Chapter 11 wading

New World Vision Open your eyes and see it's true new world spanning terrifying blue wave davidWilkes (Annotation: David Wilcox (1958︱), American folk singer, songwriter.) In the studio, Jesus has just sanded the last corner of a box that looks like a coffin on a table.He runs his fingers over the smooth edge, nods in satisfaction, and sets the sandpaper down.As he went out to pat the powder off his jeans and shirt, McCann came along. Hey McCann!I just put the finishing touches on the finished product that I need tomorrow.Would you like to go for a walk? McCann thought of the time they had spent together under the stars last night.If you're going, I'd be happy to accompany you.he replied.Why do you all keep talking about tomorrow?

That's your big day, one of the reasons you're here.let's go.There is a special place on the other side of the lake, I want to show you, the scenery there is indescribable.You can even see other higher peaks from there. sounds good!McCann responded enthusiastically. Looks like you brought our lunch so we can go. McCann wondered which side of the lake there might be a trail, but Jesus didn't turn either way, but walked straight to the dock.It was a sunny day, and the sun was warm against the skin but not hot.The fresh and fragrant breeze caressed their faces gently and tenderly.

Then McCann thought they were going to take one of the canoes that were leaning against the piers of the dock, and he was thrilled to see Jesus walk past the third (and final) canoe without hesitation and head straight for the end of the pier. surprise.At the end of the dock, Jesus turned to McCann and grinned. you first.Jesus imitated the fancy bowing posture and said. McCann said right away: You're joking, aren't you?I thought we were going for a walk, not a swim. We are going for a walk.I just thought it would save time to go across the lake than to go around the lake. I'm not a good swimmer, and besides, the water looks like it's going to be fucking cold.McCann complained.He suddenly realized that he had said something wrong, and blushed unconsciously.Uh, I mean very, very cold.He looks up at Jesus, still with a strangely stiff expression on his face, but Jesus actually seems amused by McCann's uneasiness.

Come on, Jesus with your arms folded, we both know you're a top swimmer, and if I remember correctly, you've been a lifeguard.And the water was cold and deep.But I don't mean to swim, I want to walk with you. McCann finally let what Jesus was proposing come to consciousness: He meant walking across the water.Anticipating his hesitation, Jesus declared: Come, Macon.If Peter could (Annotation: Mentioned in Chapter Fourteen of the New Testament "Matthew" Gospel of Matthew, Jesus demonstrated the ability to walk on water in front of his disciple Peter. With the encouragement of Jesus, Peter also succeeded in walking on water .)

McCann laughed, mostly out of nervousness.He asked again to make sure: You told me to walk across the water to the other side, didn't you? You're quick to respond, McCann.Nothing escapes you, that's for sure.Come on, it's fun.he laughed. McCann walked to the edge of the dock and looked down.The lapping of the lake was only a foot from where he stood, but it could have been a hundred feet.That distance seemed unfathomable.Diving might be easier, he's done it a thousand times, but how do you get off the dock and onto the water?Do you want to jump like stepping on concrete, or step over the edge like getting off a boat?He looked back at Jesus, who was still giggling.

Peter had the same question: how to get out of the boat?It's like stepping down a foot-high ladder, nothing special. Will my feet get wet?McCann asked. Of course it will, the water is still wet. McCann looked down at the water again, then turned back to Jesus.So why is it so hard for me? Tell me what are you afraid of, McCann? Well, let me think about it.What am I afraid of?McCann began.Well I'm afraid I'll look like an idiot.I'm afraid you're playing tricks on me and I'll sink like a rock.i imagine Exactly, Jesus cut him off.you imagine.Such a powerful force, imagination!That power alone makes you so like us.But without intelligence, imagination is a cruel taskmaster.Allow me to prove my point, do you think human beings are designed to live in the present, the past, or the future?

Well, McCann spoke hesitantly.I think the most obvious answer is that we are designed to live in the present.Is this wrong? Jesus chuckled softly.Take it easy, McCann.This is not an exam, just a conversation.By the way, you are absolutely right.So tell me now, in your heart, in your imagination, do you spend the most time in the present, the past, or the future? McCann thought for a moment before answering.I guess I have to admit that I spend very little time in the present.I spend a lot of time myself in the past, but most of the rest of the time I try to figure out the future. Much like most people.When I live with you, I live with you now I live in the present, not the past.Although looking back on the past can make people recall and learn many things, the past can only be visited, not lingered.Of course, I don't live in the future you want to see or imagine either.Do you find, McCann, that your visions of the future are almost always dominated by some sort of fear, and that there is rarely, if ever, an image of me in the future with you?

