In this dark, cold world
a voice cries out.
Just a city on a hill,
I am a lamp being lit,
not the light,
but another blind man
needing sight.
In this dry, barren world
a voice cries out.
Just speaking to the rock
of living water,
and just as thirsty, I say,
as every other wanderer
finding this one way.
In this empty shell of a world,
a voice cries out.
Just a word made flesh
dwelling among other men,
I am only a messenger,
not the speaker,
also desperate for the good news
to each Kingdom-seeker:
being found.
Cry out
in this wilderness world.
Be a voice,
just a voice,
for the Man.
One of the greatest freedoms in life is knowing what you don’t have to do. It focuses the mind on what is necessary and saves me from just trying to get people to do what I want them to. Like Mary, I want to find the “one thing needed.” For John and myself, I see I am not the light, but only a witness. I need not be so concerned with what people believe, but with what people see that I believe.
(Mediation on John 1:8)
