Work not for the food that perishes, but for the food that endures to eternal life, which the Son of Man will give you, for on him God has set his seal of approval. (🌕)

words

⬆️ = to GOD (YOU / YOUR / I / ME) from mii ( u / your / i )

Out of my first rest, let the first work spring forth.

Out of the space of sleepy silence, that brief morning interlude, let intercourse ensue between YOU and i.

Out of fear and Egypt, let me walk boldly up to YOUR throne.

Out of slumber let power proceed in word and work un-sundered.

➡️ = to other thous from mii

Out of our gnawing projections, base-ful or base-less, let us remember, and let it stand alone, that we are made in image of God, albeit broken by our slavery to sin – past or present.

Out of the forgetting of darkness and evil, we remember what is good. We re-member it – let it flow in our members for God first – in mind and in body.

Out of a past filled with good-works and evil-works, we remain made in YOUR image, broken by the evil-works of ourselves and others. For evil-work is unwork – for it degrades, it destroys, it steals what is good. Work is good, and evil is the undoing of that work, the usurpation and corruption that leads to, not a vacuum, but a world of unplanned action filled with pain, agony, tears, crying, and suffering. Evil is not nothingness – there is only holy nothingness amidst the glories of work, as there is a Sabbath amidst the six days of word-ful creation. But there is vacuity that results from evil, there is an emptiness, because it is work hollowed out, a bone with all its marrow sucked out, ready to shatter into a thousand pieces. Those pieces than pierce the soul, and remains embedded until The Healer is called upon. That desperate cry of everyone who finds God – who is also found by God – the order doesn’t matter because they are one – amidst their painful realisation of their desire for The One who has given them existence. Sin is the result of desire twisted, promised a fulfillment, and then, desire left unsatisfied and even more wanting. It may have the appearance of good, or shed that facade in shameless parade, but it always leaves the soul bereft, cheated. Its promises are never truly kept, and it leaves in its wake thoughts that seek to conform to its new reality, its twisted, corrupted reality.

Out of the distant land, once children of the devil, we are now the children of God. No longer lost, no longer believing that we are owned by the world, with all its crudeness, harshness, and shallow determinism, but owned, accompanied, taught, and protected by our Father. The one who formed us in the womb.

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So walk with us, Father of Lights.

Now walk with mii, The Three God, YOU who is One.

Walk with me in the desert to the Promised Land. Lead me in the desert, in the midst of the sandstorms of uncertainty. Feed me with manna, manna which i did not work for, food that which my hands do not cultivate. Give me manna, as i work for the food that endures to eternal life, the relationships that empowers all the things i do. For i have no physical vineyard as of yet, only the garden of my heart, the garden of my soul.

With YOUR pillar of cloud, shield me from the scorching sun of my sin, defend me from it.

With YOUR pillar of fire, lead me in darkness. For without a job, and without a church, i am wandering, and it is bitter. But i do have – for YOU have given – a family, a family of eight, including me, like Noah (but unlike Noah, for the women are blood sisters, not wives). And yet i do have a job, and i do have a church.

For all work is work, unpaid or paid, simple or complex, seen or unseen by human eyes, direct or indirect in its effect on creation and those who live in it. As long as it is restorative and bears the intention of restoration, it is work. Or if it maintains what is good, consistent with the mind set on goodness, it is also work. Or if it takes advantage of a once-hidden opportunity to connect and nurture, it is work. From the rubbing of the plate with a sponge to the pulling out of the weed sapling amongst the stubble, from the dialogue over assignment between student and stranger to the tapping of keys to articulate thoughts, it is all work. Even work, without a purpose in mind, is still work. It is aimless work, but that need not be a negative thing, something that detracts from the work. But the fullness of work is realised with purpose, is known in action, with others for others.

Here is the essence of work. It is done with the other, for others (🌕🌕). It is done with God, for others. It is done with the Three God, for their kingdom and righteousness’ sake.

It will be dry, but the fountains of my heart are unplugged and flowing. There is, however, much cleaning to do. There is dirt to clean, there is sin to uproot.

⬇️ = to mii from God

If u don’t want to do good for yourself – if u don’t want to sleep and wake up early for yourself – if u find it heavy, do it for ME first. Love ME for eight hours of your day – the day I have give u – with a good sleep habit. Love ME with all your time. It’s the best for ME, for you, and for others.

📕a book 📘

That we may write in heaven that most will not bother reading except us. It will be called The Radical Presence of God.

work

i weeded the garden, typed this post – working for the food that endures to eternal life – and washed and dried the dishes. 🌕🌕🌕 was indirectly highlighting my sin of laziness, from day 28 of September from “New Morning Mercies”. Abrasive, but he ‘s got me.

credits

🌕 John the Apostle

🌕🌕 Bill Heatley

🌕🌕🌕 Paul Tripp