There are mindbending spasms in the pancreas, worse than anything to which I can compare them, anything I can describe.
Death is coming, and I do not want to die.
Does all this have a purpose? Is there a meaning to something that feels like I am the plaything for demons?
And the answer...YES.
All the health and wealth preaching, all the prosperity gospel ..they don't address the Passion.
And it's the Passion to which we're called. The Passion is the core of our faith.
Once more, into the breach...once more, into the arena...
Once more, to the Cross.
My Cross. The Cross is the burden, the hope, and the promise. (And promise is the Five Minute riday writingprompt this week.)
Come and see your show of shows,
step up, and take a seat.
Come watch a man take vicious blows
from which he can't retreat.
Come now and taste the paradise,
the nectar of the strong
sip it once, and sip it twice
to feel that you belong.
Come and hear the bloody sand
under feet all sandal-shod;
hear, taste and see, and understand
life offered up to God.
Come learn from this, then kneel and pray
that you won't be in that ring one day.
Music from The Seekers, with I'll Never Find ANother You.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.