Just some thoughts...

The legacy of the evangelium hammers right at the substance of my own heart. The burden of my regrets, frequent failures, despair and idiosyncratic secret sins lobbies hurling insults that seem to penetrate ever deeper the longer I spend in this “dark world and wide”(Milton). The substance of that etching silence reminds me that partnership is just as endearing and enviable as canker soars on Sunday. The bother of loneliness is just as cold and recalcitrant that contentment seems just as impossible. The loss and the gain have a paradoxical movement spiraling away with out the impetus of my own planning or progress without imposition, though there are days I feel like I have the reigns. These contrasting bipolar tendencies exist in every Christian and the Gospel is both the culprit and the medicine. Christ's wounds have made us priest to God. His work provides means and reason for the kind of lifestyles we care to lead counter to the “call of the wild.” The Gospel preached to Adam that makes us Abraham's and therefore Christ's, is the same Gospel lived out by God in Christ “to wit the filth” (Bunyun). My propensities toward despair and egotism, self-centered-ness and loneliness have their own death in the death of the death of Christ.