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Awake
I am awake? I am? Tell them, I Am sends you as His servant to deliver His message. I think, therefore, I am?
The apostle Paul tells us that all of nature declares the gospel of Christ so that those who have not heard the gospel are actually without excuse.
The most basic and primitive occurrence in nature is that of self awareness. I Am is inescapably with us. There is nowhere to hide.
From the first waking moment of every day the Glory of God is declared unto us. It is this mantle that we must choose to put on, or not to put on. This struggle or wrestling begins daily. We can choose to cloak it through religious imaginings, but we cannot escape it.
A great awakening? Or a secluded one. His breath is within us. The time to choose, with that first waking moment of the day. Do I kneel to superstition? Or do I place my feet firmly on the ground in communion with God and choose to walk in righteousness? Will my next action bring food to the starving? Shelter to the homeless? Healing to the sick? Do I live in reality with God or do I choose to stay asleep and wrestle with God for a blessing only in my dreams?
This is the Great Awakening. Awake therefore and do not sleep through the day with vain imaginings of what shall come for that which is at hand is worth two of what shall come. That Christ died? Surely, we all believe it. That he rose from the dead? Look into your heart and know the truth. If the truth be not in your heart, then to where do you look for it? Is it caught in the fence? Can you find it there? For what did Christ suffer and die? If Christ did not suffer with the knowledge of death, then what was his sacrifice? Have you placed your hand into his side? Have you poked at the holes in his hands?
Are you living in faith or imagination? Do you choose to answer this question honestly or do you choose to imagine? If you are imagining, then why not imagine a city of gold coming down from the sky? Place aside your worries and fears go running to where you imagine people will listen to you rant about sin and wickedness.
Or, you can firmly place one foot on the ground after another and walk with your Existence in righteousness shining forth for all to see.
Pick up your cross and suffer and die? But, what then is the message of Christ? That God does not want sacrifices of blood and flesh. A concept so repugnant that death itself spat him back.
Fight fire with fire? Do people give you vain imaginings for a choice of evils? Give them even greater imaginings for a choice of good. Leap to the very alter that epitimizes the imagination, that alter to the unknown god and declare his glories. Cloak and adorn your beliefs so heavenly that you transend this earthly muck and mire and walk on the clouds.
Savor your walk with God here and now in the muck and mire. With each step choose to live with the mantle of righteousness which shines forth relevation and does not hide in superstitious imaginings. Christ has shown us that there is the liberty to do this. If someone tells you that you need to do this or that to be saved, do not listen if it is not for the here and now. Have you been told that you must believe this way or that way? Have you repeated this message to others? How dare I to presume to tell others how God will choose to save their souls.
Choice, my friends. That is the great awakening. Liberty of choice. Oh Lord, in the morning, will I direct my prayer? Unto thee or will I kneel to superstition?
Why do nations wage war? What choice was made in the morning? Today, I will build many machines for destruction of my fellow man. I will beat my plow shear into a sword.
Why do some people find it easier to take a bunch of fertilizer and turn it into a bomb and go to the market and blow themselves up? Wouldn't it be much more interesting to take that fertilizer, put it into the ground, raise a good crop and take that to the market instead?
We loose patience waiting for the crops to grow. We loose patience tending sheep. We fail to savor the quiet moments. Those moments in time and space where we meet with God alone and ponder His majesty. And we choose to not listen to him say, I AM. He says it deep within us.
Here is a gift to the world. Get together with a bunch of friends. Find an old 15 speed bicycle. Fascine it securely like an exercise bike. Take a 60 inch by 60 inch square sheet of 1/2 thick steel and fashion it into a large sprocket. Place the rear gears of the bicycle in the middle of that sprocket and connect them to the drive of the bicycle with a very long chain so that the drive may be peddled at a safe distance from the sprocket. Connect the outer tines of the sprocket to a generator. Take turns with your friends generating electricity. Build several more and place them in a warehouse and then give your electricity through a cooperative to needy families. You get the benefit of the exercise, the environment gets a clean source of energy and perhaps a child stayed warm all winter, had a light with which to see in the dark and read or a refrigerator to keep fresh milk.
Oh, but what about corporate profits? And wouldn't my time be better spent in Australia? Corporate profits would not suffer. In fact, they would rise through the manufacture and maintenance of new products. The electricity generated is being given to those who couldn't afford it in the first place. How many churches are to be found in North America? If all the bretheren pitched in some spare time, I dare say that enough electricity could be generated to light the entire world. That electric cars would be the norm and not the exotic.
Those who have an ear, may they listen well. May those who live in superstition find their freedom.