Walking In Spirit

Every Day

I come to my senses and again find myself standing in the open space of a judges court. Although no one is here with me, I still hear the crowds. The condemning words of a blinded people. Their hatred and fear driving their words, spurning each other on. No mercy is given, and the judgement comes. As every morning, I now hear him calling my name. I won't refuse. I will go. I always do.

As you can guess, I've been here before. I face this each morning and each day it is more powerful. The tears roll down my face and I drop my head and stare down at my feet, already knowing what to expect. There it is, the trail I have followed, the path I will take. Today it is more worn than yesterday, less worn however than you would expect it to be. It seems that fewer people are walking this path lately but the path is always clear.

Almost weary this morning, I head up the path. On the way out of the court, I take up my burden and follow the crimson path out of the city. My burden is light this morning but walking the path is still long. It takes a concious effort for us to do this daily. Sore feet begin to crack open again, adding my blood to the path. It's OK though, it's not my blood nor my pain that matters. I must answer the call.

I reach the foot of the hill and instinctively look up at the tree. The majesty washes over me, catching me off gaurd again today. From the hill, blood flows freely down. Nothing can impede it. Nothing can redirect it. It is a redemptive force unto it's self and the call resounds even louder now. Heeding the call, I have to reach the top, so I step into the flow. As soon as I enter the flow, the blood washes over me and I know that there is no way I can simply walk up against the current. I fall to my knees and crawl the rest of the way, the blood washing over me as I go.

Still on my knees, I reach the top and marvel again that the tree has became a throne. Looking up on the throne sits my God and Saviour. Reaching out to me with his hands, he says "Rise my good and faithful servant." and I wonder if today will be the day. As I stand, I am suddenly back in my bedroom knowing that this ins't yet the day. The early morning light welcoming me through the window. Even though today wasn't the day I yearn for, some day I know that after I stand he will ask me to sit with him. For now however, I thank him for everything he gives us and begin a new day.