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?
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.