Of vagabonds and vagrants and rest.

Vagabonds.

Those vagrants and derelicts.  They inhabit our very souls.  Something about them draw and allure us.  Though we deny it, they are at our very core.

Oh the life of a drifter.  To be tossed to and fro through life.  To live without care of time or place, status or the implied caste system that engulfs the subconscious of all cultures.  Oh to be free.  Free of the judgement, the worries, the stresses.  The ramblings of such people, when they unleash the inner vagabond, is a beautiful freedom and release.  The liberation of that part of the depraved mortal soul and heart, pouring out in various and sundry outlets is a beauty that cannot be matched or compared to any other.  The intricacy of those wandering desires and intentions is irrefutable.

The human heart is an organ unique and utterly necessary to human survival.  With that simple fist-sized organ, our very existence relies.  It literally pumps life through our veins.  It "stimulates" feelings even the most composed of mortals cannot always deny and repress.  It causes pain unimaginable to any beast without a soul.  

Humans.  

Mortals.  

The beings who are known as little glimpses of the Father due to being made in His image.  We have been pronounced blessed creatures in the Potter's hands.

Blessed with the gift of emotions.

Blessed with a function we often wish to extinguish.

Blessed with the ability to praise with our gifts and talents.  Such gifts!  Such a blessing we so often mistake for cursing.  Oh Creator.  Thank you for such a function.  Thank you for the ability to express our deep love in a way dumb beasts cannot comprehend.  Thank you for worship!

So what will it be?  Continue to repress the amazing beauty that is creativity and feeling?  Or give way to the terrifying truth that seeps into our souls?

Let out the vagabond!

Embrace the vagrants and derelicts.  Rejoice!  Worship!  Seek the Lord!

And when you have found a peace that passes all understanding: rest.

Enter His rest.

I dare you.

Keep asking.

I've been asking a lot of questions lately.

I'm learning that questions aren't a sign of weakness due to lack of knowledge; rather they are an indication of growth, development and maturity.
Growth doesn't end. Especially not spiritual growth. With spiritual growth we become more mature Christians, but we never reach a climax where we know all the answers, and comprehend everything Jesus has left for us in His word. I fear that if we do not feel the need to ask questions, we are in danger of giving ourselves much more credit than we deserve in regards to our salvation and our Savior.

Christians tend to be arrogant people. We tend to be arrogant people. We act like we somehow deserve the salvation that was given us. We act as though we are better than those unbelievers forever wallowing in their sin and self-pity.

As a Christian there is only one thing of which I am completely certain.

Jesus.
His redeeming love.
His never ending grace.
And his atonement that leaves me beautiful and shameless in His eyes.

We are forgiven. Why then, do we not act as His forgiven children? We are blessed with His favor. Remember that.