The sound of dry leaves underfoot charms me through. (I'm a midwesterner by breeding.)
I shuffle for the joy of the sound; the joy of the smell...
I breathe pure November under naked oak and hickory;
pause to watch the world readying for white...
And I wonder:
When a man of God does, who does the doing?
I have heard more than one new recruit on the field say to his fellow:
"Buck up, man! You've got what it takes."
I'm unconvinced. Especially when I remember that Adam in his spotless strength and beauty drew every drop of nobility he possessed from his connection to his Maker... even though he was fresh from the hands of God (and thus was arguably in the best place to stand alone). His glory, his perfection, his holiness were gifts given not to stand alone, but to put and keep him in connection with the Perfect and Holy... And even as every leaf today draws it's life force, and every star it's brilliance from the heartbeat of God, Adam drew his glory from the Infinite.
I other words, the crown of God's crowning creation (read: humanity) was the connection with Heaven.
What can be compared?
But disconnect... Now there's a real problem.
[I bend down, aim my iPhone a few inches above grade.]
Disconnect perfect angels, and you get demons.
Disconnect perfect and glorious humanity, and... Well, look around you.
And if Adam needed so badly to be connected to his God... then what are we thinking when we blaze off on our own? Or when we foolishly unfit ourselves for the inhabitance of the Holy Spirit... (emphasis on the word Holy.)
Every man of God, ever woman of God, is nothing.
The image of God, yes... But every shadow disappears when the object is removed.
Without the Supernatural indwelling, we are lifeless, empty shells.
Yea, much worse... the indwelling of the other supernatural.
You're just a shell, my friend. Just a shell...
Ah, but what glory, when filled with Heaven itself!?
What an honor, to be God's shadow.
Then let everything else be cast out, that we might not restrict the inflow of the Spirit.
Darkness and Light cannot both be.
Let the Light so shine...