That unquenchable thirst for God
I wouldn’t say I am restless, but I desire…
Movement?
Yes. Though, not for it’s own sake. It’s more…
Substance?
Yes. S-u-b-s-t-a-n-c-e. The real meat of things.
What things?
All things. Every—thing.
Where is the Truth? Where are those places—principles—that when you push them, they don’t yield even though no-one is defending them?
Where are the people who aren’t “winging it” or “faking it ‘till they make it?” or in "Survival mode”.
Where Things Matter.
Where is that wide open space? Delimited not by the traffic cones of human anxieties. But by cliff-faces, tree-lines…rivers…oceans.
A fence, not O-ffence.
Where I do a day’s work and it’s not mainly about survival.
Where it matters if the thing I build stays up or falls down.
To Be Good. To Love. To Do Right. To Build Well.
Where are these kinds of hearts?
Child-like. Holy.