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This blog is for those who take the line in the Nicene Creed seriously that says, “I await the resurrection of the dead and the life of the ages to come.” That is the life immortal into which Jesus Christ will someday usher renewed humans. For centuries these people have been called Christians, and they are still called Christians, but since Christianity has become such a broad term and Christ said that the gate into immortal life is narrow and difficult to squeeze through, then perhaps those few serious people would be better identified as “Aspiring Immortals”.

This blog is a journal of just such an Aspiring Immortal. Through stories, poems, and journal entries I teach orthodox Christianity. I am not a religious rebel, instead I’d rather identify with GK Chesterton, CS Lewis, and my favorite Saints such as Francis of Assisi, Chrysostom, and Climacus whose vision and creativity have guided so many aspiring immortals through this earthly life.

 

A companion to this blog is my book entitled “The Immortal Life (TIL).” TIL teaches orthodox Christianity to those who want to know the reason for life and death, good and evil. TIL explains it all from the fall of mankind to the annihilation of this planet with a refreshing contemporary voice that is at times even funny.

 

We all work very hard to improve life on this planet for ourselves and for each other. And yet there is so much more life has to offer. Aspiring immortals are the salt of this earth and the substance of the next one.

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Saturday
27Jun2009

Still Waters

This rock is lucky as it rests cuddled deep within rich soil.

No enemies to threaten its comfort.

No comfort to contemplate.

Rest and being, centuries of quiet rest and being.

To be a rock, stable at the core,

always a rock never anything more.

 

Should a hapless farmer unearth the resting rock,

Should new light first meet its cold hard face

Unfazed the lucky rock moves to higher ground

To rest some more.

 

To never change

For better or worse

To know no sorrow

Pain or pity

To never need.

 

Will immortal bones

Know rock-like rest

Rockish peace

When love is more than salt

Of the earth?

 

Sitting beside still waters

I envy this rock, my hearty chair

For I must walk away

Into a storm. 

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