McCann paused again to think.This is a fact.He spends a lot of time worrying about the future, which in his imagination is usually bleak, if not scary.Jesus was also right about his vision of the future, God was always absent. Why am I like that?McCann asked. You are trying in desperation to master what is beyond your control.You cannot have power over the future, because the future is not even real and never will be.You try to play God, imagining the evil you fear becoming reality, and then you try, plan, imagine contingencies, trying to avoid what you fear. That's right, that's basically what Sha Ruiyu said.McCann replied.Why is there so much fear in my life?

Because you don't believe it.You don't know we love you.Those who live by fear will not find freedom in My Love.I'm not talking about rational fear of legitimate danger, I'm talking about imaginary fear, especially the projection of that fear into the future.By the time those fears take hold in your life, you won't believe I'm good, and you won't know deep down that I love you.You can sing, you can speak, but you don't know. McCann looked down at the water again, inhaling a sigh of soul.I still have a long way to go. From what I can see, it's only about a foot, Jesus laughed, putting his hand on McCann's shoulder.That's all he needs.McCann stepped out of the dock, trying to see the water as solid ground, unintimidated by its movement, looking up at the opposite shore, holding his lunch bag up just in case.

Stepping onto the water felt lighter than he'd imagined.His shoes were wet immediately, but the water didn't even rise above his ankles.The water was still flowing around and he nearly lost his balance.It feels weird.Looking down, the feet seemed to be standing on something invisible and solid.He turned to find Jesus standing beside him, smiling at him with his shoes and socks in one hand.Before we do this kind of thing, we always take off our shoes and socks.Jesus laughed. McCann shook his head and laughed, sitting back on the edge of the dock.I think I will do the same.He took off his shoes and socks, wrung out his socks, and rolled up his trousers to make sure they wouldn't get wet.

