Life is a process—a journey. We find ourselves on this journey that starts in chaos. The chaos caused by the word of the Father, the Son's action, and the Holy Spirit's power began to become orderly. We find ourselves God-breathed. In a garden. In a garden with just God. Then God introduces and encourages, like a parent to a child, to go and explore this garden. Go! Interact. Give names. Giving names means to look, to really look, to observe. Observing needs to settle down into beholding. When our eyes reach down to touch our souls, then we do not see anymore; we do not merely pay attention and observe; we become involved, we behold.
But God knows that beholding leads to the discovery of being beheld. Be-hold that discovers being held. This requires a posture, one that is difficult, at least for me. The posture is to understand. Stand under. When the world, the garden, is engaged. Engaged through a posture of standing under. Standing under what? Understand to God.
Understanding of God. It becomes intimate. We go. We go in a posture of under-standing. We behold. We discover that we are being held. And so, we become close. Close to God. Alone in the garden. Then God says, "Not good to be alone". Why? Because God knows that. God is three, but none of the Three are alone. They are one. We, too, need to be part of three. And so God divides us all along the heart bones. And I become we. But then we multiply and become us. And over time, the us becomes distant and becomes us and them. Then, God shows us that the garden is not the destination. The destination is a city. A city houses me, we, us and them.
But by the time we are born, we find out that all is not good anymore. The first thing we discover is that we are broken. And the shock and surprise of this is hard to accept. But if we accept it, we learn to lament. We lament for the dirt we enjoy, which breaks us, sickens us, and kills us. We reach out to the web of we and discover that that, too, is broken. In fact, the us is broken, too. And the us and even the distant they are dysfunctional. It has returned to chaos. It mitigated the initial ordering. It generates a retro-default back to darkness, fruitlessness, chaos and emptiness. And we lament.
But lament, if done in the posture of under-standing, leads us to the discovery that we are under-stood. Beholding and lamenting turns to the discovery of love. Love that holds us, of being be-held. Lamenting thus leads to gold—golden glory. God's glory is God working. When God entered the temple as an act of grace. The grace of acceptance. Acceptance is based on the last angelic revelation in Revelations, which states that God will dwell with people. Even me. Even we. Even us. Event with the they. We see glory. Thin translucent layers of gold. Layered little by little until its thin flightiness, its scarcity piles up to become substantial. Layers of ultra-thin golden glory. And this is beauty. Beauty injected right back into a world of chaos. Of darkness. A dull world of matt black. Our gift to the world. Like a moon that reflects the sun. Like a child that makes glad the father and the mother.
Even if the glory we seek, the glory we obtain, from the posture of seeking with all of our bodily being to under-stand, to wait with our eyes until we move beyond mere seeing, to beholding, and settle all that fights restlessly, chaotically, until we know we are understood and understand that we are being held and therefore we become beholden, and beholden we touch glory. That glory laminates gold onto our souls so that we can radiate beauty, beauty that glorifies—glorifying God. And we learn to do that not just as me but as we, as us, and then join them, and we become a city, the city where He dwells freely, powerfully, and gloriously.
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