[Tension & Renewal - XXXI]
I was always taught that regeneration or revival was like following a friend on a trip to a coveted vacation destination. The only cost was the ticket price to travel.
I’m beginning to think it’s more like following a stranger at the front door who promises something better at the expense of everything.
The stranger tells us there’s no need to lock the doors. Actually, we can leave the keys. We won’t be returning at all. As hard as it was to build or acquire that house it suddenly and strangely feels empty. But the way forward, which has danger written all over it, is surprisingly imbued with the Divine. Each of us have a call toward a bone-rattling adventure with a spine-building purpose. It's both oddly terrifying and comforting, empty of any sense but deeply holy and right.
The way forward, out the door, toward the wilderness where beasts and darkness and likely hell await, there is Divine closeness. It’s the paradox of true renewal, true calling.
The paradox is a sign of true renewal.
