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So because I have a journal or...70 + (I counted), I thought I'd give it a go. The trick will be whether I can actually link back to the other blogs. Being the techno-idiot that I am, that's the rough part. And all those myriad blue journals should explain why I'm more comfortable with pens than computer. Still.
"Come back to your senses as you ought and stop sinning." 1 Cor. 15: 34
Buechner says this is the essence of repentance: coming to one's senses. A helpful definition, especially if one thinks of the fact that we're already saved from our sins through the cross. It implies that our RIGHT senses are not sin-full. Not if we are Christ-ones. We don't have to become sin-less (I'm using the hyphen to connote a cup of water image), we already are. Sin pollutes what we do, but we are His, we hold the Holy Spirit. So, come back to your senses--return to your true self. The 'as your ought' implies certain fleshly resistance, which I (as well as anyone) know viscerally. Sin, unfortunately, is not always uncomfortable in the action. In fact, not even in reaction. If it were, we'd be less apt to do it, right? But His Spirit nudges, prods and compels and when we come back to our senses; i.e., repent, how fresh the world is. (The word fresh reminds me of that evangelist Benny Hinn, who blew, pushed or touched people in his healing ministry, always saying, "Fresh!" I never understood the word choice."
Lord, I want to concentrate on you but my mind easily wanders. I'm not sure I could empty my mind to save my life, to be honest. I want space to hear you, I just can't seem to accomplish it on my own. It seems to me that returning to my senses isn't even possible without your assistance. Paul Tournier says "The act of writing prevents me from slipping into wool gathering." Maybe that's what I'm doing as I write tonight--I'm writing my way back to my senses.