Love Bombing and the Unheard Explosion

Silence is golden.

Or so I have heard.

It could be a bomb, too.

Of words.

Of gestures.

Of un-heard hurts.

Silence and stone walling overwhelm gives way to exhaustive explosion and “I can’t do this any more.”

The pig-headed fellow and the mule-headed maiden had seen this before. Over time, a lot of time, time would soon tell them how it would “play out.” Mutual responsibility joined them at the hip. Love carried out God’s plan better than their stubborn and obstinate natures and behavior. (wjb)

You see, life has a way of turning us on our heads. 🫨. When we should be watching goodness, we foolishly pick idols who we think know better. Know better about success.

Thank God He sits quietly waiting for us to see the light, get a clue, quit the faking. “Those who dominate do not win.” (pf) The champions of no one except themselves and their selfish ways. We are tested everyday, in big ways and small. He only wants for us to change our mindset.

We can be our own worst enemy. But. So can another. Envy and jealous are a perfect example. We may not even know it harbors deep within our own souls. So accustomed to our own ways and means, we do not even see the forest for the trees. Walk smack into our worst selves.

He wants for us to have the same closeness, compassion and tenderness with ourselves as we may for another. Thieves and thievery are everywhere in the form of a friend, a family member, a neighbor….

How? Can we tell? How will we ever learn.

We learn by doing what is good. How do we know?He is the God of Love. He desires for us to learn by serving. (pf)

We sink low. Very low. We feel dominated. Less than. We fail expectations we place on ourself and others. We let others take over our lives. And run them, allow them to run our lives, run away, hurt, and we wonder,

What happened?

We sink lower? Fakers circle around our dead carcass. We. Destined to learn the hard way again at the hands of thieves and liars. Pretenders. Predators.

We sit quietly. Waiting. Patiently. For someone. To hear our heart’s desire. The next wonderful thing we know, we hold our destiny in our own hand.

The answer. Suddenly we do not feel alone. All the hurt begins to melt away, because all of the sudden we feel, heard. By closeness, compassion and tenderness. We feel a sense , a rush of relief because the dominators no longer dominate.

Someone is our life taught us well. How to live a life of service in service of one another. A lifetime commitment. Sickness health, all that yucky stuff we may be faced with every day.

He reveals this closeness to us in a quiet pebbled moment of understanding.

We do not have to continue fighting. We do not have to sit alone with the past.

It takes time.

It takes your time.

It takes my time.

It could and does, take a lifetime.

It doesn’t have to take a life away from another, though.

That is where He comes in and refutes the image of Messiah, so that we may learn humbleness and true regard for our fellow man.

Yep, The pig-headed fellow AND the mule-headed maiden. And all the little piggies and maidens that circle round the dead carcass of another’s hopes and dreams.

The best we can do?

Not so much to get out of our own way, but true service in Him does get us out of our own head-our own pity parties of the mind.

In this quiet, pebble-filled secret meeting we are again breathing with Him. The real one. He went before us long ago to save us from ourselves. He revealed Himself in our moment of great despair, desperation. Our sins.

He knew we could do it. He knows we can do it. Live in real service of one another.

Not just communal service.

Love demands. Of us. To not fall prey to the actors and pretenders. Live with our hearts’s desire to do good simply for goodness sake. To seek not just a place at the podium or seat at the table in order to move on to the next “thing.”

Life is a fight. A survival of the fittest. We think we can cheat Father Time. Alas and at last during this secret pebble- meeting, we discover the other half of our heart, our heart’s desire.

We no longer must be the slave of all. (pf). We learn to serve out of love. Even when, in Penelope’s web of patience, resourcefulness, constancy and love she was constantly attacked and beset by insolent and wicked suitors. (wjb)

Love moved first.

Yearn to serve. Not to be served. Stay humble. Stay loyal.

During the secret pebble meeting loyalty to something greater than oneself was re-arranged. Re-organized. The old mindset destined to serve when the dead carcass seems decayed and the moment felt gone.

Changed.

Service to another. Service to our brother.

War is hell.

Peace. Not. War. (pf)

Loyalty to a Brother

Walter MacPeek

”One of two brothers fighting in the same company in France fell by a German bullet. The one who escaped asked permission of his officer to go and bring his brother in.

”He is probably dead,” said the officer, “and there is no use in your risking your life to bring in his body.”

But after further pleading the officer consented. Just as the soldier reached the lines with his brother on his shoulders, the wounded man died.

“There, you see,” said the officer, “you risked your life for nothing.”

”No,” replied Tom. “I did what he expected of me, and I have my reward. When I crept up to him and took him in my arms, he said, “Tom, I knew you would come—I just felt you would come.”

There you have the gist of it all; somebody expects something fine and noble and unselfish of us; someone expects us to be faithful.

What stickiness is in Penelope’s way:

Glory

Power

Domination

Vanity

All ways thieves and thievery may take hold of our existences.

The secret, quiet-pebbled meeting determined otherwise.🙏🏻 We are not alone. Stay the course. Follow the good. Stay the course.

Tested as we are by Him, minute by minute.

Stay humble in His Service

And.

Never surrender.