Times of silence, online and elsewhere, are often ended with a
victorious proclamation of a still-beating heart. That glorious phrase, "I'm alive!", which serves the purpose of keeping
acquaintances from scanning the newspapers for recent obituaries, and relatives
from removing your name from the will, is a handy thing when one really wants
to get the point across. All in all, it’s rather a comforting thing to see when
you have been questioning the sustained existence of a friend. Provided it’s
true, that is, and the fellow in question is
still alive and kicking somewhere.
Well. I'm not.
Not that I wouldn't love your neighbor's kitty to death. I would, possibly literally, so I don't suggest you package it up and send it thisaway unless your neighbor has signed some sort of liability form. And I’m afraid I’ve only just dug myself out of the pile of textbooks I’ve been buried beneath for the past eight weeks, and I really wouldn’t know what to do with another one. For there I have been languishing, beneath my books of anatomy and physiology and chemistry, in all the glory and valor and sleeplessness of eight-week school.
I have not sent e-mails. I have not written letters. I have
not made blog posts (save for the guest appearance of my Consciousness in
January); nor have I associated with the outside world.
In short, I am no longer alive. Farewell, world. It was nice
knowing you.
So,
NOW THAT YOU KNOW YOU ARE TALKING TO MY GHOST,
There is this matter of death to be spoken of.
There are certain times when I wake up, sudden-like, and realize that I am dead.
It’s a startling thing, this being dead. But not so alone; I
have company, and I dare say it’s of the nicest sort. The family sort, the sort
that allows me to sit here and ramble on about the inexplicable, and then shut
me up and tell me to get to the point. So I will. This is it:
Therefore if you have
been raised up with Christ, keep seeking the things above, where Christ is,
seated at the right hand of God. Set your mind on the things above, not on the
things that are on earth. For you have died and your life is hidden
with Christ in God. When Christ, who is our life, is revealed, then you
also will be revealed with Him in glory.
COLOSSIANS 3:1-4
I have died to sin, to the world, to the conforming nets that trapped me before I was freed by the Son. The butterfly nets can catch me no longer; I’ve metamorphosed, and though I still fight the flesh, my soul is caught with Christ in the promise of Resurrection.
For I have died with Him; yet He has risen, and I as well. Death has lost its sting. The ending of the Curse has been written. Existance is new as the Sought and Saved put on new wings for the seeking of the Lost.
There are certain times when I wake up, sudden-like...
There are certain times when I wake up, sudden-like...
and wouldn't you know, it seems I’m alive.
2 missives:
I appreciate you :) that is all.
Penguin
And I love you. ^.^
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