11:44 p.m. Stars were bright tonight, even with some haziness in the atmosphere. Pegasus directly overhead, Jupiter and Saturn plunging towards the horizon in the West. The moon was tangled in the branches of a Siberian elm. The bow of Orion was resting on the purple rim of distant hills……

Who is true, who would sacrifice everything for you, who gives without measure? I had this, and I have little hope that I could ever regain it once more. I had my day in the sun, and can accept loss and the resulting solitude for that reason. For all of you who are still waiting for your day in the sun, be patient and hopeful, do not rush into anything that may bring you regret, make yourselves worthy, wait expectantly for the good thing God intends for you.  

Oct 25, 2021

Kay @Old_ Old_Path wrote:  

This is the beautiful mystery of the miracle that occurs when we submit to his will, we release flesh attachments & offer up earthly self as a living sacrifice to him. The soul is then made free, cleansed, saved, redeemed & transformed into a dwelling place fit for Spirit & for God.

Birovius replied:

The beauty of this sacrifice is that the ‘precious’ life we imagine we are giving up on the altar is just a shadow. The Father honors this, full well knowing that what he gives in return is immeasurable by comparison. When we understand this, we will know the heart of the Father.

Kay’s response:

Yes, what a long, bumpy road it can be till we awaken at last to the truth that  that we’re not really giving up anything but shadow and vanity. Thanks be to him for the past things he has pried from my unrelenting death grasp upon what I was sure I needed and was best for me.

“When the perfect sacrifices itself for the imperfect, everything changes.”

Everything becomes redeemable; elevated to a level previously unattainable.

-A Psalm of Birovius
 
Proclaim your faith out loud, my brothers;
Sisters, proclaim your faith!
Speak into the gathering storm, now
Speak through the crashing wave,
Declare your steadfast confidence,
Saying:
‘Bid me come out to you, Oh Lord,
Bid me out onto the raging sea,
Where You walk on troubled waters, Lord,
My soul is safe with Thee.'
 
Lift your hands in prayer, my brothers;
Sisters, in one accord unite!
Take courage in the ‘Evil Day’, now
Fear not the terrors of the night.
Suffer light into the world of darkness,
Saying:
‘Bid me come out to you, Oh Lord,
Lead me through the burning flame,
Where You stand in the fiery furnace, Lord,
There my soul is saved.'
 
Shout out in exaltation, brothers:
Sisters, let your praises soar,
For the burden is lifted, the bond is broken,
now works of wickedness trouble you no more.
Avow the coming of the ‘Blessed Hope’
Saying:
‘Bid me come up to you, Oh Lord,
Raise me into the piling clouds;
Where You gather your Holy Ones, Lord,
There my soul abounds.'

God enters your temple with solemnity and reverence.

Were it not for the sweetness in the air,

You might not realize He was there.

No one sails into port on a straight line.

A hundred small adjustments must be made

To maintain a course the charts have defined.

Even as a sailor aligns his position to star and sun

To determine where and how far he’s strayed,

It is the wind that directs his bearing in the long run.

And so have you also your course in scripture charted,

But your arrival is by My provision imparted.

I asked the Spirit about the gift of prophesy,

This answer came to me:

“Everything you need to know

Has already been revealed,

Only what the thunder said

Is still sealed.

Why be so concerned about what will be?

Did the Lord not say:

Enough is the trouble of each day?

Why worry about what lays ahead,

When what lays right in front of you,

you have misread?

The door that has been opened,

You walk right past,

The gift that has been extended,

You do not grasp.

While you gaze too far forward

Or too far back,

You have right within reach

That which you presume to lack.

To ‘turn the other cheek’,

Does it signify that we are weak?

Have we interpreted correctly what is meant?

Perhaps we have misunderstood the true intent.

Consider that it is intended to show

How little we regard the blow.

Even when by violence opposed,

The soul within us remains composed.

Does it not rather send an unmistakable sign,

That we stand firm and will not be undermined?

That reserve in the face of violence is strength,

And repayment of evil for evil is regarded with contempt.