Shoes and socks and lunch bags in hand, they set off towards the other side of the lake, about half a mile away.The lake water feels cool and fresh, sending bursts of cold air down the spine.Walking on water with Jesus seemed the most natural way to cross a lake.Just thinking of himself doing such a thing made McCann smile.From time to time he would look down to see if he could see a gray trout. You know, it's just absurdly impossible.He finally yelled. certainly.Jesus agreed, grinning at him too. They soon reached the other side, and McCann could hear the rapids growing louder, but could not see the source.He stopped twenty yards from the shore.To their left, McCann could see behind a towering rocky mountain range, a beautiful waterfall cascading down the edge of a cliff, leaping at least a hundred feet, into a pool at the bottom of the canyon, and becoming a river ever since. The big stream, perhaps emptied into the lake out of McCann's view.Between them and the waterfall was a vast alpine field bursting with wildflowers from seeds scattered by the wind.The view was so beautiful that McCann stood for a moment, admiring the view.The image of Missy flashed in his mind, but he didn't settle down. Ahead awaits the pebbly lakeshore, and in the background a lush, dense forest rises from the foot of a mountain topped with a blanket of freshly fallen snow.Not far to the left, at the end of a small clearing, just on the other side of a babbling brook, there was a path that quickly disappeared into the shade of the trees.McCann stepped out of the water, onto the pebbles, and walked cautiously towards a fallen log.He sat down on the log, wrung out his socks again, and left them with his shoes to dry in the mid-day sun. Only then did he look up at the lake.The beauty was dizzying.He made out the cottage, against the green of the orchard and the forest, with the smoke rising from the red brick chimney.But what makes all this trivial is the vast expanse of mountains hovering above and behind, like sentinels standing guard.McCann just sat and stared into this visual symphony, with Jesus right next to him. You are doing a great job!McCann said softly. Thank you, McCann.You have seen so little.At present, most of the existing scenes in the universe can only be seen and appreciated by me, like a special canvas behind an artist's studio, but one day, if there is no war on the earth, and no longer just desperately struggling to survive, can you imagine this scenario? ? What exactly are you referring to? Our earth is like a child without parents, no one to lead and guide in the growth process.As Jesus spoke, his voice became agitated with suppressed anger.Some tried to help the child, but most just tried to use her.Entrusted with ruling the world with love, human beings prey on her without thinking and thinking only of their own immediate needs.These people also pay little attention to their children, who will inherit the consequences of their lack of love.So they used the earth, abused her with little thought, and when she shook and raged, they were offended and raised their fists at God in rage. Are you an ecologist?McCann said there was an accusation in his words. This blue-green ball in the black space, even though it is full of beauty at the moment, is still haggard, masochistic and cute. (Annotation: This passage is taken from the song "Planet of the Clowns" by Bruce Kirkburn.) i know that song.You must have cared deeply about this creation.McCann smiled. Well, this blue-green ball in black space is mine.Jesus stated with emphasis. Moments later, they unpack their lunch bags together.Pop packed sandwiches and snacks in the bag, and they both had a blast. McCann chewed something he liked, but couldn't tell whether it was meat or vegetables.He thought it would be better not to ask. So why don't you fix it?McCann asked, chewing on a sandwich.I mean, Earth. Because we gave it to you. Can't you take it back? Of course we could, but then the story would end before it was complete. McCann looked at Jesus blankly. Have you ever noticed that even though you call Me Lord and King, I never really manifest that identity in you?I never controlled your choices, or forced you to do anything, even if it was something that would destroy or hurt yourself and others. McCann turned to stare at the lake before replying.I'd also rather you be in control sometimes.That would save me and the people I care about a lot of pain. Imposing my will on you, Jesus replied, is just not an act of love.Genuine relationships are demonstrated by obedience, even when your choices are unhelpful or unhealthy. That's the beauty you see in my relationship with Abba and Sha Ruiyu.We do submit to one another, we always have, and we always will.Dad submits to me just like I submit to him, or Sha Ruiyu submits to me, or Dad submits to her.Submission is not about authority, nor is it obedience, it is all about a relationship of love and respect.In fact, we obey you in the same way. McCann was surprised.how come?Why would the God of the universe want to obey me? Because we want you to join our circle of relationships.I don't want slaves to do my will, I want brothers and sisters who are willing to share their lives with me. I think that's how you want us to love each other?I mean between husband and wife and between parents and children.I guess any relationship is the same. That's right!Submission is the most natural expression of my personality and essence when I am your life, and it will be the most natural expression of your new nature in relationship. And all I want is a God who can fix everything so no one gets hurt.McCann suddenly realized, shook his head and said.But I'm not very good at things like relationships, unlike Cortana. Jesus eats the last bite of his sandwich, closes his lunch bag, and places it on a nearby log.He wiped off a few crumbs left on his mustache, then grabbed a nearby stick and started scribbling in the sand, continuing: That's because you're like most men, looking for what you think is in your achievements. Satisfaction, and Xiaona is like most women, looking for satisfaction in relationships.That was a more natural language for her.Jesus paused to watch an osprey dive less than fifty feet from them into the lake and take off slowly again, with a gray trout still struggling to get free in its claws. Does that mean I'm not saved?I really want to have the realm you three share, but I don't know how to do it. There are many obstacles in your path now, McCann, but you don't have to go on living like this. I know it's more real now that Missy is gone, but it's