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    dots Submission Name: It was more than oxygen.dots
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    Author: UnspokenDreamer
    ASL Info:    21
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    It was more than oxygen.____________________________
    5-15-2007

    So last night I was trying to sleep and as laid down for bed I felt like I wasn’t done yet. For some reason while I was laying there I felt like there was something else I was supposed to be doing before I called it a day. So I started praying and asking God if he had something for me, or if there was something I had missed. Soon enough God began to speak to me even more about this idea of 'Truth being in Motion'. I started to think about things that aren’t in motion and what their attributes are.

    What is characteristic of something that is not moving?

    Immediately I thought of Dust.

    Things that aren’t in motion get dusty.

    And what is dust made of? Well, I’ll try not to get too scientific on you here but my hypothesis is that dust is simply a vast combination of ‘dead stuff’. What an ingenious conclusion right? But seriously, dust is just dead hair and skin. It is used up waste that gathers when things are not in motion.

    Its funny how that’s exactly what we were way back in the beginning.

    Before we were alive, we were Dust. (Genesis 2:7)

    Before we had the breath of life we couldn’t be in motion, we weren’t yet “living”.

    But then God did something amazing. He did the thing that truly started this entire existence we call, “Life.” It sounds so simple, yet it is so endlessly profound. God breathed the ‘breath of life’ into this motionless sack of dust, called, “Man.” He transported Life from within himself into us.

    It was more than oxygen.

    It was everything.

    It was something that we still breathe today, but it’s deeper than our lungs. God breathed life into our souls. Motion began to happen deep down at our very core. His breath gave us true life, a life of choices and freedom. He gave us the complete ability and responsibility to decide for ourselves who we will become and what we will do.

    It’s that place inside you that you can’t touch, but you always feel.
    You can’t see it, but it’s always there.
    It’s that place inside that has probably felt empty for most of your life.
    It’s the only part of you that’s going to live on forever…

    God gave you a soul.

    “Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him and he with me.” (Revelation 3:20)

    The first question that comes to mind is this: What door is he knocking on?

    I don’t think it’s our house. I don’t think it’s our bedroom.

    I think it’s the door of our soul.

    And what does Jesus say he will do if we let him come in?

    He will come in and eat with us.

    Our stomachs ache when they’re empty. Sometimes its almost like our stomach is trying to turn itself inside out, or maybe even eat itself.

    The point is we crave nourishment. Our bodies need food.

    So why should our souls be any different? Doesn’t that empty feeling we all experience, sometimes feel like and empty stomach? Like something deep inside of us is craving ‘something’ but too often we have no idea what it is or how to get it.

    That, “something” that we're craving is a purpose.

    I’m reading a book by Erwin Raphael Mcmanus called, “Soul Cravings.” It’s a book about the things we all deeply and passionately long for. Not material things or superficial things, things like relationships, intimacy, the desire to live for something bigger than ourselves, the need to belong… So far it’s an excellent book because each page resonates with a feeling inside me that I can’t describe. I have a soul, and therefore my soul has cravings.

    Out of all of our different cravings, I think they boil down to one: and that's Purpose.

    Why am I alive?

    We all want to live for something, and yes, to say that you’re living for quote unquote “nothing”, is still living for something. You’re just living for an image or an idea of carelessness called, “nothing”.

    That purpose is what we’re craving. The answers to those huge questions that we ask ourselves are what Jesus is talking about in that verse. He is saying, “If you choose to let me in, I will give life, and life to the full.”

    Purpose causes motion.

    If it’s true that we all long for purpose, then it’s true that all long to be in motion.

    Jesus wants to show us our purpose.

    And once we learn the truth, we will clearly see that it was already happening. Truth was already moving long before you and I. Everywhere we can see it… God has been in motion for a long time...

    Because it was more than oxygen.

    It was a chance to choose for ourselves what it is that we will live for.

    A choice that you and I still have to make.

    Truth is in motion.

    So start moving.

    © Tom Brown 2007




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      I'm agnostic, so my faith comes less into play than most.

    But here is a resounding strength, as you both come to the realization of something, and dig your roots more deeply into that which you choose to live from, to sustain yourself on.

    "because it was more than oxygen"

    Your eloquence is a gift from whatever gift giver there may be.

    And to see you cherish and use it is a gift to the readers who chance upon your musings.

    Suffice it to say, if you ever lose your hands, please oh please keep writing with your feet.

    You are spectacular, and I, we, would hate to see you ever be held back by anything, including a silly old thing like hand amputation.

    ~KRG
    | Posted on 2008-06-10 00:00:00 | by Sheakhan | [ Reply to This ]
      Ohhh Okay. I had to read some parts twice, but I get it now.

    I like what you said about truth and motion. Didn't you write something like that before?

    Hmm... Jesus is saying, "If you choose to let me in, I will give life, and life to the full," and I understand that, but what if someone chooses not to let Him in? (No, I'm not talking about myself. I just wonder about these things sometimes.)


    I could ask a thousand more questions about this, but I'm not going to.
    I like the way you think.

    -nikkki
    | Posted on 2007-11-05 00:00:00 | by Razor2TheRosary | [ Reply to This ]


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