Um. . . .The Sound. Song of Salvation. . . .

So the deal is, I am hearing the Lord beckon so deeply.

I have NO clue what it means or what it is requesting of me, but I feel like a bug drawn to light. I am trying so hard to follow that voice because it gets stronger and stronger. Before it was saying, “This isn’t a game, this is real, and you don’t really have a choice any more, you gave your life away.”

Now, as I have gained my stance once again, I can see, not so much blind but perhaps more blurry - than ever. Trusting the voice that I keep hearing, I begin again to start running. I scream “What else is there!?!” and continue on this journey. It is a long road, a tunnel, something quite scary. It makes me tremble but does that mean I’m falling? Perhaps it’s the earthquake, the inevitable shaking of this generation – anything but endearing. I sing, “What can wash away my sin? What can make me whole again?” The voice is calling, it’s singing, it is saying “I’m your way!”

Truth is screaming in a way that makes my heart full of fear. I have issues with the way things were, but that’s the problem. I still have qualms. There is nothing just in judging the past, placing my bearings on the basis of a previous dash. I say, “I can’t go on!” trying to make sense of a crooked zig-zag.

So where am I on this journey? Have I gone so far I can’t see where I’ve come from? I am learning it’s not about what has passed but where I am going. Heaven itself is welcoming. Perfect justice awaits me as I begin to sing the song of Awakening. Wisdom’s anthem is causing eruptions to the break the new molds that are made out of past wineskins. They have accomplished their tasks but pushed to the brink of extinction – seemingly disturbing – THE OLD WINESKIN has left its residue, abandoned for a seemingly sweeter branch. What if there is still savory wine in the old skin, yet to be dranken? The ways of the anchors have been forsaken – the rocks on which the father’s have built their house have been crushed into sand, where the youth bury their bodies up to their heads in fun.

What hope is there? There is hope for the new Dawn – The Bridegroom will come, and prove the horizon which we chase. He’ll come. He’ll come sooner if we pursue. There is no time to wait and make haste as there is work to be done, there is a Gospel to share – It’s LOVE. Let us seek the Father that heaven might come down and reign in justice, perfection and divine purpose.