Where it begins

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague.
Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

Edgar Allan Poe

(chives / Julie Cook / 2016)

Our faith begins at the point where atheists suppose it must be at an end.
Our faith begins with the bleakness and power which is the the night of the cross, abandonment, temptation and doubt about everything that exists!
Our faith must be born where it is abandoned by all tangible reality;
it must be born of nothingness,
it must taste this nothingness and be given it to taste in a way
that no philosophy of nihilism can imagine.

H. J. Iwand

It has its beginning in the depths of despair…
for it is not to be found in the rapture of joy.

Stripped of pretense and facade,
Its secret roots penetrate far and wide…

It resides deep within, hidden from plain sight…
Scattered across the dusty barren recesses of the heart.

It takes hold in the blackness of night,
During the empty isolation of the tortured soul.

It is during that bleakest and empty affair of abandonment…
the very moment the smug conclude that both it and we are finished…
As finally all our talk and foolishness will thankfully come to an end…

It is exactly within this bitter tasted instance of nothingness…
that our Grace explodes into existence…

6 comments on “Where it begins

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  2. Eventide says:

    …And is transformed into the sweetness of unconditional love. Just wonderful, Julie. 😍

  3. atimetoshare.me says:

    Such bittersweet words, dear Yoda! As I get closer to the end of life, I often fear the outcome. Not that I doubt that another life awaits, but for those I will leave behind. I know that they will eventually heal, but they will be affected in ways I know I have been when losing loved ones. Even Jesus tangled with His impending death when He prayed in the Garden. We all struggle with it. We know it’s coming eventually. We pray that something will happen to prevent it, but it come anyway. God give me peace when my final hour comes.

    • Bittersweetness my friend is laced in the depths of endless hope….
      I’m like you, I too wonder, fret, worry—and even then, we are told to trust. It’s like hanging on a wire, and the person below tells you to shut your eyes and just let go…cause they’ll catch you…I’m going to have to close my eyes when I let go…

  4. Love the last line! 🙂 ❤

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