Sometimes All You Need Is Space - Lots of Space.

I guess, sometimes life can be like riding a bike along a vast landscape. Sometimes - or often - we experience journeys that are so beyond us, that it's not us riding the bike; it's the bike taking us for a ride. We can try to be safe, and go for all the careful tracks... and go slowly... and that is the right (and sane) thing for a beginner.

But for the mature, skilled experienced cyclists, all the discipline and training that they've put in has resulted in a whole new level of utter freedom. The freedom to go beyond the boundaries, the safe zones - because their bodies have now acquired the strength to be free.

And that's how our lives are meant to be ultimately lived. No longer bound by the rigid safe frameworks that did help to keep us safe from the law of gravity - but with a corresponding restriction; but now bound by a greater framework - the framework of God's creation, and grander laws of nature that supersede earth's surly bonds.

And that's the whole point.

Life wasn't meant to be lived softly on tip-toe. Not when the God who made the mountains invites us to tell them to hurl themselves into the sea. Not when He told us that the mountains will shout for joy and the hills skip like lambs. Not when He told us to go forth into all the world and preach the good news to all creation. Not when He said that the earth shall be filled with the glory of the Lord, as surely as the waters cover the seas. Not when He promised a new heaven and a new earth... a new mountain. Mount Zion, the heavenly Jerusalem, the City of the Living God.

Let the heavens rejoice, and the earth be glad!
Let the seas resound with a mighty roar!
Let the trees of the forest clap their hands!
Let the earth be filled with the glory of the Lord.

Today, Jon and I took time to just worship God, to put into practice what we learnt from Ps Denis' sermon on worship yesterday. We were at the garden at St. Andrew's Cathedral, and we took a songbook, and chose some songs. And as we sang, the clouds gathered together and the wind started blowing stronger. And the clouds were our audience, as we sang our hearts out to our Creator. We did look a bit silly, we two men, standing and singing in the face of a looming storm while everyone else was scurrying around like frightened mice to find cover. But who cares? We knew that God did care. So here we were, a modern-day Paul and Silas duet, praising God in the face of the storm. And it was awesome, seeing the praises of our Saviour rising to open skies.

See the praises of our Saviour
Rise to open skies
With the dawning of redemption
Your glory will arise

For You alone are worthy
Here in Zion you are praised
Our Lord and King forever
You will reign

Yes, we sang praises to Him, to Him who rides the ancient skies above. And when the thunder rolled, Jon quipped, "They're applauding for us." Haha. Perhaps it's really so! :D

Yes! Lived in crazy freedom, living life to the full, and experiencing God's pleasure upon you all the way. Oh listen! Can you hear the mountains sing for joy? :) Sometimes all you need is space to be what God wants you to be - lots of space. May you too find the space one of these days to go crazy and worship God with every inch of your body and soul. =D