Part of the power of the christianly life is the belief that it’s a quest that cannot fail. I was part of the company of the arbitrarily beloved, tasked to the Kingdom of God, and indiscriminately inviting everyone to the journey,
From Destruction to Glory
Death to Life
Hate to Love
Self to God
What’s the big story I’m trying to cast now? Can the year of living christianly reach for something beyond an experiment? I probably can’t cast the path as the high-fantastical cosmic quest it was, but it’s still a quest.
To cultivate the spiritual fruit–
from love to self-control–
against such that there can be no law.
To deny the spirit of fear,
the spirit of love and of power and of a sound mind.
To work toward an impossible kingdom
where wolf can dwell with lamb,
children lead lions and cattle,
and no one has to preach because we already know.
And maybe even to figure something out about that peace that passes understanding these old traditions keep talking about.