Taking a break from our Christian Mystic journey. I feel led to share some words I wrote on a wood plaque I created in my wood shop. These words pertain to my vision of “Path of the White Feather”. The flip side also has words and contains a pure white feather. But today I share the black feather turning white, and leave the white feather for another time. Hope you enjoy.
“The White Feather”
I’m drinking black coffee while I dream of white things, my Bible open in my lap. “Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect.” What did Jesus mean?
A journey towards white, a journey towards light, a journey towards perfection. Your sins shall be whiter than snow? I drink black coffee and ponder white promises like a weather man predicting a winter storm…all shall be white?
Most of us see ourself as the feather above, on our way to the white feather one day. A promise of light made possible only in Christ. May we praise him forever!
The high places of a pure heart where the eagle soars and one walks with God? I drink my coffee and ponder these things, in the rising sun of day.
In Christ alone I stand…all other ground is sinking sand. “But the path of the just is as the shining light, that shineth more and more unto the ‘perfect’ day.” Wow…what a thought.
Signed: Grandpa White Feather.
This hangs in the Teepee. Perhaps this too is a little mystic?
I was there yesterday and God’s Presence was strong as I spent time with the crackling fire.
Path Without End 