paradox

take me prisoner, father. bind me with your chains that cannot break, for in so doing, you will sanctify me to yourself and make me free.

with i- bound with thy bonds, yet flying.

caged in thy cage, yet singing.

shackled with thy fetters, yet running.

imprisoned; held fast, yet truly free.

a thousand drops

today we had rain.

it came down in bucketsful like it was the deluge again. the sky was totally clear and all of a sudden an impossible wind was blasting from out of nowhere, and then even more all of a suddenly, it started to rain. within two minutes, everyone outside was completely wet. it threatened to swallow me.

i stood there, with my arms raised up to the skies, my whole body dripping there in the downpour. my hair clung to my face in curls of sorts, and it felt as though i was being cleansed of my sins again, in a thousand drops of the Christ.