To Seek His Face Alone. A Final Post.

I write this post because I have felt it well up from the depths of my heart for a long time now.

Mulling it over... Along with the words of dear wise souls.

I also want to say before I begin that this is the way I feel that God is leading me personally, through the scripture and counsel He has given me. I can't in any way speak for another.
I am also, not, in any way saying that personal blogs are wrong :)
All I'm saying is that, as with everything, there is potential for profound goodness and profound evil in equal measure. The possibilities within the Internet create a wide path of endless choice and voice.
It needs great strength of character and continual soaking in His Life to navigate the waters of the world wide web without getting ship wrecked on some distant shore. Far from the land your compass was originally set for.

The Internet is so vast, so expansive. It has great capacity for both good and evil. It is true that we need to bring the light of Christ's Love into a dark world. But as frail humans, the darkness can all too often extinguish the light within us we try to carry.
It suffocates the light with noise, images, controversy, ambition, pride, ideas, ideologies...Idols.
Until we can find ourselves so dowsed by darkness we are left groping around it for a guiding light ourselves.

Instead of looking to our own intuition we look to planners, methods, manuals, e-courses and blog posts.
Instead of turning to God in our confusion, poverty and need we type google into our browser.

And then we wonder why are hands are too full, our hearts numbed, and our minds often scattered and overwhelmed.

It is information overload for our souls.

And where is the whisper?

The whisper of God is lost in the endless words, the avalanche of ideas, the continuous inspirations of better homes, better families. We forget that God has a unique and beautiful plan for each of our lives. We are not called to imitate each other. We are only called to imitate Him.
Follow after Him.
And it is all too easy to flick through beautiful images. So elusive we can only wrap their outer shell around the curve a camera's lens. Leaving behind nothing but a thin vapour that can never be truly or deeply inhaled into our hearts.

Photo shopped photographs, intimidating and imitating a reality that can only ever come short of the gloss. And we all fall short. Ending up breathless and panting for the taste of real food. Not the quickly grabbed fast food gulped down without savour. But the slow, silent descent of Manna. "Just enough" for each day.

In the transaction we trade the whisper for the white noise.

"Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper."

But before the whisper of His voice can be heard. We must go through the wind, the earthquake and the fire that burns off all the dross.

Evil always tries to stand in front of God. Act as a barrier.
Sometimes it looks like glass, seemingly benign and transparent yet truly as opaque as granite.
Similar to the identities and images we recreate upon a screen perhaps?

And the thing is it's easy to notice when something is obviously ugly. We can look at it and immediately identify it as unpleasant. But the enemy is known as the father of lies and he knows that it is easy to intoxicate with beauty and images. Mirages of truth.
"When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it." Genesis 3:6
And we try to eat of the images, fill ourselves with them. Gain knowledge, nourishment even. Make reproductions of them out of our own lives.
Yes, beauty can decieve.

Jesus's kingdom was an upside down kingdom. The prophet Isaiah says "He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him,
nothing in his appearance that we should desire him."
Jesus's kingdom was all about the inside of the cup, not the outside.

In the Kingdom of God the broken are saved but the proud and self satisfied are sent away.
"He has scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.
He has put down the mighty from their thrones,
and exalted those of low degree.
He has filled the hungry with good things;
and the rich He has sent empty away."

"Sent the rich away empty."

And now I see why the more I gather unto myself... And save and upload and download, and link-click, the emptier the inner stores feel.

And I remember the man who did what many of us would. Thinking we were simply being sensible in securing our future.
The one who harvested more than enough wheat that he built himself barns for the surplus so that he could live on it in time to come.
Yet that very night God came to him saying.. " This night I demand from you your soul"
Not wheat sheaves, not proof of production, not barns full of the fruits of your labour.... God demands the soul.

And isn't information wealth? Aren't we rolling in information dollars? And isn't it all too easy to swallow a glut of it that leaves you overfull, nauseous and leaden?
The Internet has the power to provoke so many sins... Gluttony. Envy, Pride, Lust, Greed.
Yes, it also has the opportunity to promote great virture. But only in small measure compared to that of basking in His Word, par-taking of the sacraments and journeying with the stories of the saints.

Most of the world doesn't own a computer. Jesus certainly never did.
He didn't even write a single word down in dust. He was The Word. He lived His truth. And He invited us to selflessly, fearlessly, completely and undividedly live ours too.

The smallest seed was the seed Jesus used to describe the kingdom of heaven.
His kingdom is an upside down one you see. You have to be as small and as simple a little child to enter in to it.
I pray to learn childlikeness once again. To be smaller, quieter, simpler.

The saints and desert fathers lived obscure, unknown lives.
Yet their love for God alone is a testimony to the words of Jesus's own prayer. "Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven." By decreasing in themselves He could increase in them. And in so doing His presence in the physical world was increased.
They became His hands, His feet. The hands that give up all else, to drive the plough through the furrows.
Remaining empty of themselves. To themselves being nothing so they can ever more easily carry the cross.
It is hard enough to carry a cross. Let alone if your hands are already overflowing with lists, supplies, products and endless vain works.
And we browse. An afternoon away.

