Once an Iceberg
"My dad once said at the table that he had to put his cat to sleep and I wanted to scream, because how dare he take that decision away from me. It was my burden."
I wrote that in my last blog and it reminded me of Christ. How dare we claim the absolution of our sins, when Christ died for them. When we do something right, for once in our wretched lives, it is Christ, not us, who does it. My sin, my screwups, my "Fall" is Christ's burden, and how dare I take credit for it? How dare I? I can imagine him turning over tables at my sadness and pride.
"I know why the lowest pit of Hell
Is ice:
Life is in motion;
If you are frozen, what good are you?
You are dead, and good for nothing;
Good only to be cast out,
And trodden under the feet of men." - Jon
How dare I remain an iceberg? My greatness is there for the world to see. It is God! It is there in blood stained hands and feet, organs falling in a limp body and a last cry of help.
O God, let me be on fire for you.
I wrote that in my last blog and it reminded me of Christ. How dare we claim the absolution of our sins, when Christ died for them. When we do something right, for once in our wretched lives, it is Christ, not us, who does it. My sin, my screwups, my "Fall" is Christ's burden, and how dare I take credit for it? How dare I? I can imagine him turning over tables at my sadness and pride.
"I know why the lowest pit of Hell
Is ice:
Life is in motion;
If you are frozen, what good are you?
You are dead, and good for nothing;
Good only to be cast out,
And trodden under the feet of men." - Jon
How dare I remain an iceberg? My greatness is there for the world to see. It is God! It is there in blood stained hands and feet, organs falling in a limp body and a last cry of help.
O God, let me be on fire for you.
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But what is the most painful?
To freeze to death, away from the pain, away from the feeling,
Or to feel the pain,
accept it,
and grow within it?
To be frozen means the loss of passiond.
Can an iceberg weep? Can an iceberg embrace?
Fire can scorch, yes,
but it can embrace.
It can warm.
And it can reform you into something greater than you ever expected.
Dream your dreams--
let the fire rage.
You have made a great turning point, Jess. I am glad that God could use me to help in some small way.