Here we are, as comfortable as you can be. As naked as you can also be. The pillars support us. The roofs shelter us. And one day, you can be assured, all that are here will be taken away from us. We will disappear like these buildings will. Nothing endures except what nothing cannot touch. We sit here not because we have nothing but we have everything in our faith to survive the ordeal that is our humanity and the dreadful despair that ensnares us daily, even as we tried our very best to flee our temptations. We sit here, not because we are truly comfortable, but we fear that our seats will be taken away from us, and we shall trip and fall, terribly and infinitely. We have everything that is for us to escape, to rest and to be very still, while the world fades away and disappears into nothingness. You do not want to be forgotten. You will not. He will not forget you. But let us pray once again, that the touch of infinity begins our daily communion of what is immediate and directly personal to you, as it is to those who care and look at us, face to face.
O Father in Heaven, while the seeds fall and though everything will be taken care of, you sent your only begotten Son to nurture those seeds, that they may grow and strengthen themselves for fruits to bear in time to come. Surely your Spirit dwells in these fruits, that the new seeds of new fruits will continue your work and glorify You as the circle of life and death continues. The flow of sweet succulent wine! May the Spirit continue to lead us into the houses of need, that we may conquer the unforgiving cold and lonely nights of our stay in this world. We need you, dear Lord. Come. Surely, You come!
We pray, not as mere seeds, unable to grow and sprout new life. We pray, because we are almost there, almost able to be stand tall, and bear the fruits of our combined labour. The rain, the sun and the air. And our hands. The repetition of grace is the most extraordinary thing ever. And yet, to Him, it is most simple and ordinary. That is the very reason why we can believe and be assured of our growth. Let us not choose to believe in extravagant and excessive means to reach you. For the fundamental reason that marks us as Yours is precisely our unworthiness as seeds; but hand-picked by you, thrown into the soil one fine season, we grow, not by our will, but Yours. For the wind and the rain can blow and pour all their might at us, but we are safe because You protect us. And that alone makes us worthy - by Your grace. So let us not fool ourselves, that any operatic and decorative ornaments can make the fields more blessed, more beautiful and worthy, and more ready for what is to come. For by itself, through the unconditional divine attention You give to us, as we keep to Your ways, we find then the balance of Your will and our wills, shared in the common aim of glorifying You; till thy Kingdom come.
We pray, not as mere plants, unable to do anything without your divine attention. For we know You are always there, caring for us in Your own way and in Your own time. For there can be a season when nothing happens but patience and a steadfast attitude will see us through. Let us live in this world not for worldly possessions or achievements but live for the mere presence of You. You alone shall be all we need. As long as there are seeds. As long as there is a field (even if that field is a desert). Your love reaches us and delivers us from the most oppressive situations. Let that be our steadfast faith. Our strength comes from you. Our bursting from the ground happens with Your will.
We pray, not as mere fruits, vulnerable and pitiful. We give abundantly unto others just as You have given to us abundantly. Let us not boast that by our strength alone, we could grow to a state that we can be independent of You. We have grown. But in heaven, we are Children. And may you bless us, Your foolish children, of wisdom. Some seeds may fall and be forgotten. Some seeds will be taken away for evil and economic wants. But some seeds will be like us, that drop to the field of Your grace, and grow up just as You see to it that they will.
So there is nothing that is not unknown to Him. Everything is awaiting us. And everything we need to grow up is sufficient. Nothing are the things of the world that fade away. Nothing will come out of nothing. He is everything. The Alpha and the Omega. Everything begins and ends through Him. Let us not add anything new that replaces Him. (That is impossible.) And yet, we foolishly altered ourselves to suit invisible gods and idols.
No one can get near to Him if we do not actually believe that we are mere seeds, just as you are now sitting, helpless and too comfortable. For we do not fall just by our own strength. We fall that He may pick us up or begin the work of life in us; that we may reach high up into the skies, as trees and as capable trees that bear fruits of His labour. So let us not do anything exceptional or believe unto things excessive. We have to keep still, and believe in our destined growth. A growth that is courageous. A growth that conquers storms, droughts and hails. Grace alone ensures our growth. Faith alone ensures our own seeds. Look to the Spirit as it dwells in us. Inwardly, shall the seed of life do its own great work. The water is within us. The breath of God is within us. Seek the things of the external world, you only ignore what is potentially within us to be the trees of life of this world.
But even trees will fall one day. So look not for symbols of this world to prove our existence. We live because He lives in us and for us. We live because He died for us. Everything awaits us. And He is everything we are waiting for. Come, everyone who sits here. We sit with a kind of blind idleness. The path is narrow but His grace is able. You cannot run from Him, even as you sit there on the ground, un-nurtured and uncared for. For already His will works in you and you will take root, and burst into the sky like the new born seed. Yes. That is the message for today. The seed of life lives in you; the infinity of everything awaits its manifestation through you. You insignificant and finite being, now made significant and infinite by Him. Let us reconcile this with a humble and meek gratitude that it is through His blood, the great work of His grown human body as the container of our Saviour’s blood, that we may today drink His wine and feel that warmth and comfort within our cold shells and believe that we too, may be like His wine, bring His good news to those seeds shattered and unable to grow. Let us then pray again, for these seeds, sitting in their own rooms, houses, great plazas and dark places. And we silently await, our return to the field of Your garden. We are not harvests of cities, but Your own harvest.
Forgive us, for saying too much. Forgive us, for the sins that hinder us. We are forgiven. We grow, in Your Name.
Amen.
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