Uncovering, not Discovering. (The Answer).

"A bold move." Some will say. 

"I don't agree, and F that guy pushing his views on me with a title like that!" Scream others. 

"Ah, what a nice young man." Say those who might know of me, yet wouldn't read the post. 

"I don't like his writing." As more scroll by with enough on their wall today to write their own books. 

What are we missing here? Where is that Lego block we thought we had, misplaced, the piece of the puzzle, critical to the complete picture, we just can't find? What did we just spend four hours on, if not to finish this thing? Why did we wait until the last piece to figure out if there is even a possible conclusion? 

Life is such an all expansive view of an entire existence summed into these four little letters. For some, they decide to equate their life to four larger, more adult letters, the first one s and the last t, yes, there it is. Whether we are choosing to have this s--t life or not is up to us sure, however there are some "external" factors I think that are important to consider. 

This time of year, it is cold, the sun is hardly around, and inside activities turn into eating too much, drinking too much, and missing our time with nature, a time very important for we ourselves are nature. Actually, nature was here first, thus, we interrupted its party, not the other way around. A reminder lingers as the environment's frigidity stings, that last bit of ice continues to catch our feet as we head off to work, as that cold seeps in to our human dwellings using up our resources for which we dedicate most of our life to make. 

The weather has its effects no matter where we decide to live. A lunch date this afternoon reminded me that there are parts of the world where people are not suffering these miserable conditions. Right now another blogger is sitting at his computer typing with ease, as my fingers have had to un-thaw, hitting backspace every other sentence while a racing mind drives cubes for fingers across the keys. For those people, constant warmth, lacking of "true" seasons have them missing out on something we have a plethora of in the Midwest, the benefit of cold. 

Nature's level of intended treachery is really our adaptation of the environment. We can diagnose and subject ourselves to the pain of nature's direct intent all we want, however we are left to deal, coping no matter how hot or cold or windy or snowy it is. 

To be clear, this is not a "religious" post, so easily dismissed as subjective. 

Now, on to the uncovering of answers in all of this. First, the interference: A separation from all that is good, a pinnacle of all things pure, the tippiest point to the sharpest sward, the ultimate high, the Great I AM, God, is where we find the root of many problems. If you are a god, then this does not apply to you. If you are able to control this weather then what are you waiting for, make this tundra warm again. If you are willing to admit you are not the highest power in your life, then you are one of us, broken beings, powerless and weak, a best-case scenario in fact, one where up is the only direction left to go. 

Next, the answer: Whatever you are willing to admit is greater and more powerful than you has to be what is looked to in nonsensical times. Times that are so far out of your control you are forced to admit, you are not at the top of this mountain, an obvious realization if you are in fact, being honest. 

We are all existing, and there are theories galore regarding the purpose behind this, or if there is a purpose at all, or if we are merely existing just to exist, like a rock sits where it sits without an intention. For we have intent however and we have these parts of our brain that are all connected in some way, some commonality that we share, some underlying sense of something we can connect to, yet some of us spend the bulk of our time rejecting. This thing, this Lego piece we thought was missing, the piece of the puzzle that completes the picture, is so satisfying when we rediscover it was underneath the board or hiding inside the box the entire time, that we forget of a time of us without it. 

Like a cool drink of water on a hot day, after mowing the lawn, and drinking a little too much the night before, there is a contentment found in things outside of ourselves, but are we not actually fulfilling that which was already inside us the entire time, water replacing what was already there? Are we actually uncovering, not discovering what we thought was missing? Are we not still the same people with the same situations after the discovery as before it, shifted perspectives enabling efficient behaviors because that rediscovered piece reminds us that no matter what happens out there, in nature, we are OK, we are complete? 

Truth, is the only thing worth dying for, and the ultimate truth lies inside of us already, found in Jesus's death and resurrection on the cross, a gift given. This, allowing mere men, sinners of the worst, the most intended and inherently wicked creatures in nature, to be comforted by actions done for us, actions we can never repay, simply accept. Like a suit of armor in a world full of feathers, we are untouchable.  

This isn't about me, this is more about you than any words I have ever written. This is a taste of contentment while here, a soft pillow while staying at a crummy hotel, yet we soon leave this temporary dwelling and enter our permanent residence, more everything than any words I could find. Look at the contentment in others whom follow a similar path. Look to what is offered, not to whom is offering it. This isn't about the man, whom you will always find fault, always arguing intent, or develop some theory against, this is about the message, looking inside as to what can be that piece uncovered, combating the woes of this world, making sense of the senseless and to comfort when we are undoubtedly broken. This comfort is worth more than whatever else you are using to distance yourself from the truth. Distance found from things justified by this world, the same world that wants you to rely on its ways, dying, an inevitable conclusion to nature for its intent is to end.

Just try it out, read, get invested, learn not religion, but spirituality, the most truth you will come across while here.  You have absolutely nothing to lose for the gift is already there, you literally just have to accept it. 

I was raised spiritually knowing my Father in Heaven, and yet I strayed. Knowing and living in it are two different things that I had to learn the hard way. For my full story and what I latched on to instead, my book, Castle-Broken, is found HERE. Like I said, you will always find fault in the man, just take the message instead.

“God can’t give us peace and happiness apart from Himself because there is no such thing.”
― C.S. Lewis