Why does God feel so far away when the answer you want him tell you most,
Is to the question that burns the deepest?
The question that holds your life up like struts supporting a wall.
A wall that you don’t want to fall in the wrong direction,
Terrified of falling prey to action made hastily (has-tuh-lay),
Decisions sometimes feel as permanent as time spent,
Can’t press rewind nor can you control+z to undo a movement.
Desperate for feedback you perform rituals to show God you’re a “good Christian,” and that you’re listening,
But instead of Jeopardy, where it’s nothing but answers and you ask the questions,
You mimic Dora, Sherlock or Nancy Drew playing the game “Clue.”
Feebly walking tenderly through life’s situation
But your help is walking with you.
See,
I was saved by grace through faith.
Deep in the bowels of human depravity sat you and me.
And through his love he waded in the muck and mire, the dung and the bayou,
Picked us up and claimed us….. again.
I’m getting too far ahead.
Have you ever seen a bird, who’s always lived in a cage, fly?
I mean, the door is open, their wings work, but they’re stuck… resolutely inside?
Intellectually, the bird, believes that its residency is confined to the side of the metal that it has always seen.
Even though its reality is contradictory to the nature God created the bird to be... in.
I trust if the bird had a PhD, and it acted similar to me,
Giving what is seen the most credibility,
It would have studied the composition of its habitat,
Describing the tensile strength of the alloy compound of its compound
Fully persuaded that nothing short of the Jaws of Life could enable it to get free.
And then, in reaches a hand, moving the flap that kept the bird trapped.
If this was an experiment, you and I would note how interested the bird was, with entertaining the prospect of its freedom.
If the bird wasn’t contained long, it would likely break the flap,
Recognizing that this was its fleeting moment to fly.
But the longer the bird was held in captivity,
The more coaxing it would take to get the bird to believe that it actually could be free.
That the flap really had been moved back,
And that,
The impossible was no longer that.
The dreams of a world beyond the cage COULD become reality.
No longer would the bird sing a sad melody
Because it would be soaring.
But the physical surrounding infiltrated the birds’ mentality.
And so are some of we.

Only instead of the cage being the limitation,
Worry and frustration are negative sums, depleting energy and patience.
So like ticking time bombs we storm through life,
Become tumors to ourselves.
And, to that end, we’re just like the bird, whose flap has been moved back, but who does not fly into the sky.
God has done the impossible.
For our fragile existence of days that seem to be full of worry,
He’s gotten the recipe to short circuit calamity.
But all we see is how our “faith” separates us from the life we really want.
After all, isn’t that all that the bird sees? A cage separating it from the life it transfixes it’s eyes on daily.
Likewise, we pace the floors of our homes, moan and beckon the hand that feeds us mysteriously from the sky,
For more.
At what point, do we realize that all we have to do is walk through?
We say “Lord I need more faith, and then I can reach the sky”
That’s the bird asking for a bigger cage, in order to soar through the air, on the other side.
See the bird, expands the current situation, instead of escaping it.
Brothers and sisters, you’re free.
It’s not your faith.
It’s your belief that the cage has been replaced by a limitless sky.
You are free.
Now, FLY.