I feel I owe anyone who read my last post a bit of an update. In Another Transition I shared the mental picture I had of leaving rehab my eight month discipleship course and my concern I might de-rail the grace train and have to return to the facility shortly after leaving because I don’t know how to live in the wild (better known as real life).
In the interest of full disclosure, I did in fact have a momentary departure from grace to my coping mechanisms the DAY AFTER our commencement from rehab the course. But a fellow sojourner through this process quickly got on the phone and talked me down off of the proverbial ledge and helped me land safely in the arms of Jesus. The upside of this is that I had a fresh reminder that my flesh is alive and well and still wants to have its own way. So I have to daily choose Life. It’s not a one-time decision, it is a moment by moment choice to be led by the Spirit.
In other words, the eight month course did EXACTLY what it was designed to do – equip us to go out into the world, led by the Spirit in community to live in intimate, dependent communion with the Father. And when we see our sister, or brother, starting to tank, we grab them by the hand and love them back onto the path. We don’t pretend to have any or all the answers, we simply point them back to the ONE who always does, without judgment or pretense.
I know you are all astounded that it only took me eight months…after 44 years of bondage…but all I can say is “(S)he whom the Son sets free is free indeed.”
This too is abundant life. Not trying to get it perfect every time, but looking at everything, whether it appears good or bad, as an opportunity for fellowship with the Father.