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It is presently 6:29 a.m. Friday morning.
I revisited Sacred Gateway after ages of not having done so. It was refreshing, to say the least.
The Scripture reading was taken from Matthew 6:13-20, in which Jesus asks his disciples, "Who do people say that the Son of Man is?"
Just after Peter acknowledges the Christ, Jesus speaks of his church, which will be founded on Peter.
I'm reading Lewis' The Weight of Glory now, and putting two and two together, I got more than my mind can count.
It's like, Peter sees the Messiah, and suddenly the world doesn't matter anymore because as far as he's concerned, everything is in the hands of the Sovereign.
But then, the next thing Jesus does is least expected; he passes his job to us, his followers. Lewis must have been right when he wrote (I can't remember where) that 'God is abdication.'
And I look at how far we've fallen -- nay, how far I've fallen, and, well... the fact that we're still here... Grace. Mercy. Call it what you will.
Something happened last night that prompted me to think of the nature of fasting and of spiritual attack.
The idle mind is the devil's playground, it has been said. I seem to notice that the times I was weakest, were when my mind was 'too free.'
However, the times I experienced God's grace the most, were also those when I was at my weakest. A different type of weakness, maybe.
Whatever it may be, I want this time of fasting to be a 'selah' during which I may draw closer to God, and learn to dwell in his presence more.
(Which reminds me, I need to get a copy of Nouwen's The Way of the Heart).
It's now 6:41 a.m. Leaving for school soon.