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During meditation, fragrant balm from this text soothed my psyche and enlarged the sense of my destiny:
And I saw a new heaven and a new earth…the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.
And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God.
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
From the book of Revelation 21: 1 –5.
Only willingness is necessary to participate in this vision.
The timbered great door stands ajar. Silence infiltrates the light brilliancing the hardwood floor with its intrusion into darkness: So unexpected, so frightening, an irritant to eyes accustomed to living within the grip of shadows.
No one seems around.
The urge to explore this new realm discomforts. A response is called for, despite fears similar to nail guns securing tiles to tar-papered roofs—It’s safer to remain with the familiar, however outworn—That’s what everyone says. Yet, the light persists, the light beckons, the light warms.
How many times have I stood upon such a threshold? Let go of opportunities for growth? Settled for less rather than embracing the necessary sacrifice to forge ahead? For too many years have I chosen the half-light, but no more. since living with terminal illness. Each morning’s challenge is to approach the opened door through study of my dreams, blogging, and listening, despite chronic fatigue and hourglass-like wasting of physical and mental faculties.
The paradox of this diminishment opens me to the teaching of Jesus of Nazareth, the opened door to the fulness of Light. “Whoever enters through me shall be saved,” He said. This, alone, satisfies, even now as I await full admittance.
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the handiwork of his hands.
Psalm 19: 1
Heart Whisperings 