until we have faces

A personal reflection of sorts on the evenings dialogue...

I have found myself a slave to letting my knowledge of God replace my relationship, or lack thereof, with Him at times. I do not believe that I am conscious of this upon an execution, hence labeling myself a quintessential prisoner.

We are all creatures continuously plagued with questions; perpetually seeking answers to profundities, solutions to complexities, reasonings for simplicities. It is a simple thing to convince myself that God is God, along with everything else I have learned and accepted as truth thus far in life. It is also, then, effortless to assume that I am acting or thinking something because I am certain of those truths. But what of the lies that coexist in bondage to that which has been overlooked? What of the fallacies? The answer to all things, though discernibly complex in nature, comes back down to one very simple truth...

God is the answer. Not the words or faces or meanings I assign to God, but the experience of meeting Him. Allowing all of the illusions spinning in constant motion fall away so that I can meet Him. Coming before Him face to face as my many masks slowly evanesce. Being able to fall on my face before His glorious face; knowing God completely and forever.

I am free. Because I have been set free. Though once shackled, I dance. Though lost, I am found. Blinded, but I see Light. Crucified with Christ and yet I live, for Christ lives in me. I am nothing without Him; I have no answer if not His. For this I strive, and must always...

Because I am free...