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23 August 2008

Best of Big Ear: The New World

The next couple of days I'm going to repost a couple of half prophetic... half poetic... half fact... half fiction... half dream... half real... pieces that I wrote while locked in a 24/7 Prayer Room.

The New World

The view from the plateau is both imposing and wondrous. It can feel as if you are peering over a rocky cliff into the New World like a child spying quietly from a hiding place. The Old World carries on obliviously behind you. It’s full of familiar sights, smells, and friends that you know intimately. They’ve been there for you, and you for them. It’s filled with tangible treasure. Some earned… some not. You know the Old World. It’s ins… and it’s outs. You know how that world will shout when it’s prodded and how far it can be pushed with cracking. Manipulation of the old world now comes easy. To some, it’s prime, fresh real estate to be conquered and subdued. But to your eyes, its sheen has faded into the grey mist.

Nothing is sure about the New World ahead. Its expanse is alarming. From my vantage point, only the gateway is visible to eye… and even that is a blur. But it’s vibrant! To even think about it, causes your entire being throb like a late-round fighter. It has the sensation of danger; but you know who goes before you. Over the mountains, you are assured of a warm refuge from whatever comes your way. Do you dare set your foot in virgin soil? Will support present itself when the territory is so foreign? Will others follow… and would it matter if they did? What will the Old World gossip be, when someone of your simple pedigree set's out on a path not yet carved?

It’s a task, a quest, a thrill ride, but holds in its hands an unwavering compass for the invisible map drawn for one. The New World is an ancient country full of lore and enticing mystery. It’s a land that has been inhabited by many; yet in my moment of decision, it’s a blank canvass screaming aloud for a design... that only my dreams can see.

What I once knew as home is no longer filled with music. The sounds life, the odor of freshly baked bread, and the prosperity that was once in abundance, left my four walls vacant… lamentably, long before I packed my own bag. There is nothing left for me there.

Today is declaration day. This new terrain deserves the forward motion that requires two feet. “Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord. He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored. He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on.” With boldness, subjection and righteous fear, I forge onward in the presence of King.

Dave Carrol
May 25th, 2006

1 comment:

Brian said...

Hey Dave, I like this a lot. Helen Keller once said something about security being merely a superstition in the hearts of men. The security of the old land isn't real and it can hold us back from our exploration of the new.

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