3/12/12: Submitted by dying into life:

My eyes are fixed on the constellations.

The wind wraps around the trees and ruffles the leaves. It is a sweet and lovely sound. The sensation of remaining still with my eyes holding the stars as an anchor while the wind is moving and changing everything around me,brings a peace over me.It's as if in that moment I know exactly where I stand and who I am. I sway in kind with the breeze. A gust picks up the dust to kiss my cheek. I raise my glass and the ice makes a soft clink, like wind chimes. I sip the smooth whiskey with honey undertones and feel it warm my chest like a hearth. My eyes haven't left the night sky for a minute and I think to myself- My God, what would a person have to do in order to live among the stars forever? What would it take to live on in the constance of the constellations, so that my light could bring lost souls home?

Like the northern star. Maybe that's what God calls us to be. Each in our own way, a constellation. In using his grace to light our lives up, we can bring the lost home. And if they choose to wander to seek truth in their own way (as everyone has their own way), then let them know should they ever cross our path again, we will remain a safe haven with ever-open arms in time of great storms. This must be done not through words, unless necessary. Not through a pretentious show of faith. But by genuine, kind, and righteous action. The kind that has no witnesses or the earthly praise of congregations.The man who gives his life in the darkness lives on forever in the light.

I raise the glass to take another sip.

I'm out of whiskey.