Thursday, October 17, 2013

Inside out?



It also leads to know our selves, that we yearn for the day of a new place and existance, that even our own flesh is unabelto to be consistant. God knew we were so. And would  spend our life time on earth in struggle of our own flesh and the Spirit.

The loneliness of the Christian results from his walk with God in an ungodly world, a walk that must often take him away from the fellowship of good Christians as well as from that of the unregenerate world. His God-given instincts cry out for companionship with others of his kind, others who can understand his longings, his aspirations, his absorption in the love of Christ; and because within his circle of friends there are so few who share his inner experiences he is forced to walk alone.
The unsatisfied longings of the prophets for human understanding caused them to cry out in their complaint, and even our Lord Himself suffered in the same way.

The man [or woman] who has passed on into the divine Presence in actual inner experience will not find many who understand him. He finds few who care to talk about that which is the supreme object of his interest, so he is often silent and preoccupied in the midst of noisy religious shoptalk. For this he earns the reputation of being dull and over-serious, so he is avoided and the gulf between him and society widens.
He searches for friends upon whose garments he can detect the smell of myrrh and aloes and cassia out of the ivory palaces, and finding few or none he, like Mary of old, keeps these things in his heart.
It is this very loneliness that throws him back upon God. His inability to find human companionship drives him to seek in God what he can find nowhere else."


Have to admit I was suprised, going alone is by far a huge blessing, it is completely depenant on God alone, it is where narrowway lives in it;s greatest joy.


Bliss- oh unpeakable words only those above can hear,
hours pass in timeless space, power comes from another place ,no place for human words, not mans empty praise , I ever seek.
Only silence,as the Spirit whispers words not from here.
Like his power come from no where,to those who hear no other, one knows he is always there.
Trust I must, His light is brighter than the sun.
My life is his,take me hither.
FS

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