In the Balance

"Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature?" (Matthew 6:27) Sententious structure

We're about there, you know. We've reached the point in our thinking, where we see thought from without. And I suppose that is enough to drive someone crazy. A boiled-down definition of schizophrenia, I might add. What I mean is, our sentience is up and quantified. I don't really care and I suppose it's my choice. I choose to be a Christian and maintain these strains of thought that, I believe, spring from a heart (i.e. spirit) made alive by the Holy Spirit. But again, if my brain's merely doing it's thing having been influenced by my progenitors, I wouldn't know what to think--if I didn't have, what I would consider to be, spiritual corroboration for that which "I believe".

"He made known His ways unto Moses, His acts unto the children of Israel." (Psalm 103:7)

This is why I lucubrate. Why I write the way and the things I do. The previous sentence is called a zeugma, by the way. A word whose original Greek etymology means "to yoke". When you diverge from the verb into two different branches of meaning. I write the way I do because not only is it my unique style, it also clears my head. A daily necessity, I might add. I also write the way I do because I enjoy it. I absolutely love the fleeting feeling I get looking back up the page at both the quantity and also quality of my thoughts, represented in English, font notwithstanding. It's a fleeting feeling because I go on living. My life springing back from the briefest of moments where time stood still. Now, the things? I write the things I do because, well, they're what helped me substantiate my existence.  And this is where the zeugma comes in again. I would have to say that "my stature", as Jesus put it (Yes, He's literally referring to your physical height. Can I use it metaphorically to refer to my inner person?), the smallest element of that which makes me, me, is this desire to see into both worlds. The realm in which God dwells and the one He put me in. One in which I live simultaneously. And if I had to identify the smallest part of this exchange between the two, I would have to point to words and language as my ways and means of doing so.

"That He would grant you, according to the riches of His glory, to be strengthened with might by His Spirit in the inner man."

Sentient structure

"That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that ye, being rooted and grounded in love, May be able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height; And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God." (Ephesians 3:16-19)

One of the strongest desires I have is to "set the Lord always before me" (Psalm 16:8). Innumerable distractions seek to cloud my vision and distract my mind from seeing Him at all times and in everything. And if I unwittingly adopt a thought, like a cog, that turns in a direction against what I know God to be, I have to unwind and find my way back with the help of the Holy Spirit. As Solomon says in Proverbs (16:3), "Commit thy works unto the Lord and thy thoughts shall be established." I understand that I can take the tack that ends in denying God altogether. To be satisfied with my lot and realize that anyone purporting things I can't quantify and qualify, is foolish in the extreme and biased to the point of irrational censorship. But I choose to want to believe. And even that sounds twice removed. I believe. I know. The love of Jesus transcends thought. I hate to sound like a troglodyte here, but I really know of no other way to say it. If you haven't experienced the love and kindness and character of Jesus Christ, I wholeheartedly recommend it and suggest that you at least take Him at His word to see if maybe there's more to this world than we can see with our eyeballs.

"I can't believe that it's real. The way that you make me feel." Al Green

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