Into the Unknown

This is… a poem?

A series?

I’m not quite sure what to classify this as.

On my phone, I have Note, it’s something that comes with every Android and it is where my thoughts go. Blog post ideas, reminders, the names I want for my future children, my writing goals, you know… normal things like that.

Well included in this list of things I add to my blog are Jesus ideas. Random thoughts on God, what I think He may be telling me, Bible verses I particularly like and the ideas that come with it. Here’s the thing folks, on a side note, what the heck is a poem? Like I know the definition and I know what we were taught in school. Yet, someone could write ‘I like cheese, and it makes me feel the way I wish you did’, and somehow that’s a poem?

So here is a collection of thoughts, ideas, excerpts, whatever you want to call it I came up with today (July 4th) as I was washing the dishes. To fully ‘appreciate’ the context of this compilation, I will explain.

The idea behind every paragraph is the idea that we are walking in the unknown. Based off the beginning of our world and life, where God created it perfect, we are in uncharted territories. We fear the unknown because what we were made to know is gone. So the idea is loss and being lost.

I suck when it comes to creative things, like explaining what this is supposed to be, which always seems to surprise people because I am an author. I swear… artsy is not how I would describe myself or my works.

Either way, I’ll just let the collection speak for itself.

 

Into the Unknown

We reject death and fear it because we were never intended to die. Humans have fought for immortality ever since death came into the world. There are stories, franchises, and billions surrounding the idea of life forever. We know we were never meant to die and our spirit fights against it with physical panic and resilience. 

We strive for impossible perfection because we were made perfect. We cannot be perfect and yet humans always fight for it. Why? At the very beginning of time God looked at His creation and said it is good. Sinless. Perfect. Good. Then came the fall. Our perfection was shattered by a nature of sin we were never intended to have. 

We try to find love because we lost the perfect, whole, unadulterated love we were supposed to have. Walking side by side with God in complete praise and worship. Surrounded by the literal presence of Him who is love; in a world untouched by death, sickness, selfishness, pain, or brokenness. Humans try to find this love in fighting to be made whole again. We search for it in sex, relationships, work. We try to find our worth. Whatever will complete us, because we were made whole in union with Christ, to be torn apart by our own making.

We fight for justice which can never be wholly found because we were intended for a world where the scales never tipped. We had the perfect relationship with a just Judge. Only to wake up in a new world filled with selfishness, deceit, and pain. We strive to restore a world of chaos into an order which will never be found among flawed humans. 

We search and seek for something to praise and worship because we were made to worship Him who is worthy of it all. Yet, we tore our eyes from the Perfect being to instead search in emptiness. We became our own gods and began to hoist imperfect creation to try and fit the void we create in our own disobedience. We set expectations for things never intended for worship and are shocked when they crumble and we are left disappointed and lost.

We battle in a constant war to prolong the life of a planet doomed to a fiery death. Our world should never have fallen apart but here it hangs on the precipice of destruction. We try to return it to immortality because we desperately do not want to admit we are ultimately out of control. Our spirit understands what our minds cannot accept. We were created for eternity and are in the temporary. Spiraling and unable to comprehend the true gravity of our current circumstances. 

We oppose pain because we were never supposed to experience it. In a garden we were created in perfection and totality with peace and joy. We were ignorant to the depth of torment which comes from disobedience. Pain comes and it is as sure as death itself, yet we try to run from it because our bodies know it is supposed to be unknown. 

Ashley Pearse

 

Soooo, after reading that you can tell me. Is that a poem? A quote? What defines a quote? Does it have to be part of a different work or can it be separate? I have questions. (EDIT: my Mom said musings or ponderings. Good stuff, good stuff.)

Either way, this is a glimpse into my mind. I have always believed death is such a hard hit because we were never intended to die. There are parts of our psyche which make sense when you trace it back to what we were created for. Either way, you can tell me what you think.

Also reminder for this because this is a very hard-hitting and possibly even depressing concept, that this entire thing focuses on the temporary here and now but that’s not what life is about. Life is about death as funny as it sounds because these moments on earth are less than a glimpse into eternity. This here and now is a taste of what we will have one day with God in heaven.

Lord, thank you for today. For a mind that works, which can be logical and computing. Thank you for the earth you created. Father I am sorry for the times I have strayed from what you intended for me. The sin and the stupidity and the stubbornness. I cannot be perfect but I strive to be closer to you every day Lord. While I am on this earth, spreading your Kingdom, I pray my eyes would be on you.

For the day I get to rejoin you, in perfect harmony, in the home intended for me, I pray I would be able to make you proud. There’s nothing greater than having a proud Papa. God help me serve you. Use me as a vessel. Open my mind and my eyes to you.

In Jesus’ Name,

Amen.

God bless!

~ Ashley

P.S. This is not a completed “project”. In fact, I added the last two paragraphs in writing this. The last one as I started writing the prayer and the second last one halfway through. It is just a collection of thoughts and thoughts are ever growing.