not easy for me at all. You're not just dealing with Missy being murdered, there's a bigger twist that's going to make it hard for you to share your life with us.This world is broken because you left your relationship with us in Eden and claimed your own independence.Most men express their independence and find their identity, worth, and security by turning to the work at hand and the sweat on their brow.You are trying to determine your own destiny by choosing to declare what is good and evil.It is this turning that causes so much pain. Jesus stood up on the stick, paused for McCann to take his last bite, and stood up to join him.They started walking along the shore of the lake together.But not only that.A woman's desire is in fact her turning.The woman's turn is not toward the work at hand, but toward the man.And his response was to dominate her, run her, be the ruler.Before this choice, a woman could find her identity, her security, her knowledge of good and evil only in me, just as a man could. No wonder I feel so useless with Cortana.I can't seem to be the kind of character she wants. That is not what you were created for.And in trying, you're just playing God. McCann bent down, picked up a flat stone, and swung it toward the lake.Is there any way to break away? It's easy, but it's never easy for you.By turning around again.Return to me by turning.Simply come back to Me by letting go of your own ways of power and manipulation.Jesus sounds like a pleading.Generally speaking, what women find difficult is turning away from the man, not asking him to meet her needs, provide security, protect her identity, and return to me.Men generally find it difficult to turn away from the job at hand, seek their own power, security and importance, and return to me. I've always wondered why men are in charge, McCann muses.Men seem to be the cause of so much pain in the world.They're responsible for most of the crime, a lot of the bad things are done against women and, he paused, kid. Women, Jesus continued, also pick up a stone for naught, turning away from us to another relationship, while men turn to themselves and the land.The world would be calmer and gentler in many ways if women ruled, and there would be more children spared from being sacrificed to the gods of greed and power. Then they will be more competent to play that role. Competent, maybe, but still not enough.Power in the hands of independent humans, both male and female, corrupts.McCann, don't you see that role-playing is the very opposite of relationship?We want men and women to be corresponding objects, equal to each other face to face, each unique and different, gender distinct but complementary, each specially authorized by Sha Ruiyu, because she is the real source of strength and authority.Remember, I'm not talking about performance, fitting into artificially created structures, I'm talking about being.As you grow in your relationship with Me, what you do will simply reflect who you are. But you appear in human form.Doesn't that make sense? Yes, but not in the sense that many people think.I came in human form to complete the wonderful picture we created you.We hide women from men from day one so that when the time is right, we can remove her from him.We did not create men to live alone; women had a purpose in their existence from the beginning.Taking the woman out of the man, in a sense, the man begets the woman.We create a circle of relationships, like our own, but for humans.Women came from men, and now all men, including me, are born of women, and everything is born and originated from God. Oh, I see.McCann interrupted, but stopped midway through.If women were created first, there would be no circle of relationships, and it would be impossible to have a completely face-to-face and equal relationship between men and women, right? Exactly, McCann.Jesus looked at him and grinned.Our desire is to create beings with perfect equal and powerful counterparts, male and female.But your independence, and the quest for power and fulfillment that comes with it, actually destroys what your heart desires. Here we go again, said McCann, looking among the rocks for the flattest-shaped stone.It keeps coming back to power, and power is so antithetical to your relationship with the other two.I would love to experience that relationship with you and Cortana. That's why we're here. I wish she was here too. Oh, it would have been possible.Jesus said thoughtfully.McCann did not understand the meaning of this sentence. They were silent for a few minutes, save for the sound of stones being thrown and their bouncing on the water. Jesus stopped when he was about to throw a stone.Before you go, McCann, there is one last thing I want you to remember about this conversation. He throws stones.McCann looked up in surprise.before i go Jesus ignored his question.McCann, obedience, like love, is not something you can do, especially in your own strength.Take MY LIFE out of your heart and you can't obey Cortana, or your kids, or anyone in your life, including Dad. You mean, McCann interrupted with some sarcasm, I can't just ask what would Jesus do? Friendship, started a movement to bring the guidance of Jesus into the various choices in life, and then became the way many people put faith in their lives.)? Jesus chuckled softly: Good intentions, bad ideas.If you choose to go that way, let me know how it works out for you.He paused, becoming more serious.Seriously, my life is not meant to be a model to follow.Being my disciple is not trying to be like Jesus, but dying on behalf of your independence.It's up to me to give you life, real life, my life.We will live our lives inside of you so that you can start seeing with our eyes, hearing with our ears, touching with our hands, and thinking like us.However, we will never force that oneness on you.If you want to do your own thing, go ahead and do it.Time is on our side. This must be the daily death Sha Ruiyu mentioned earlier.McCann nodded. Speaking of time, Jesus said, turning and pointing to the path leading to the forest at the end of the clearing, you still have an appointment.Follow the path until it ends.I will wait for you here. Despite McCann's reluctance, he knew it was useless to try to continue the conversation.After thinking quietly, he put on his socks and shoes. Although they were not completely dry, they would not be too uncomfortable to wear.He stood up, said no more, and creaked towards the end of the lake.He paused to look at the waterfall one more time, jumped over the creek, and followed a well-maintained and clearly visible path into the woods.