I surrender all
I surrender all
All to Thee, my blessed Savior
I surrender all…
Saintly looking women, swaying, silk hat laden, with veils of net and small birds looking out from the top of their heads; in ecstasy on Sunday…only to leave the “sanctuary” to become trapped in earthily cares.
As a devout child, I longed for so much more… I longed to have all of God. I have always wanted all of God. Yet, how do I make room; for what purpose, and would She|He come and dwell in me?! And from where would god come?
I surrender all…
I would if I knew how, and to whom, exactly I was surrendering…
But the material world beckoned, with joys of its own,…surrender All?
Every moment is its own, with its own power and potential. You can live in it freely as a new and awesome experience, or you can fence it in, with attitudes and ideas formed from the past, and fears and apprehension of what will happen in the future. This is the primordial struggle of the Human. How do we live, as free beings, detached from the spinning wheels in the back of our heads? Free from the cultural trappings that smother us; Free from the cruel hand of nature, and the evil hand of the human beasts, who are possessed, glorying in the pain, suffering and destruction of the Human.
Humans decieved by demons into thinking their “ideas” are superior; their religion is more dazzling, and because of such, justify the destruction and suffering of the Others.
Humans controlled by the demonic forces of the world who have always hated the Human. People trapped in the game of hating the Other.
I surrender all…
This is the fundamental point of existence, but few religions, especially in the West, ever speak of it; as they are firmly tied to the material world and outlook. How does the Human free itself from the illusion of existence and rest, surrendering all, in order to apprehend the presence of God within ourselves.
You will see by my words, I am in a extremely dry and weary state; yet in a very quiet place; feeling as if I’m just about ready to leave this game that God has spread before me. Why. What’s the point… I surrender all.
To fucking who? Surrender to the Great God, the One who hides?!
I surrender to whom! Why should I trust that person, that god, to whom I am to surrender? Have you seen the suffering of followers of Christ? Have you seen the suffering of all the Human who try to apprehend God in their lives… hemlock cups and crosses of pain.
I certainly will not surrender to the Christos, as he languishes in some eternal watering hole, oblivious to the incredible suffering of those who have called out to him and put their trust in him; “I surrender All!”
If you are real, Christos, the avatar of the Human, show yourself to the world, and defend the helpless and suffering. I give you until the end of the year, and you better be on time and up to form!
The Christian Armenians being slaughtered. The Christians in Nigeria being slaughtered. Palestinian Christians homeless and oppressed. Christians in Europe and America being tagged and herded for genocide, the silence of the lambs. Christos, to where have you vanished? Christos, where are you? Your brothers and sisters are suffering, yet you the eternal demi-god, as the very son of God, you do nothing for your people. Where is the promise of your coming? Why should anybody invest their soul in you?
Oh, there it is, I forgot about big ole heaven, insurance policy, in the sky ploy! If you suffer here, no matter, you’ll be kings and queens in heaven! In the heaven of what god? And how do I even know I want to go to this heaven? If God is transcendent within me, and God surrounds me in nature, yet here I am in a miasma of both suffering and ecstasy; will heaven not be the same? For if you are the form of all things, and you are the one who casts me with your soul as mine; am I not already in heaven?
I surrender all.
If only we could cast aside the cloak of materialism…yet that cloak is soft, and warm and so damned comfortable. It teaches us who we are and defines the parameters of our existence.
Am I really the eternal witness, drawing the events of the world to myself, like a merchant examining jewels? Bringing into being, within the ever creating world of the One, the things that my soul is needful of seeing and experiencing? Bringing into existence, the things that One within needs to see and experience as the very God of all that becomes within us?
I eternally witness your presence in the All.
I eternally witness, your presence within me.
And I surrender All!
The sun rose in an deep azure blue sky and everything changed with my outlook on the world. I heard a tale of my old friend, a simple man; a man like I aspire to be. You see, our actions do bring about consequences. He just won $280,000 betting on a Keno machine at the local watering hole. My son told me about it. I know, gambling and the transcendent god in the same paragraph. I was in scouts with this guy in the 70’s and he taught me my first dirty limerick. Poor old Mary… My son also told me something I didn’t know: My old friend had come out of retirement, in order to take a job at the transfer station, at minimum wages, so a friend who had also worked there, and had been diagnosed with cancer could keep his health insurance. So many dramatic acts of self-sacrifice happen over and over again…and nobody knows or cares. This all left me without words and lifted my soul; maybe “he” does care for me? Maybe he does uphold the sparrow? Maybe there is justice in the world?
God’s presence only enters the world, if we, the Human bring it about!
I surrender All.