Simply Gold
- heartsinger1
- Jul 3, 2020
- 2 min read
"Fire must melt and dissolve dross so that it can rid the gold of every alien particle." Guyon
Fire is a purifier. It's been used for centuries to separate gold from dirt. The earthy chunks, or slurry of flakes, are put in the crucible. Heat is applied. The metal melts. The dross rises to the top. It's skimmed off. The forger inspects the metal. If pure, the fire is extinguished, if not, the fire is increased and the process repeated. The fire is reapplied, and the dross removed, until only gold remains. Then it is declared pure.
But what is purity if not simplicity? What was once gold mixed with dirt is now simply gold.
One thing. Unmixed. Simple.
My spirit is pure. It is unmixed. It is gold. The source of my spirit life? God.
My flesh is earth. It is neither pure or impure. It just is.
My soul is the battleground.
Does it choose pure, simple devotion to God? Or does it fill itself with self?
Does it employ the body's limbs to walk the broken road with another, giving them strength? Or does it fullfill only its selfish desires for pleasure?
Once more, the spirit is willing, the flesh is weak. The flesh does what the soul desires. And the soul can be either under the spirit's will or the base nature of self.
I choose. Everyday, every minute, every second, I choose.
It's like a rock, paper, scissors game.
Rock is flesh. Strong and useable but easily covered by the paper.
The soul is paper. It can be written on, painted on, used to communicate wisdom, or curse. Used to send commands or promises. Is it a love letter or a poison pen? Life changing yet subject to tearing.
The spirit are scissors. They have the power to cut up the paper, to annihilate the wrong message but yet the flesh, covered by tainted paper, can crush them.
I have been caught in this never ending game. What wins today?
Rock, paper, scissors. Rock, paper, scissors. Rock, paper, scissors.
So I welcome the purifying fire of God. I submit my soul to the fire of His Wisdom. I desire to be simplified, to be unmixed. I long for my soul to reflect my spirit; simply gold.
Only then the rocky flesh I live in is capable of bringing value wherever it goes. And, like the law of attraction, when I walk with the broken I won't see the dirt. I'll find the gold.
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