Tuesday, November 18, 2014
She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes
Or take the metaphor of climbing a hill, unable to see what is over the horizon. Life is a series of hill climbing and reaching vistas, except for the huge reality that aging makes the climb slow and at some point we make the leap into the unknown beyond.
Yet the seeds for every discovery, the needs for every corner in life, have already germinated between my ears, and the transformation begun decades ago assures me that I need not fear the next turn, the next vista. Freedom, it is for freedom Christ has set us free.