The Realm is a vast country, and this patient, quiet understanding is only a place to stand, naked, terrified, seemingly alone. What I have in Christ is the simple, painful renunciation of the urges created by my brain, the ability to say no to desires and compulsions that will not just go away. I wish it was more. But that is all it’s been: a foothold in the storm of thought and feelings. A Thread in the Wilderness. A boat in the storm. A kernel. A single, hot, burning coal in the wind and rain.
