The Road is Paved,

Always present, yet unknown to me,

The road was paved.

 

Rubber necking in the hedgerows; searching for gleaming palaces,

Distraction and desires,

Amused for years, concealing myself with my selfishness.

And myself.

 

Now all is clear.

The road is paved.

It is straight,

Uncomplicated,

Simple and waiting,

For consent, intention and finally,

Desire to be aligned.

 

 

All that is left is action,

As the tractor beam of love draws me forward,

For there is no other option.

 

Consent is the willingness to be open,

To invite God and others to meet you

Without agenda,

And to leave some distractions behind.

 

In hope you may be authentic

When you meet in a darkened, still room.

 

I consent.

 

He stood among us 

Not a stranger

Not separate

Not Just divine

 

Which He was

 

But fully human.

Seemed like a Sayer of sooths

Interpreter of sacred scripture

Purveyor of knowledge

 

Which He was

 

But He was also us

 

He was with us

He was in us

He was us 

He is the I am.

 

Not just authority

Not just more instructions

Like the Old Testament

 

But more.

 

This time human

Creating us

Feeling us

Being us 

In community

In love

 

Together redefined

 

So let us not watch

But watch through his eyes

 

Let us not hear the cries

But feel them in our hearts

 

Let us not standby

But act now

 

And make the noise of a Christian in the World.