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Re: Re: This Metamorphosis: the Race Against Death |
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Jack |
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Aug 27, 08 - 8:08 AM |
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That was really beautiful Joian as are all the thoughts on this thread.
I will be the first to admit that I know little of what our resurrection means or how it will all take place. I know all has been planned perfectly in His love. The beginning, the journey and the finality of our personal lives, of the corporate man made up of all mankind, and of even all creation finds it's fulfilment in Him and I have barely touched the hem of His garment much less to even begin to realize the dimension of Christ All in All.
The old Christian mystics wrote of accounts, where while in deep prayer they occasionally met God in the unfathomable, glorious and indescribable "place of the unknowing." I may have touched that place one time but I can't remember much about it. These old contemplative practitioners of prayer also recount, that when entering our deepest realm of prayer one carries nothing, nothing at all including memories.
For me I believe the way of our resurrection is a lot like that. I believe there is a place in prayer, whether in body or out, physical or spiritual, earthly or heavenly we come closest to our resurrected state ........ a place of unknowing, way beyond our future and long past our memory.
I used to ask God almost angrily, "Lord where is my Damascus Road experience?" Today I believe I have had one and possibly many, almost unawares. Maybe this is that which I experience almost every night where all is surrendered and then more is surrendered each succeeding night. All I know is I just worship Him in the Spirit and later in the wee hour of night the surrendering is done by Another.
I'll tell ya this Jesus of ours is all I care to behold and I believe all that will be done will be done as I behold my Lovely Adonai. I must weep now because I am so miserable in love. How can you explain such, except another has tasted of the same.
"O my God, when will it be
that I can truly say:
now I live because I do not die?"
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