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| Sunday, March 1, 2009
Touched by Divinity (Or Mobile Phone Epiphany)Writer: Annabelle Bok This was "written" completely wholesale on my mobile phone in the middle of a praise and worship session in church. The whole thing was done in less than 5 minutes but somehow, its strange "rawness" gives it a quality that begs for further contemplation. The wilderness experience makes you sensitive to distance, because you already inherently feel so distant and distanced by the very fact that you're in that place. And so there comes a time when titles no longer cut it, when anything less than the most intimate becomes a hell, a raging desert of questions, of doubt, of greatest and deepest horror. When you need so much more than endearments, and crave desperately even the harsh pain of violence. When drinking no longer slakes your thirst, but you must drown... Drown forever only to rise again in the glory of resurrection power. And so, touch -- that rawest expression, becomes the only thing that makes any sense at all. And in that place I will have none of the Great King, none of the Creator, none of God Almighty, none even of the fierce, terrifying glory of the Saving Son Of God. I will have none of that, but I will have my Lover, my Heartbeat, and my Breath. I touch myself, and I know I touch Divinity and He me.
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