The Valley
Early in my cosmic transformation, the meaning of being a Christian was to accept my illegitimacy and failures and adopt a new covenantal kingdom under the realm of grace. That was noble until legalistic theology plagued my model. The paradigmatic clash between these two Titians has taken place and the result has eradicated my soul. This incessant spirit has led me to collide into a brick wall of my faith and stumble rather unexpectedly onto a new path that is dark and abandoned.
Dogma and opinions has obliterated freedom of thought and language. My obstreperous ways with these Pharisaical ideas has led me to a valley that I did not know existed. I am laced with radicalism. To put God into a nicely gifted box is ambiguous and irrational.
These pernicious legalists had formulated perfect formulas that suited their theories and doctrines. They sated their souls with comfortable creeds. The only thing I pondered was, “is that the only way God knows how to exist”, and if it was, then I do not want any part of it. I grew wearisome and tired. My legs were exhausted from walking in isolation and solitary. I wanted to run free and impishly with strugglers of Jesus Christ.
Distraught and unconvinced of a solution, I staggered to the end of my new trail. Unaware of my environment, I fell facedown. Tears penetrate the very dirt that lies beneath me. Soul aching, I realize I am not alone. My tears have become God’s tears. His heart throbs as well due to the legalistic ways of humanity. Not knowing where to go next, I think I will just sit here while Jesus washes my feet with His tears.
Paid in Full
