point that is redeemable for a glimpse of the Good God glory!
I stopped pounding my soul and brain; and my mind raised hell’s roof and heaven’s ceiling. I spun in circles- sometimes at high speeds and sometime with very low velocity!
Soon enough my appetite went from wanting spiritual milk fed to me while I remained oblivious, to slurping my mind into God’s chicken soup; these days I want to sink my spiritual teeth in the hard tough dumplings of The Word. I make my choice to live with gusto and take consequences for all my choices- ‘messed-up’ as well as transcendent. Though matter what, everything that brought me to now, has helped me in my hot pursuit after God!
I don’t particular like the term suffering otherwise I would have borrowed the title of Psalm 39: ‘Confession of a Sufferer’. What I like in the Psalmist’s prayer though, is the fact that I can relate to verses 3 and 4. In there, David is expressing what I am feeling- maybe I am at the moment experiencing the presence of my David-cells.
I have been assessing, again, what I appreciate about the lexicon of God, its ability to provide solutions, often times instantly; and the way this ‘how to’ manual becomes new every time I seek for answers.
The thing is, I grew up having this same book read to me; then read and explained to me. Once I felt that I was able to regurgitate, I was doing the same to the next generation. For a while I was very excited that I was chosen as fit to teach the word of God except, this turned to be a moment of doubting what I was sharing or rather, the way I was sharing God’s message of love by constantly rehearsing and rehashing the fall of Adam and Eve and the consequences that will permanently block us from God while still believing that God has a wonderful plan for you and how my sins put Jesus on a Cross and how its through my faults, through my faults, through my most grievous faults we labour in vain striking my chest hoping that would help us detour purgatory and earn a brownie point that is redeemable for a glimpse of the Good God glory!
I stopped pounding my soul and brain; and my mind raised hell’s roof and heaven’s ceiling. I spun in circles- sometimes at high speeds and sometime with very low velocity!
Soon enough my appetite went from wanting spiritual milk fed to me while I remained oblivious, to slurping my mind into God’s chicken soup; these days I want to sink my spiritual teeth in the hard tough dumplings of The Word. I make my choice to live with gusto and take consequences for all my choices- ‘messed-up’ as well as transcendent. Though matter what, everything that brought me to now, has helped me in my hot pursuit after God!
So I hold on to the baby and toss away the bath water and that to me, is the catalyst to hands-on theology.
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