I have come to understand the many paradoxes of life so that I can rightly assign the works of God. If you peer long enough and find enough stillness, you will see the living word brooding over the ruins of fortresses. You will feel it in your bones like when Joseph felt the exodus before the exodus. He was already free. He felt the impending collapse. And when the day finally came and pharaoh’s first born was pushed down beyond the reach of any sorcery, Joseph’s bones stood up and left that broken fortress, Egypt.
But you’re not in Egypt. You’re in the good soil. The cosmic first born Son planted you here, and there. The narrow path is a wide path, free from pharaoh. It is time to get low, but do not debase yourself in the sight of the holy waters that flow out from beneath Ezekiel’s porch. It is time to get high, but not on the wizard’s pagan technology. You are neither monster nor mechanism.
When you walk, your steps will not be embarrassed, for your path will be clear and open. And when you run, you will not slump. Take hold of the bough shooting up through the rocky ruins. Learn to die and you’ll learn to grow up.
Again, the ruins of one stronghold attests to the hold of another. One man runs into the Lord’s shadow and falls sleep. Another runs from the Son and chokes in the daylight as his wife falls into the street.
The way of the Lord is clear and open to the sincere, but the evil suffocate in the rubble of their block houses and heavy curtains. The way has been cleared of all the debris and all of the palm branches. The hour has come. Pour out your perfume. Waste all of your wages and forfeit what you think your worth is. Open the windows and doors of your home. The winds from heaven are near to the bankrupt.
I have come to understand the many paradoxes of life so that I can rightly assign the works of God. Pass over yourself and you will not be passed over.
