Jumbled Thoughts About EVEN GREATER THINGS

Red fingers typing away upon oily but familiar keys
They're desperate tonight
To type
To describe
To reveal

Pierced ears listening to the sounds of Chris August
New music
New heart beating to the drum of my own
Wondering


What will come
As Spartacus the old Honda Accord I call my own now
Roars down the highway
Bags packed and boxes crammed
No doubt rolling around with the
Globe I'll be bringing with me
To remind me of what I long to chase after

No, not the world itself
But, the adventure
The Big, Grand, Expensive Adventure
That calls my heart out
Of its restlessness and boredom

Oh, the fingers type desperately now
As they giggle with the heart
That dances to the name Jesus as
It's sung by the "new guy"

Jesus. The Author of such an Adventure

"The Not Yet"
Oh, geesh

One last semester.
Of nervous freshmen trampling each other
As they rush to class,
Soon realizing it's not worth anything
If you miss a couple for the sake of selah time

One last semester.
Of fifth-year seniors breathing in the smells
Of familiarity.
Legacy.
Victory.
Realizing that it's not over yet.
Wondering what will come after the "Great Walk of Victory" across the
carpeted stage.

I will not worry.
I will not fret about tomorrow.
For tomorrow is a day that's been created already.
With or without me involved.

"The Not Yet"
The future.
The rest of the story.
The eternal scope that far outweighs the stupidity of the day.

I guffaw at the thought of such concern tomorrow.
Until, I think about the concerns of today
And how I wasted
Beautiful minutes because I didn't have money
To buy food
When I had Mom's meat loaf in the fridge

The banner lined with "Even Greater Things"
Keeps rising up in my thoughts.
It resonates victory, newness, and resolution inside my spirit.
It longs to see the revelation of such a thing.

This semester pieced with "Even Greater Things" just fits
For some reason.

Holy Spirit revelation?
Maybe.
Radical obedience desired?
Definitely.