imagination

Imagination…
Is both a curse and a blessing.

Why curse? Because it is torture and anguish to think and feel things that do not exist in the ordinary, in the natural, but is a possibility that you can conceive beyond the physical.
When you can imagine the most delicate suffering and pain, or the horrors of the unknown yet perceived in your other senses. Of evil and the furthermost nether point imaginable on the scale that divides holiness from the unholy and the depths of the abyss where wretchedness, chaos and perdition reign kingless.

Why blessing? Because it is to soar beyond the mundane, to touch the heights of glory and taste strange wonders that are too marvellous to describe. Of beauty that takes your breath away and you wish that you did not have to breathe anymore on this damaged earth. To see the eternal life that will exist and exists even right now, although on a different plane that is hidden from others with lesser imaginations.

I am prone to hyperbole and the numinous. Forgive me if what I say makes little sense. In a sense you are safe, and in another sense, you are pitiable.

I used to envy those who went on their merry little ways everyday, doing their ordinary tasks with cheer and fortitude. Then I realised that my imagination allowed me a glimpse of the bliss that is to come, and I am thankful for revelation and favour. Because I know there is hope that surpasses all understanding, above all the brokenness that you and I can see in this world.

Despite the fear and turmoil that is stirred up by my imagination, the gruesome and pessimistic is but a foreshadowing of what will be even more terrible on the Day of Judgement: the eternal separation of all that is good from all that is not. And if this imagination that seizes with trembling and sheer terror causes me to run to the shelter of the only one who can save me, then it has done me the greatest good.

Many who cannot see the danger perish. Lured and deceived, they are secure on quicksand. If you believe that you do not need rescuing, then you can’t be rescued involuntarily.

My imagination is no fiction though many dismiss it as such. There may well be more truth in the immeasurable and the infinite than in the describable quantities that are limited to what is known and understood by mortals. I believe.
Faith is the substance of unseen things hoped for that are yet to come.

It is not merely ethereal, it will be more real than the things that we rely on our 5 senses to perceive right here right now, in my imagined future reality there and then. Can’t you imagine it? I pray that you will.

Do not walk by the false blinding light of this world any longer. Seek the true source and the love that paid the ultimate sacrifice for you. Jesus said, “Come, follow me.” Perfect love casts out all fear.
He has put eternity in the hearts of all people. Don’t be short-changed.
In my imagination, there exists no more doubt or argument, no ‘buts’, only amazed awe, “Amen!”.
My perfect God is so good. Thank you Jesus. I love you…because you first loved me.