I see pain in just about everyone's eyes, including mine. They are happy momentarily with that new girlfriend, but the minute they break up it is crushing; the worldly happiness is so much fun, then so much pain. It is wears away. The pleasure is useless. It is fading.
Like dust. (you heard me right, brett).
In the movie "hildago," a man and his horse race across the Sahara Desert, and a story of strong friendship between man and animal unfolds. I recall the final scene, in which a huge sandstorm chases them, but the horse rides fast enough to get the man behind an abandoned building for safety. Quite unrealistic, but beautiful when compared to my spirituality.
Jesus has picked me up, carrying me away from the storm I call my life. The dust, bones of old age and pleasure rot sweep right past me, the world trouble a joke.
Because I made it to the building. The building of God, and Jesus carried me there. And it wasn't just a last minute grace thing. The horse would not have sacrificed everything to save the rider if he didn't have some kind of relationship with him.
"Step out from time, see the dust of nations.. Saturn will not sleep until the dust has made us clean" --thrice
O commentary, and the things I wonder. The beautiful mystery captivates me, and I can't stop questioning! Testing, probing (see the book ' velvet Elvis'), Wrestling!
Listening...
(note: this is an entry in my journal from a long time ago, so I will update to recent stuff later)
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