I was sitting inside my Dr’s office yesterday waiting patiently to get inside and I grew fidgety although it was so early. Yes, I was armored with my coffee but I was still fidgety. I picked up a book off the end table, it was one those smutty romance novels. Since, I was limited in time and NO way was I going to have this book follow me, I went straight to the center for some action. The female heroine was being described and it really caught my attention, her name was Raine. I looked up the meaning of her name and it means “counsel, mighty army”
Raine’s description is unfolding as being filled with strength and she demonstrates fierce safeguard and compassion for the one in her care. Her beauty is clearly evident as you gaze into her face which shows the evidence of the battle she’s fought in the existence of blood from a wound on her brow.
There is nothing about her existence in this particular moment of this paragraph in Chapter 6 that feels the least a bit hard. She is pulsating, animated and soft and you are so drawn in by her keenness to jeopardize her own safety for the life of her brood.
I want my life to have a paragraph in chapter 6 like this one.
I want to be encircled by a community of people who want to live precarious and transparent lives in order to participate in God’s salvation of people. I want to have companions riding next to me who are so ready to draw their own swords, and that they are not threatened by the idea that mine is in my hand.
I want to name evil for what it is and then stand against it in a real and transparent approach, slashing at the enemy’s throat at “I am going to….” And stand up tall, ferocious, and all surrendering to a living God.
I want to be part of a community that celebrates; I MEAN CELEBRATE true everlasting beauty and a simple tenderness and strength that in turn expose the imitations when they are present.
I want to fight for the restitution of life for those who’ve been stabbed and wounded by life and are losing touch with whom they are.
I want to fight A GOOD FIGHT OF FAITH… AN Everlasting fight of faith.
With beauty… elegance… fierceness… compassion… and celebration..
3 Comments
October 30, 2009 at 9:09 am
You may have seen me over at grit.
This was so what I needed today. To know that myself along with a couple of friends should keep fighting for community like this.
You words urged me to pick up the Sword again…
October 30, 2009 at 9:48 am
[is this a repost? i feel like i'm having dejavu...]
i want to be in that community of yours.
October 30, 2009 at 1:34 pm
“I want to have companions riding next to me who are so ready to draw their own swords, and that they are not threatened by the idea that mine is in my hand. ”
cherrio, my friend! Consider me a fellow commando…errrr…comrade