This morning I see this:Darkness on the earth is witness to a hushed murmur of violence. The night is a cloak for the thieves.
They steal what they will; property, life and peace.
But this I perceived:
The world spins around causing the Sun to rise. And the noise of wickedness is no longer a murmur.
Now it is a deafening roar of greedy desire and wicked intent.
Their eyes open shooting fiery knives of blame. Dreams and nightmares give way to the reality of judgmental hearts.
The peace of the wee hours of the morning.
The time of prayer, time of reflection. The time to receive life from He who is Life. Clarity comes from Him. And in the clarity I can perceive as if indeed from some vast distance. The place where the splatter of blood cannot reach.
The night will come again. The thieves will sleep, the thieves will tiptoe about. But He who lives forever is Peace.
By the command of the Living God, His name is Jesus! Quiet your soul and trust Him. Listen intently for what cannot be heard. Search for what IS. His desire is for you. Doesn’t the blood beneath the cross prove His intent?
He is not a thief, unlike we who pray. He comes to grant life, wisdom, forgiveness, peace, joy, faithfulness, and doesn’t the list become endless? Those who learn to receive become like He. The spinning of the earth becomes far less fearsome.
This, is to be a Christian.
