Burning on the Horizon

Just returned from a midnight stroll (literally) with Corrie during which I told her all about what I’m feeling inside, which can be most aptly stated as, to borrow from Lewis, surprised by joy. The acceptance of God somehow, someway, has been the most simple decision of my life. So many years clouding things by running, hiding behind science, false intellect, and a million different isms which ultimately have thrown my life off course. Until the moment I was able to cease the external search, look inward, and discover someone had been there all along. Waiting patiently. There is nothing more beautiful than God’s love as it turns out, and giving it back to Him is what we are meant for.

This is where the big question mark comes in. My acceptance and reciprocation of His love is the clearest, simplest choice. What to do with the love given to you is the question. How now will I harness the energy given me to serve Him? When it comes to accepting and loving God, there are no two ways about it; it is a single path illuminated by grace and glory. But the question of what next, how can I serve, what are my talents and where is my calling is a myriad of paths beneath the soft moonlight.

I’ll probably never climb Mt. Everest, but I imagine that if those successful ascenders are able to have a clear thought on top of that monstrous rock, it’s something like “Well, what next? Where can we possibly go from here?” (Of course that answer should be clear!)

That is where I am in these early hours of the morning, but luckily God is not a surmountable rock. The beautiful thing about God is that while you can feel Him beneath you, guiding your footsteps, leading the climb, you will always be able to go higher and higher, always looking upwards, the gates of Heaven burning on the horizon.