Dangerously Close To Falling Apart

Dangerously Close To Falling Apart
We are not as strong as we think we are.
— Rich Mullins

A Meditation on: 

"For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God. When Christ who is your life appears, then you also will appear with him in glory."  -Col. 3:3

First, which side of Joy will I chose today?

We are dangerously close to falling apart, and a hand breath away from walking on water. Entropy threatens, beauty awakens, and we rise with a chance at either. 

Hell growls at our heals, heaven rains grace in buckets, and we run, we run, we run. To where? 

On the fault line of death and life. The Jesus tight tope of hope beyond reason. I am running on the Jesus tight rope, as the seasons heave, only to find Him drawing me into a sweet place on either side. 

A place of quiet, away from the brittlebrown and into the waters of healing, the mountains of life. Here the rocks cry out! Here the land shouts! 

"Resurrection! Resurrection!"

Here I am swollen with Him, like the rivers of spring. Here I rise with Him, into the resounding.

Second, the life of Jesus beckons me into Joy through beauty.  

"Blessed Father, I can only take the echo. Only the sound of your name. I want your face. Faces comfort, and steady. But in the land of "Resurrection!" there is no "steady." Only the shifting of templates, and the grinding of stone. Only the friction of rebirth. Only the painful vitality of newness. 

Blessed Father, during my porch-morning-quiet, give me the grinding sustenance of your glory." 

And what a glory it is! Full of life. The kind that presses in, a fullness reminding me of this time, right here, right now, and how empty it would be without You. 

Third, life with Jesus demands my humble imagination.

In the Land of Men, the land shouts, "Glory to me!" We bend in, to ourselves: incurvatus in se. I believe myself to be strong enough, but I am not as strong as I think I am.

So, I bend my mind toward Jesus. The Cross guides my thoughts, innovations, ambitions, and words. I bushwhack through my day, but only in the humility of Jesus's shadow. 

Today's Prayer: Dear Jesus, help me to bend to you; seeking heaven, serving others, singing, "Resurrection!" 


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Tim's authored four books, including Shine So Brighta children's Christmas story, and is finishing his first novel. He and his wife, Christine, co-founded The Edges and are writing a book they hope will inspire married couples to stick together no matter what. 

Tim lives in Charlotte, North Carolina with Christine and their three pixie-daughters. Sign-up here to follow their work.