In the Year of 2019 one Sunday morning, thoughts given life by a mind that just awakened from a state resembling death.
Where Turnest Thou?
When the swirling winds of temporal anxieties buffet your hapless soul, where turnest thou for relief and comfort?
To the entrancing and hypnotic allures of worldly cares that provide immediate and placating ease to your labored soul?
But how truly in a moment we find that these only provide temporary surcease, that the pains go deeper in our souls.
For we also learn that there is no escaping from ourselves and our daily crosses, that best to face them head-on.
And search for promised remedies that assuredly work for our eternal benefit, and not be blinded by snares along the way
When itchy problems appear to sap our resolve to rebuild our tattered lives, then it is time to do violence to outsized egos.
It is ripe to turn to Christ to seek redemption and grace, in holy imitation of His enviable life here, the self-same life that we all now are dreading and fearing.
There turnest thou.
