The Deeper Voices
In the middle of our hurried lives, there lies a forgotten passage, tucked away in the pages of Romans. The words echo softly: "The only thing that counts is not what human beings want or try to do, but the mercy of God." It's a truth we grasp only in the second half of life, after we've danced through the first act of striving and seeking.
Life unfurls in stages, the first half consumed by the performance of wanting, achieving, and self-promoting. We are taught this must be the way, the necessary stumble before we learn to walk upright.
Sermons may echo with familiar refrains, failing to address the deep longing of souls seeking meaning beyond the black and white of doctrine. Why do they keep preaching about something we can't do anymore? There is a disconnect between the church's message and the lived reality of its members.
Yet, in the quiet spaces between the noise, we begin to hear them – the deeper voices of the second half of life. They whisper of risk and trust, of surrender and love. These are the voices of an intimate stranger, guiding us towards uncommon sense and destiny. Like the prophet Elijah, we learn to listen for that still, small voice amidst the clamor of the world.
And so, we journey onward, shedding the performance-driven skin of the first half of life. We embrace the complexities of our existence, recognizing the mix of sinner and saint within each of us. It's a wisdom earned through years of listening, a symphony of voices leading us towards a deeper understanding of ourselves and our place in the fabric of life.
May you find solace in the quiet spaces where deeper voices
whisper of trust, love, and surrender,
guiding you towards uncommon sense and destiny.
As you shed the performance-driven skin of the past,
may you embrace the complexities of your existence,
discovering the mix of sinner and saint within,
woven into the fabric of life's unfolding tapestry.
In the hush of solitude's embrace, deeper voices murmur softly, trusting in the unseen path, love's gentle hand leading the way. Uncommon sense beckons, a guide through tangled forests, as the weight of past performances slips away like autumn leaves. Embracing the intricate dance of sinner and saint within, we find ourselves woven into life's rich, unfolding tapestry.