“How much does one imagine, how much observe?
One can no more separate those functions than divide light from air,
or wetness from water.”
“I have been impressed with the urgency of doing.
Knowing is not enough; we must apply.
Being willing is not enough; we must do.”
Leonardo da Vinci
(Remnants of stain glass, Bunratty Castle / County Clare / Julie Cook / 2015)
At some point or another, we will all find ourselves at a crossroads.
We will be confronted by a choice.
Perhaps even, back….
It will be at such times that the Spirit of God will be resting His hand upon our shoulder.
He will be nudging, or perhaps pulling, or more urgently yanking us…
For the path we are to choose is crucial…dare one might even say, dire.
We certainly may not discern the current quandary of choice in direction as spiritual…
especially if we do not consider ourselves to be such…
In fact, as we stand before this choice of left, right or back,
the last thing we are considering is our belief in a god…
or whether God would be, could be, the source of our quandary.
Beginning this blog 3 or 4 years ago (I’ve lost track) my initial desire was to sprinkle out a few little cookie crumbs here and there….a little bit of this and that…always with a spiritual sense about it all, but still more hodge podge than not.
Then a trip to Ireland and an encounter with someone I’d never known prior, and all of what I thought or imagined changed.
My original intent for dabbling in writing, sharing and creativity were keyed more into my life’s experiences—that of retired high school teacher, artist, Christian, wife, mother, daughter of a man living with Alzheimers, a lover of cooking, an adopted child, etc….
But then all of that shifted after Ireland.
It’s not so much that one must take some grand adventure or trip in order to feel something seismic…
not in the least.
Seismic can take place sitting in ones car while stuck in rush hour traffic.
It matters not the place nor time for seismic.
When the Spirit touches our shoulder,
and the original intentions lift, revealing our truer purpose,
that is when we can begin to finally see with the utmost clarity.
And it just so happened that I felt that seismic shift while sitting at a dinner table in a country not my own.
No longer did I feel compelled to rattle on about the random, but I felt a sense of urgency in speaking the Truth.
The Truth as in the Word of God.
Not like some itinerate tent evangelist.
It’s not like I’d been down some crazy bad path in life, had some catastrophic mishap, then bam,
it was a religious conversion of the utmost that needed sharing.
No, it wasn’t any of that…
actually quite the contrary.
I am not a fundamentalist.
I am not a Pentecostalist.
I am not gregarious in my faith.
I am not a theologian who is versed in every verse of scripture or translation of the bible.
Nor am I a mystic who has visions.
No, I’ve never had a vision…migraines yes, visions no.
Yet I knew last fall that my sharing, my words, my offerings were no longer to be my own.
There was a sense of urgency placed in my being—
time was / is of the essence.
God, His Truth and His Word…have never been readily accepted by man.
For we are a fickled lot.
Our internal struggle for independence often precludes our understanding of need.
The filters of the world have always lowered over our eyes, changing our view of the Truth…
Altering our perception of what is real and what is false
We have been told lies and we have allowed those lies to become our truth….
The lies are slick, told by a master in telling tales.
They come guised in forms which speak to our brokeness…
To those areas where we are least secure.
They speak to our ego and bravado and to our desire to having it all.
They are thinly veiled in soothing comfort…
as they tell us that we truly are ok and that our desires are, in turn, also ok.
We are told that we can have our cake and eat it too.
We are told that everything goes as long as we are happy..
because isn’t that all that matters…our happiness?
We are fed a bunch of garbage about fairy tales and fables..
That the stars point more to Life’s truth than the supposed Word of an unseen made up god.
Yet within those stars is found His very hand…
His word is mocked and scorned as are those who claim it as their own.
Misguided, ignorant, weak, clueless lemmings chasing after that which is
neither seen, felt nor heard…
That is until we stand at the crossroads,
a place we will each find at ourselves at one point or another…
We will have to decide…
That internal struggle will rage…
and you will either try and ignore it or you will know it for what it is…
and at that point, everything will become clear and you will never be the same…
Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying,
“This is the way; walk in it.”
I love this, Julie. You have a wonderful way of expressing some of my very own thoughts. Your writing is inspiring, motivating, encouraging and often thought provoking. The Spirit is alive and well in you. I would love to take a trip to a foreign land some day, but will have to rely on travelogues for a while. Have a blessed day. You are indeed a blessing to me.
Thank you Kathy for your uplifting words—I wish I could travel more…but time, money and practicality don’t make such all that possible—
yet the sense of urgency continues to grow in speaking Truth 🙂
You have indeed ignited the flames of the urgent. And I’m sure many (most) (darn near all) who read would agree that you provide sparks in our hearts as well.
My mind is afleet thinking bout the master of lies, and half truths…………., which are the blackest of lies.
More than cookie crumbs today here friend; you brought the bakery. And btw, I recognize quality baked goods a mile away. The aroma is a dead giveaway! The savor of life is so sweet. 😉
Thank you CS—time is indeed of the essence —as you so often remind us my friend
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Powerful words here, Julie. And truth. I fear there are so many who fail to even recognize there is a crossroads opportunity in their lives. You so beautifully remind us of the time we came to such an encounter. Sobering, motivating, but mostly, as you say, life changing. Thank you for always blessing my heart! Much love!!!
no, Thank You Phyllis, for being always by my side, walking this walk….
These words are needed. Urgency is needed. Reminders are found like you said wherever you are. Sometimes we think it’s in some grand earthquake, but we know it’s in the whispers inside our souls.
Urgency in whispers—I like it 🙂
It is so important for us to listen to God’s voice. We are each called to serve differently but we are each called to the truth. Thanks for being true to your calling. Blessings.
Thank you Lynda—the callings grow louder by the day 🙂
Yes, a spark was ignited in you last fall and it has burned with urgency and wisdom ever since. So keep fanning that flame that the Lord has begun in you!!! Love and hugs, N 🙂 ❤