A Nightmare

April 13, 2009

Have you ever had that dream of being a 5 year old lost in a crowded street, looking for your mom, crying? I kinda feel like that. Except I’m not the kid anymore, but the mom.  (Not the dad, but the mom. hmmm.)

You can’t just sit down and tell them everything they need to know.  It doesn’t work that way. You wish you can tell them of a life that is so much more than what the world tells us about. But there’s that barrier, that hesitancy, between human beings.  Even the comforting physical tap on the shoulders cannot bridge the infinite distance between two people.  Not even a kind encouraging word, not a gift, not even spending time together.

It is only by the cross.  For our souls are meant to last in eternity, and in some sense, infinitely folded in and away from one another.  The love of the cross is the only thing that can bind us together.  Love, that agape love, is what drenches the air during those golden moments.

A new command I give you: love one another.  As I have loved you, so you must love one another.  By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: