Primitive Christianity Revived, Again
I played alone for hours in the late evening under the illuminated carport, lost in the freedom of play, exploration and pure joy. Within this place, I could go anywhere I pleased with no worries, no fears and no limits to where my imagination could take me. As I leaned my scrawny six-year-old body against one of the posts holding up the roof of the carport, I looked out at the vastly beautiful deep black star-filled sky above the cornfield next door. As I got lost in the breathtaking swirls of vivid dancing stars, I felt as though only the sky and I existed and the notion of time had completely vanished. And then a sweet stillness came over my entire being. I began to sing improvisational hymns into the mystery of the great beyond as the peace of the Spirit warmly embraced my soul. I met my Creator face to face and in that moment, I fell in love with the limitless mystery of God. That bliss, that stillness and that peace I would seek and not find for another twenty years.
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