"The opposite of sin is not morality, it is grace - not to cancel out or match or even one up, but to overwhelm and absorb incrementally yet not all at once either. If it were all at once, we would be overwhelmed and absorbed to the point of dangerous goodness - the destruction and demise of our own deceit and coping creations - too much, too soon for a broken human spirit that needs kind increments and dignified doses. It only waits for us, within us, around us - that fruitful economy of which our name is attached. It is unfailingly full yet pregnant with indiscovery. Its leaks break into our world, pinning down our atmosphere with dam-breaking potential, longing for the second Flood, not of death, but of life. I drag my soul to its oasis, longing for a refreshing sprinkle from the crack in the desert rock. Laying below, exhausted and saturated by the heat, only able to open and close the cracked lips of my life-leathered face to receive. At times it is sweet, at others, it is bitter. It rushes with force unspeakable and whirlpools of frightening fury, waiting, waiting for it's unleashed lavishing. Each day I lay farther and farther from the spring to comfort in its expansive shelter from the heat, and now, only now I glimpse upward. The sands of time have shifted, it has become a sheer mountain, and the crack is no crack at all. It is now a breach - a breach that longs for its day, water-falling from its overflow, a river running to and fro searching endlessly for the canyon it created to fill, to reverse, to chance its last flow - for Tomorrow the cascading caverns will fill with no one to know - only to become dark chasms deep deep below. And the whipping winds of fear, fury, shame and foe, they will not reach us from under the crushing toe. They will only froth the peaks of the waves of grace that churn and chant over us as we stare past them into space, into the heavens, and into His face. Maranatha! And until then, petition, hospitalize, sustain, create, love, un-burden, hope - and all in the name of Grace!
-Nathan (kind of)
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