The Adventurer

In his song Strange Waters, Bruce Cockburn sings about all that he has witnessed and like prophets of old, is asking for some peace among the injustice of the world. I find myself in places that seem like strange waters, places I do not seem to belong, and yet find that I do. I guess that is the adventure, finding out who we are and not whe we believe ourselves to be.
There will always be an antithesis between who God intended us to be and who we believe ourselves to be. Until we arrive at that place when perfection is restored and Jesus Christ begins his earthly and eternal reign in full there will always be that itch we just can't scratch, like we're always on the verge of knowing and being known and yet always keeping him at arms length.
I suppose that is what draws us to cling to this world. It is an effort to scratch, to know and be known. So I seek to let go, to release and see if I do take flight. It will not be once, however. I am certain this will be a series of small choices that lead finger by finger to my flight and be of no glory to me, but the one who has saved me and made me who I am.