Disentangle from the daily and re-anchor in the Divine.
I looked about the cabin, concerned that everyone else aboard the flight was beholding the beauty just beyond our wings. Sadly, the passengers about buried in books or devices, adrift with sleeping masks and shuttered windows, oblivious to the glory show were uniquely privy to. I turned back to the clouds, unwilling to let it go unseen.
While joyful obedience delights the Father, it enrages the enemy.
God’s greatest command is unchanging. And still, we are so bad at it. Why?
When we bow before dead things, we become dead things ourselves.
Good is God-quality that has been eroded by the passage of time to the lowest grade of acceptability. We have watered it down, like lemonade powder on a church budget. We have taken one of God’s most potent, pure and powerful qualities and reduced it to something far less palpable, something less heady and wonderful.