Intoxicating Reality

What if when we came together we communally asked Christ to resonate through our gathering. What good is a prayer before dinner if it is but a stinging reminder of a depth rarely reached? What of emotion and how like our meditation it can run out of control or serve us as a platform to the divine? What of liberty over restriction, and a dismissal of worldly culture, if only for a minute, if only for a thought, for we are not of this world. What of jubilant fraternity? It must be true! We are more than sinners saved by grace! We can escort heaven to earth. What is not possible with a communion of saints?

Sweetest words I can muster for a dear Savior

My Christ, your presence caresses my soul. Like incense I desire my intercession to be. Ever elevating the glow of a soul so enamored. From what depths you lifted me, from what pits I cannot fathom. Captive, set free, now captivated by divinity ever pristine. In the stillness you weight the air. Pride flees and shudders before your exalted presence. Does heaven descend or do You lift Your own?

Though Blatent as Awkwardness, how we forget

We pray, we offer up our needs and desires in desperation at best and disregard at least. Like a socket longing for it's volts to scream forth. Often disconnected. God adores us more than we could now know or understand. Nothing stands in His way. We so often need only ask. Prayer baffles me. Not so long ago I felt, along with brothers and sisters, to pray for the impossible. The impossible happened. My heart was aroused, but how easily I forget. I think of that answered prayer, and suddenly my soul feels tugged to worship. To worship in spirit. To know that Christ opened the way...bridged the gap. Evermore