WHERE ARE THE CONTRITE HEARTS?

My pen has been silent for some time. I've found myself lately, with little or nothing to say; very uncharacteristic of my usual routine. But God let me take a seat on the back shelf. When we really connect with God, when we eat and breathe God, when we truly have those moments of visiting with The Master, the world cannot accompany us where we are. Subsequently, other Christians can't go where we are either. And, we are there but momentarily at this special level, connected to God. Our stay is brief, for If we were able to continue past these few succinct and poignant moments, I almost believe we would be translated, like Enoch. Why? Because our lowly, earthly, physical and metaphysical existence, could not tolerate it. God shows us His love, He shows us His plan, He shows us His loyalty toward us, then, He places us on the back shelf. I feel often He puts us there, just to see how we will act towards life's oncoming circumstances. He gives us our one-on-one boot-camp of love with Him, then He takes us to the warzone, dropping us off at the frontlines. Sometimes we act religiously like a fool, trying to command our will be done. Other times we just flee into the dark, to places where God would never go. Father watches us from a distance, as we trek on through the night, His hedge there to protect us from life's arbitrary assualts, curbing Satan's desires of our annihiliation, and His access to us, which is often granted in controlled doses by God. Last nights was one of those nights. God called me from the back shelf. Tears flowed, as forgiveness was corroborated and received by a soul much in need of The Divine Touch. Mercy flowed from the nail scarred hands, and pierced side, to vagabonds, drifters, and me; the least deserving of society's whole. When God puts you on the back shelf, remember the love and The Lover of your soul that set you there. He'll surely be back to tell you how much you mean to Him. God bless you. brian†craig