WHERE THE SOUL FLIES

There are wings unto the spirit that one will never see. We do look for them. In the praises and worship tumult of Sunday services. “Fly, fly, darn it, rise above the goo of cares!”

I’ve said that to myself at times. But reality has a form of gravity that often trims those wings no matter how hard I flap my muscles of desire.

Then there are the wings of Christian service. Surely those ought to be able to carry us permanently beyond the muck and mire of daily life? I’m speaking of just an abiding chance to soar upon a blessed tailwind to the greater heights of spirituality. (I can almost feel the yawns coming to my own lips as I write that one.)

Well if there are wings to that option, I personal never had any that lasted permanently. I still had moments of tailspins and crashing and burning. And praying didn’t even earn me a parachute! But at least I did find that I could bounce in terms of having God pick me up off the ground once I smash into it face first. (Perhaps next time I should consider seeing if I can pray for flying lessons the next time I luck out and find a pair of those spiritual wings that actually fit without a need to lie about it!)

I have maybe taken this idea to an extreme with a certain twinge of satire. And that is in part because I feel an extra sadness when I see the panoply of directions that often encumber our energy to discover the answer of “where the soul flies?”

Ultimately flight is God’s sovereignty. Which is why if we are to find that flight intended for us it must be by letting him provide the wind and wings.

It can’t be conjured by some scriptural formula. Some try and it doesn’t work. And neither can one control where one flies. While we might prefer to only fly over a lush landscape there are times we will only see desert.

And there are times when we are not intended to fly, but walk. Those can be very humble and difficult moments if we choose not to let God’s spirit help us understand the moment for the lesson we need to know.

The plain fact is that it is okay to not always fly. It is okay to accept that there is a whole lot of following some boring and dull path that others tread before us. I’m not sure where the idea came that it is a sin or wrong to feel bored. The real sin resides in lying about it.

But that reality only makes the moment when we are lifted up even more precious. They become more endearing and special when they are rare.

So smile and keep the pace as God leads. Remember the moments when that special joy came and you knew more that the reality of having sore feet from walking on a difficult path. Then rejoice in knowing like all things this is yet another destination one will reach in faith rather than a permanent path of life.