GRACE has an answer for every
suffering that threatens to level us. Grace. Simply grace. Grace is the murmur
of the Holy Spirit spoken irretrievably out of the heavens, into the created
spaces of earth, into the spaces of peace and holiness within our experience, articulated
into our hearts resting in our souls.
Grace flees every vexatious
situation with an exilic eternality, but as soon as humility returns via
repentance grace returns as if it were eternally present — as it is.
The beauty of this grace is it’s
the portent of the Holy Spirit — a transactional dimensionality — where God is
immediately present, there, with us, in our spaces.
The Holy Spirit is irretrievably
there, right there, with us, eternally, as we seek the solace of God in our
soul loneliness; this is the soul at rest in its existential truth, for ever
away from home, given a home of transience on earth.
Being alive has the characteristic
of being away from what is truly home. We’re never truly at harmony with our
experience, yet, with the Holy Spirit indwelling our experience, grace makes
something pleasantly urgent of our experience; call it hope.
Hope makes out of our soul’s
loneliness the abiding belief that all will be good.
When such a feeling abides we’re
graced with the contentment that surpasses all understanding. Finally, there is
the felt promise of the Holy Spirit.
Felt. Acknowledged. God with us!
Again, it is hope that we may call
it. Peace is its by-product. And a joy unattained otherwise. There is no gold
nor silver over the face of the earth — any wealth of possession or fame — that
could compare with what has now been deposited within our hearts, resting upon
our souls.
Beauty is amazing when we have the
cognisance of God’s Presence, there, in us, activating our spirit sense. Beauty
is captivated and approached and apprehended.
Beauty has at last graced our
shores, and our experience of life — abiding even in the soul’s acknowledged
loneliness — is grand from then on. Such is hope.
Hope is that piece of beauty that
transcends all experience. From hope come peace, joy, and a satisfying cacophony
of blessing.
The Presence of
the Holy Spirit magnifies hope and brings it to bear over our existence. The
indwelling of such an experience for life has dramatic effect. We’ll never be
the same ever again. Praise God.
A blessed companion
for life and loneliness is grace; the felt Presence of the Holy Spirit abiding
within.
© 2015 Steve Wickham.
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