I’m detached, floating through space. I can’t make an effort to change the day because gravity is nonexistent. I can’t even run away. I’m just here, drifting. A lonely astronaut waiting to run out of air as he orbits a planet he doesn’t belong to. Passing by the stars- they probably have names, but we’re not on speaking terms. We won’t ever know each other. A familiar face at best. Besides, I’m allergic to star dust. I’ve spent all this time striving for new heights and now that I’m here, I just want to come down. The space program sounded better on the ground.

I hope a I can catch a meteor as it blasts by and ride it like a surfboard. I’d be going places then. See some different planets in a far away atmosphere. Instead, all is quiet on this frontier. I just float silently, listening to my sighs. Breath keeping me warm as it billows off the glass of my helmet. What am I doing here? There’s not a life form in sight. I search for a sign, a course correcting constellation arrow. All I get are cryptic messages shrouded in misery. I mean mystery. The rest, as you know, is history. Or is it?

Is time irrelevant in the scope of eternity? Does it even matter how long I’ve been up here feeling empty? Was this all just some bogus, far-flung, star-hung wish? Thinking something newly radical could wash over this world? And that a flimsy kid like me could be a part of it? I don’t know anymore. So I try to wiggle myself over to the looming mouth of a black hole nearby, where my happiness and energy feed into. But as I begin to wave my final goodbye, I glimpse a solar flare on the edge of my vision. And I am reminded of something. The something that has been unignorably growing inside me. Something that defies logic. A powerful, endless dose of supernatural life that makes anything possible. An antidote for selfishness, the plague we humans hold hands with as we’re lead to our graves. The Savior has come and He left behind some seeds and living water. I was fortunate enough to ingest them like a fountain drink – big gulp in size. Letting them warm and transform my insides. Yet, this is beyond fruit and roots. That is only the wonderful standard. They were never meant to be enough. Ever unsatisfied, my longing somehow brought me all the way out here. But why?

To explode? To be in a space to witness something astronomical in significance? To let the momentum of something that came before me, that is beyond me, thrust me back to earth with such force the oceans reaction to being plunged so deep, to being hit so hard, will create the unignorable wave of power I have been waiting for? We will just have to see, won’t we.

Meanwhile, I exist suspended in the void of emptiness. Practically motionless, far from emotionless. An expedition into relentless repetition. Maybe in a few more revolutions we will get what we need. Because we’re lacking connection, as we wait for the world to change. But if everyone changed themselves, no one would have to change the world. The art of transformation is the universal language we all can speak through the power of the Spirit. He is the connection we seek. Now if only our babbling communities can help us communicate in the tongues of God’s reality. The process of togetherness is the witness to slashing the lies of the counterfeit. The knockoffs we buy into when we’re alone. The false focus of making it on our own. Forging a path in life, while considering the Throne secondary. “I never knew you” are the four most terrifying words I can think of.

Reclining in my hovering armchair of collected space junk I contemplate the calling, “Why look through a telescope when you can join Me?” I answered with flight. Closer than ever, but all I do is look down. I guess there’s only one thing left to do now. The black hole of my ever-starving flesh belches out one last protest before I fall out of my chair and into submission. A life surrendered in absolute is no longer about you. Surrender to the Holy Spirit, not your feelings. Emotions will leave you empty; Holy Spirit will bring you into the fullness of God. It’s there we can inherit the promise- unrivaled power.

“For whoever wants to save their life will lose it, but whoever loses their life for Me will save it.” // Luke 9:24