Mystery of the Ages
Being abandoned to God always carried such a mystical element to it back in the IC. A monkish kind of virtue. Somehow being oblivious to the raw realities of life with this inward bliss, because well, to be abandoned to God meant we stopped existing. The old John the Baptist line, I must decrease that he might increase, finally reaching it’s zenith. It was almost Zen. So I figured true abandonment to God was basically the end of Bob as I knew him. I would be enoched into the third heaven.
Wrong. Way, way, wrong.
It is so cool to be a part of the mystery of the ages. To now know that being abandoned to God is being a clumsy, helpless dolt that has died with Christ and has been raised with him and lives in the continual affection of his love even still being clumsy, helpless and a dolt.