The Sharp Flaming Door

Many of you may not know, but I am attempting to write a book (2 actually). Recently, at the behest of a friend I decided to stop being so critical of my work and also stop deleting the files. So in honor of that I thought I'd share an excerpt for you. The book is called "Written of Me" - being 365 meditations on Christ from the Torah. Tell me what you think, so here is one meditation: 

Genesis 3:24 "After he drove the man out, he placed on the east side of the Garden of Eden cherubim and a flaming sword flashing back and forth to guard the way to the tree of life."

And so it ever is, that we must always pass through that door, the one the burns us and cuts us asunder. There has always been one way of walking back into paradise, one path back to life, one method of marrying us back to providence, walking with us in the cool of the day; and it is the path of fire, the way of the sword, the method of the martyr. But, this way, this path is no road. It is a man, the one who stated that HE WAS the door, the one whose words are an edged sword, the one whose eyes pierce the soul with their fire.

...and he stands as the entrance of life, with his loving yet blazing eyes, gazing into our hearts, so he may burn away the impurity which will not let us survive; and his words cut away all that would not allow us from fitting the entrance. We must stand in front of him and render our decision: will we choose to allow the maiming of our self to gain life or, will we simply hold on to our carcass and continue to rot in our death, but yea we remain all that we ever were?

We MUST pass through Christ, and to do so means we must die to all that we ever were, and allow him to continue this process of hack and singe until we have passed through into that promised life. All that we hold dear is what holds us back, there is no room in the threshold for us to carry anything with us. We must know that to seek Christ means to seek a life-long process of dying to our self and all our desires. We have to want this, or we will never storm the gate, but simply stay contented to stand outside and see those within, pretending all along that we had the faith to make the leap... dying while in the belief of living.

Lord, forgive us. We repent of our fears: that of the flame and blade. We regret our mere impersonation of men with the will to forsake all end enter with eyes awide. We are the blind ones, the ones who shut our eyes to the truth, the ones who feel that we must not give up who we are; but it is in giving in to you that we gain who we were meant to be. Blaze us, and wound us, let our blood run into you that ours and yours may be mingled, and the Father sees your righteousness in us.