We who now make history feel engulfed by the repercussions of yesterday’s follies and the deluge of tomorrow’s passage. The sea will be in turmoil our entire voyage. The weight threatens to crush life right out of this existence. And the only thing that will save us is the paradox of True Life, the weight of glory.
Paradox expounds its mystery and interprets ours: Eternity enters our time, now our time is His.
And in the swelling questions, the cultural currents, the raucous winds, the people of Domini cling to His Paradox, the reality of I AM in time. We hear the song of the resurrection, above, within, through the fatal tempest—life through death, life conquers death.
And where should we be? Where He is, because where I AM is, there is life. We will find Him in praise, because He occupies the praise spaces of His people. Every moment, every wave, every raindrop, where Christ Jesus is delighted in as Lord, is worship.
His dominion makes sense of our time, and enables us to live in the year of our LORD.
So, teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.