Esoteric Modernism

 

Esoteric Modernism

 Esoteric: requiring or exhibiting knowledge that is restricted to a small group

 Modernism: a break with the past and the concurrent search for a new form of expression

     Mavericks, so they are called.  Somehow their bold charge of “onward!”  sparks our interest and sucks in our surrendered identities.  “Forget the past.  The future is where it is at.” A half-truth alluring those frustrated with their ‘now’ condition.

     A person is to know where they came from.  They are to embrace it, wrestle with it, and be victorious.  Pictures are to hang on the “I remember wall.”  ‘Remember when’s’ are to bounce around the supper table.  Regrets are to be ruminated with a forbearance in taking that step again.  History is be upheld and set upon the mantle as a spectacle glass for one to see the future.  In other words, modernism in its totality has no sense in this Biblical world.

     A frontal lobotomy is most severe.  Erasing a man’s past and reducing him to a vegetable is not progress.  God does not call us to this.  When He says reborn, He does not mean erase.  To go under the water does not mean leaving the personality under the waves.  He fully loves the whole person.

     “But I want to be like Jesus.”  Yes, as a hand in a glove.  Jesus’ spirit is inside you.  He chooses to interface with this world through your likes and dislikes.  Baskin Robbin’s flavors of thirty-one means there is a whole lot of combinations our Savior has to work with.  God is a complex God.  He knits the quilt together.  Patches to colorful fabrics in array, He tells the story of ‘you’ upon a spread of endearment.  He loves you, all of you.

     When I came back to God, it was scary.  Not for me but for my friend.  My personality hit tilt as my bell was rung and Cory leaked out my ear to the floor.  Frantically wanting Jesus to fill me up, I sat in desperation grabbing my little green Bible as a road map for the day.  A spiritual frontal lobotomy threatened as I became one with the Father and I his son.  My mystical presence with Him hit the wall of reality when I heard, “Airman!”

     Boot camp is good for knocking the cobwebs out of one’s head.  Somehow the look of a man straight into my eyes at a distance of eight inches, drove the fairy tale Jesus out of me.  Bouncing about the bottom of realism, I awoke.  God used the United States Air Force to bring me back into orbit.  No more tripping.  The high was over.

     When God gets ahold of you, please remember He doesn’t want to erase your hard drive.  Granted, He provides us a new operating system but this He reprograms on the fly.  Current situations He uses as He works with you to renew your thinking and responses.  God is just that good.

     Modernism is a break from the past.  God doesn’t break the vessel.  He has to work with something.  The whole He will not smash and throw.  Restoring an old car should be the picture here.  He works with the classic you to bring back the shine again.  He truly is a redeemer who buys back the former and transforms to light.

     Esoteric?  God’s workings are well known all over the world.  Meet family in Australia or Canada, the witness is the same.  God works.  God works wonders. 

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