The Ironic Tragedy

Oh Lord,

Our Ironic Tragedy

Is not that we fail to strive for Thee,

but that we fail to rest in Thee,

For that is in essence

what it is You desire of me.

And the Heart of Your decrees.

Not that we follow them perfectly,

but that we rest in You eternally.

We attempt in vain,

To follow in our name,

In order to evade Your blame,

but this is the Irony

Of Our Tragedy.

In striving to follow Your decrees 

of our own.

We fail to make You, the cleft in the rock 

our home,

and We end up going at it all alone,

Wandering through the desert free to roam, 

yet we do so without you.

Because we do not seek to be with you.

But to be righteous without the one who,

Is the only reason behind any good deed that we do.

Our folly is that we seek to do good on our own,

independent from the one without which any form of good could not exist.

Tis our Ironic disposition, from which we see the world and existence, such that we can see any existence of good deed caused by our, with lack of His, existence.  

He desires not that we do good on our own, His demands would not be to ask of us that which is impossible.  He simply demands that we rest in Him, for in doing so, He shows His good deeds through us.  It is the Bitterly Ironic Tragedy, that we are deceived into the idea that we can rest in God without causes outside our own.  How is it that we can rest in that which we cannot be made aware of outside of the effects of restoration that His presence causes upon our hearts?  If our hearts are hardened, how can they themselves be the cause of what makes them yet feel again?  In order to be born again, we must be reborn and this is an event over which, we who are dead and await new life, have no control.  In order for our heart of stone to be made of flesh anew, We must of our heart be remade and refurbished and that is an event of which we, who are of stone hearts, have no control.  We oh fellow dead creatures, have no control, and this is not the plight of our Tragedy, but rather the Hope through which exists the means to escape it.  We have no control, so please of this idea, no longer embrace it, for it is God and not us who shall bring us into the moment in which we will escape it.  

The Universe is Simply a Big Ball of Yarn

The courses of time are like a string in that they have a beginning and an end.

We are heading to the finale, it is after the string is finished that the new life will begin.

We don't see the whole string as one entire path way, but multiple intertwined.

And this is the reason for our illusion of free will, the answer to our question, "why?"

We see the ball of yarn, all pathways intermixed, and say, "look, there is more than one option, so there existence of free choice."  

Our problem is that we see in one that there are many, yet in the appearance of what looks like many, there really is only one.  

There is more to life than our many options, our options are all the same.

They all are apart of the same ball of yarn, the many twists and turns of one string from which all came.

We say,"surely this idea would mean no moral reasons for punishment or blame."

But we only say this in the light that no free will jeapodizes our reasons for praise and reward just the same.

There are some who can in no way avoid to commit ill willings.

And the irony is that this is all of us, unable to see thru the illusions of our free willings.

We all harbor these misgiven intentions.

This is why self praise is subject be held under suspension.

We praise ourselves only because we believe the idea that we freely choose good deed.

That is why any threat to our moral freedom is suppressed, for it would mean that a source other than our self is where praise must be.

We cannot allow this idea to perpetuate.

Yet it is not we who allow it, 

but Him.

He allows our own misguided praises.

We cannot even take the credit for our abilities to praise our abilities to act in such a way.

For it is because of He in His abilities that we are granted to act in our abilities each and every day.

So then we turn upon Him and blame Him for what we ourselves are subject to condemnation for.

Yet it is not He who is to blame.

We only place blame, for it is in us where in lies the shame.

Our folly is that we misunderstand the motivations from which our actions came.

It is not His decree that causes our ill fate, but the very lack there of that allows it to remain.

He does not decree us unto death, but rather it is the very state in which we are lame.

Lame in regards to the ability to do good.

Yet it appears we do good.

We follow the very commands of His law.

Yet we do not follow Him.

Which  is He primary decree.

God, you give us Autonomy,

and we that which you grant us

against thee.

God, you give us language,

and we use that which you grant us

against thee.

God, you give us one another,

and we use that which you grant us

against thee.

God, you give us a calling,

and we use that which you grant us

against thee.

God, you free us from bondage,

and we use that which you grant us

against thee.

God, you give us law, 

and we use that which you grant us 

against thee.

God, you give us a monarchy,

and we use that which you grant us 

against thee.

God, you give us priests and prophets,

and we use that which you grant us

against thee.

God, you give us your Son,

and we use that which you grant us

against thee......................

And it is finished.

God's own Son is the fulfillment of what all these other failures on the part of man point to.....

God has and always will succeed in our failures, for our successes are not of our own, but His.

It is purely the work of Yaweh to make that which is unholy, holy yet again.  

He rebuilds that which is broken,

He cleanses that which is unclean,

He brings order to that which lay in ruin, 

He leads all that are destined to leave His presence,

to repentance.

We are boats without an movement.

Destined to be swallowed by the sea.

And left out for death and destruction.

And yet there is a breeze...........

That increases into a strong and sturdy gale.

That causes us to raise sail.

And we are caught up by His winds

and lead to dry land.

We cannot sail without His wind to carry us to our course.  

And even without a boat, He will lead us to land safely, 

for in Him we can walk,

on water we can run like He,

and we can be saved, 

although under the cold, dark deeps,

Our troubled ship may be.

We cannot walk without faith, 

But faith comes not of our understanding, for if it did,

we would never think to in the boat remain.

It is from the presence of His spirit,

We can say it is only from the Lord

because of which our faith came.

We cannot believe if there is not first a small breeze to put belief in.

And again,

the universe is a ball of yarn,

and our lives are all wrapped up within it,

just waiting to be unwound.

And through it, the praises of His glory resound,

for it is by grace we have been saved,

through faith,

and this, not of yourselves,

It is a gift of God,

Not of works,

lest no man may boast.