Cleaning Cobwebs

Writer's Note: This is another re-post from my former Multiply blog, "Up On The Roof." The year was 2009 when I wrote this one.

TO BEGIN WITH

Now you are in the light, you have come to know your real self. You see all the cobwebs, the dust, and the broken furniture.

CLEANING COBWEBS

For the past four weeks, I’ve been re-reading the book Purpose-Driven Life by Rick Warren and I remember the time when I first read it almost 6 years ago in December 2003. During that time, after more than twenty days of reading and meditating and coming to know God in that spiritual journey, I realized that I was in a much worse state spiritually than when I started. In my solitude with God, I began to have awful, sad, and guilty feelings and I kept on asking Him “Why, Lord? Why do I feel this way?”

I prayed and prayed and it seemed like God wasn’t answering. I told God that when I set out on that 40-day spiritual journey I thought I would grow closer to Him, but that after those many days, I was feeling a great deal worse.

Then one day, on the 28th day, God impressed something to me. “You are getting better, don’t worry,” He said. “When you turn on the lights of an old house the first things you will see are the cobwebs, the dust, and the broken furniture. They were there all this time; except that you just cannot see them in darkness. Now you are in the light, you have come to know your real self. You see all the cobwebs, the dust, and the broken furniture. It will now be easier for you to do your part in cleaning out your soul.”

Raymund's Random Thoughts

To love, it is more important to learn the needs of others than to dwell upon our own.

The quest is not to seek out God, for He is everywhere. Rather, it is to learn more about Him. In doing so, we expand our capabilities and increase our knowledge of ourselves. Knowing God, then, is finally coming to know ourselves.

Hang on. There are no disappointments or calamities that God will not cure tomorrow.

Poem of the Week

THE DAY IS CALM 

by Emon

The day is calm even with rain.
The storm is cool,
its touch stinging the skin
with impalpable thorns
from the weary sky,
still the heart
is warm
with sweet firewood
burning from above.
Oh, God, everything
I give unto You.
This life, this love,
this heavy load,
this cracked bell, this torn heart.
You always know what to do with it,
You never fail,
You never leave,
You always come through.
I love her, she loves me,
we ask for Your blessing
and protection.
Thank you, Father
for the day is calm,
with Your presence
I am still.

(July 2005)

AND FINALLY

We are rolling through onwards in December. Take care and Sleep Warm always.

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