By A Thread
Sometimes I feel
like I'm holding on by strings. But when life becomes so difficult, complicated
and dense, my God comes through. He reminds me that the strands that I cling to
are made up of God material. They won't snap. He also tells me that He has trained
me to not let go. He shows me my hands which He has transformed into channel
lock pliers. Then I remember the
training: grab hold of heaven and take it violently, just like in the gospels.
I start to gain confidence. Like a circus performer gracing the ropes high
above rings of activity, I hold onto the strings with fresh perspective.
"Receive
tenacity, grit, and endurance...", He whispers over me as I tremble on the
insides. I continue gripping the thin threads.
He releases a
sprinkle of trust dust over me. As it settles upon me, I sense a wave of
intense light, more like a crackling flame passing through me. I find it easier
to engage His trust.
"Be
cleansed and trust in me. Let faith arise and run its' course through
you."
My posture
begins to straighten. My two postures begin to straighten,
both heart and body. As the physical contour unfurls, I breathe in a purer air
flow. The oxygen wakes up my brain into clearer thinking.
My heart dips to
prostrate flatness, which allows the cable of my spirit (which is connected to
my heart) to become taut. The cable tightens, as if to make a demand on heaven
by tugging the cord of abiding. My spirit’s link changes color from warm glow
to red hot intensity. I am now more
aware of my spirit connection to His vine. I once again realize my abiding in
Him. I sigh in relief.
(My spirit is
always connected to Him, but externals always try to cloud my understanding.
External forces tend to be futilitarian in nature. But once that spirit cord
gets awakened and linked into the Holy Sap, it becomes next to impossible to
pull the plug. I so need to remember this!)
My Soul
magnifies the joy already felt by Body and Spirit. Soul is sometimes slow to
the punchline, as is Body. But Spirit is always sharp to pick up on things.
He'll even lift up his two lethargic mates, by whatever means necessary,
sometimes even slapping them to burst them out of stupor.
With the three
mates in agreement, I become flushed into a worship rush. I am no longer bound
by my externals. Now I must express.
I twirl and move
about, around the thread that I formerly feared. Holy Spirit pulls me higher by
the thread, almost into the clouds. I dodge and weave around air currents, in
spite of a distant, forgotten fear of heights. I continue on like a veteran performer.
Below, people start to notice the odd dancing curiosity in the sky.
From the crowd,
you can hear,"Look, up in the clouds, it's a bird, its a pla...a big guy
floating in the air?
Maybe so, but
really it's just another disciple of Jesus soaring in fresh encouragement into
NORMAL CHRISTIANITY, as it should be.
Tony Mujica ©
2011
