Here is that purpose thing once again arriving from beyond the reach of what I ought to do as if somewhere in the future there will be a perfect version of me running and not moving. Hope and fear come from the same place arising not from any cherished sense of self but from the space of seeing the present disappear into an unknown future where all time ceases to exist. I have heard that it was possible on rainy days to be able to lift a thought on angel wings straight to the heavens beyond the storms stirring all from the complacent dreams which surround us from being holy.
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“How is it that you have contrived this deed in your heart?” – Acts 5:4
Giver of all blessed thoughts both helpful and cursed, our cravings eat us up; feed us a new way; for in our emptiness we acquire what is not our own and hold it close to what we think is our heart; and the pounding we feel is not the beat of life but the sound of our own steps running away from our chance to become holy. Amen.
…and the thing was suddenly taken up to heaven. Acts 10:16
Divine Deliverer, who brings down "something like a large sheet" filled with "all kinds of four-footed creatures and reptiles and birds of the air", a miraculous menu for all to consider, voicing from above the earthly table, “What God has made clean, you must not call profane,” send more of that sheet, as we failed, for the fourth time, to read your writing in the heavens. For upon its removal, the earthly author turned the dream of your holy arrangement into a disappearing act, even calling the dream, "the thing." Amen.
A Thread You Follow 