And I can't even look at sites like this anymore because they remind me of how far I am from Him and His call as my hands sit curled around a mouse, my eyes fixed upon a screen instead of His face.

There are some who have specific call. Like Katie, and what they bring is truth and light. Their message is not noise. It is His Gospel.... Being lived. There are so many beautiful, inspiring souls along the way, who Live His Word. And their writing flows abundant thereof. Souls who bathe in His living, quiet streams and then irrigate our parched land with their stories.
And we breathe deep His fragrance in their words and art.
I think He is now simply asking me to also live a little more and talk a little less. Listen to Him a little more.

I saw a couple yesterday on TV. The man was English, the woman Thai. They were married and so obviously devoted and in love though they could barely communicate or speak each others languages. "I can see his heart" the woman said of her husband. "And he is a good, kind man."
Talking can sometimes be the worst of communicators. It replaces our intuiting anothers soul, their essence, their dignity. We simply hear the words and forget the spirit. Monks have been wise to this for years. Many of them keep a rule of silence and abstain from idle chatter.
"My dear brothers, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry"
James 1:19

But the internet is changing beyond recognition many ways in which we encounter the world and relate to it.
The vocation of artists (in the broad sense of that word) is in particulalr being redefined.

Poets, artists, writers, crafters are all being transformed beyond anything we have ever known through the World Wide Web.
Once an artist or poet grew from the soil in which they were planted, in silence and experience and soul and heart. Now the over saturation of product has devalued the art of true artists. And compromising your soul to self promote and become noticed is a constant temptation. I know because I've been there as poet, artist too.
Now the the endless tweeting, networking, blogging, face booking are claiming the sacred spaces where inspiration finds it's food. And they are planting tares.
Life. Commercialised. Branded. Patented. For Sale. Disposable.

Communities are fragmenting, the bonds between people breaking down. The old widow and lonely single mother is forgotten for face book. Our neighbours company exchanged for a virtual alternative.

God has been making this whole thing feel like a grey area on and off for some time.

Now the white is dividing from the black and my path has become more defined.
I sincerely believe He wants me to stop writing online. He also wants me to use the Internet very sparingly always ALWAYS coming to Him first for my soul food.

I have felt the prophet Habakkuk speaks alot about situations in our modern world and this passage in particular of Habakkuk speaks to me strongly right now...

"What profit is the graven image when its maker has formed it? It is only a molten image and a teacher of lies. For the maker trusts in his own creations [as his gods] when he makes dumb idols.

¹⁹Woe to him who says to the wooden image, Awake! and to the dumb stone, Arise, teach! [Yet, it cannot, for] behold, it is laid over with gold and silver and there is no breath at all inside it!

²⁰But the Lord is in His holy temple; let all the earth hush and keep silence before Him."

I've been confused in the past, wondering if it is the enemy trying to discourage me. I love to write and as a natural introvert I have found a medium of expressing feelings through the written word that would otherwise remain silently within. But God doesn't need me to write nonsense for His Glory to be made known. His light shines best through those who strive to be obedient to Him.
All other light is vanity and illusion. Remember lucifer is an angel of light. But his light is a false light.
I pray that I will live a life striving to fast, pray, listen and then obey. Tending to my garden of grace daily.

"Who may ascend the hill of the LORD ? Who may stand in his holy place?

He who has clean hands and a pure heart,
who does not lift up his soul to an idol
or swear by what is false.

He will receive blessing from the LORD
and vindication from God his Savior.

Such is the generation of those who seek him,
who seek your face, O God of Jacob.

Selah"

Psalm 24.

Love, Blessings, Light and Peace to all my friends that have given me such warmth and friendship here. you mean so very, very much to me.

If you would like to correspond with me simply e-mail me at the address on my sidebar. ->

God Bless.

xx

Before I go I'll leave you with two of my very favourite parts of the Bible...

The first is the Beatitudes. They tell me so much about the nature of our God.

He is there with you, covering you, loving you, embracing you. You who are poor, lonely, abandoned, forsaken, peace loving, merciful, persecuted, hungering for God's goodness in this fallen world... He is Emmanuelle. God with us.

Now when he saw the crowds, he went up on a mountainside and sat down. His disciples came to him, ²and he began to teach them saying:

³"Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
⁴Blessed are those who mourn,
for they will be comforted.
⁵Blessed are the meek,
for they will inherit the earth.
⁶Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they will be filled.
⁷Blessed are the merciful,
for they will be shown mercy.
⁸Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they will see God.
⁹Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they will be called sons of God.
¹⁰Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

¹¹"Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. ¹²Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.

And the second one is from my sidebar. I have tried to practice this and often failed. I pray that I may always remember that Love indeed comes before all else.

For all else is worthless without it.

"If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. ²If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. ³If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.

⁴Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. ⁵It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. ⁶Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. ⁷It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

⁸Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. ⁹For we know in part and we prophesy in part, ¹⁰but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. ¹¹When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. ¹²Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

¹³And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."

1 Corinthians 13.