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One Blood, One World…

…And other dreams

He [God] has made from one blood every nation of men to dwell on all the face of the earth, and has determined their pre-appointed times and the boundaries of their dwellings, so that they should seek the Lord…for in Him we live and move and have our being.

Acts 17.26-28

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Global community: is it a good thing or is it something to be avoided? Some on the planet are passionately nationalistic, resisting the unionization of nations under a common government which sells the promise of open borders and open trade with a unifying currency and communal privileges and benefits. Others on the planet are drawn to the concept of a global community and its dream of melting the iron barriers of ethnic and racial and political distinctions under what I described above. 

There is a song entitled, “Nella Fantasia” based on the unforgettable theme of “Gabriel’s Oboe” written by Ennio Morricone for the film “The Mission.” The lyrics set to this hauntingly beautiful melody speak of a dream of a fair world where everybody lives in peace and honesty. Sweet dreams…

I am not opposed to a global community living in shared and cooperative industry and commerce and care. I am opposed to man’s means of contriving it. Do not hear me saying that I believe our technological achievements to bring good things and mercies for humanity on this planet are evil. The way ambitious men use them is another matter. The extent to which they use them as tools to manipulate people and nations is evil. Fallen human history is strewn with the dead bodies and bitter legacies littering the planet in the wake of the big ideas of fallen human intentions to engineer what only God can accomplish perfectly in His way and in His timing…

Seriously. Does anybody remember the Tower of Babel? The outcome of that fallen  human enterprise was the result of egomaniacal human appetite to make a name and a kingdom for itself on this planet in direct opposition to God’s intention for man to make His Name and His Kingdom great upon the earth (Genesis 1.26-31)…

The apostle Paul tells the philosophers in Athens that God has made from one blood every nation to dwell on the face of the earth (Acts 17.26). Before we get all warm and fuzzy about this, let us remember that the common heredity we share on this planet is not only blood but also a radically fallen sin nature. Paul goes on to say that

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God has determined the times and boundaries of nations and dwellings of nations on this planet. God sovereignly scattered humankind at Babel lest every contrivance of their fallen imaginings bring another occasion for another judgment upon mankind (Genesis 6.5-14; 10.1-11.4)…

Then Paul explains the key to open borders on the planet even with boundaries between nations: “So that they should seek the Lord, in the hope that they might grope for Him and find Him, though He is not far from each one of us; for in Him we live and move and have our being…” (Acts 17.27-28).

Nations are most united in perfect unity when their God is the Lord who made their peoples for Himself and for His goodness and glory, the God whom Paul explains to the Athenian Epicureans and Stoics who worshipped everything but the God who redeems men out of their corrupted condition by One Blood–the blood of His Righteous One, Jesus the Christ: “whom He has ordained. He has given assurance of this to all by raising Him from the dead” (Acts 17.31).

SWEET DREAM? A genuine and true reality to come at the return of the Lord Jesus Christ…

Now I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away. Also there was no more sea. Then I, John, saw the holy city, New Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from heaven saying, ‘Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people. God Himself will be with them and be their God. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.’ Then He who sat on the throne said, ‘Behold, I make all things new.’ And He said to me, ‘Write, for these words are true and faithful’.”

Revelation 21.1-5

The Lord Jesus is the One who will make all wars to cease. The warfare against God ends in every heart which turns to Christ Jesus in full surrender to His sovereignty as the Victor by His blood over all that ends in corruption and decay and death. By contrast, in every heart which persists in rebellion, the warfare against God and humanity as He meant for it to be will be crushed under the weight of His revealed glory. God’s way of recreating the global community is to work in the hearts of nations, tribes and peoples everywhere on this planet. God works for the coming global renewal in hearts of human beings to end the power of sin and corruption: person by person, tribe by tribe, nation by nation; He draws them by His grace to awaken them to the truth that no one but the Lord Jesus Christ–the Second Adam–came in the flesh for all who believe in His blood–One Blood, the pure sacrificial blood atoning for sin once for all time. By faith in His lifeblood and resurrection and sovereign kingship, redemption and deliverance from a dead conscience is the outcome. The iron borders of a hardened heart and hostility toward the God of the entire cosmos are laid waste under the glory of His indwelling grace. The foolishness of the cross of the Lord Jesus Christ is the perfect wisdom for all who believe in Him. Faith in Christ Jesus vanquishes the darkened mind and understanding so that all who believe Him may know Him in truth instead of an illusion of man’s contrivance.

For false christs and false prophets will rise and show great signs and wonders to deceive, if possible, even the elect.”

Matthew 24.24

The fallen human mission to strategize and manipulate economies and populations for global community and sustainability of the planet and ecological preservation, as well intentioned as it may be, is too small; and it will fail and disappoint and bring global disillusionment. Without a world view which is quickened by the knowledge of God’s will for His created kingdom, the human mission is myopic and insipid. The God who created us for the uninterrupted experience of His glory and saw us rebel against Him has not cast away His heart’s desire. He is at work and His agenda is to draw people from every generation in every age out of every nation, every tribe and every language on this planet, to believe in the Lord Jesus Christ’s sovereign redemptive work; and through that gift of grace, He raises up for His glory multitudes who are new and incorruptible. And He prepares for His new community of redeemed mankind the new heavens and new earth for eternal peace and global community and perfect sustainability and ecological preservation. Under His righteous and glorious government, there are no iron barriers of the heart between people and no geographical borders and no incomprehensible tongues; and the second law of thermodynamics for all creation is cast into the lake of fire forever…

And he showed me a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding from the throne of God and of the Lamb. In the middle of its street, and on either side of the river, was the tree of life, which bore twelve fruits, each tree yielding its fruit every month. The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. And there shall be no more curse, but the throne of God and of the Lamb shall be in it, and His servants shall serve Him. They shall see His face, and His name shall be on their foreheads. There shall be no night there: They need no lamp nor light of the sun, for the Lord God gives them light. And they shall reign forever and ever. Then he said to me, ‘These words are faithful and true’.”

Revelation 22.1-6

Until the time of God’s fulfillment of His perfecting work, in an imperfect world, we must remember that we are but men and not gods. In our zeal for one world, in an imperfect world, we must not overstep what is reasonable to work for in cooperation between people and nations. God has been using and will continue to sovereignly use the secondary causes in this fallen world and on this fallen planet to work out His perfect, glorious mission. We who know His Name must trust Him, working and striving at respecting the distinctives among nations without exalting those distinctives above the truth of our shared humanity in all its imperfections and needs for God’s providential grace.

Until the time of God’s fulfillment of His perfecting work, in an imperfect world, we who know His name must trust Him and must allow for the sovereign “pre-appointed times and the boundaries of their dwellings” (Acts 17.26-27) ordained by the wisdom of God to protect us from ourselves. Sweet dream… “With men this is impossible; but with God all things are possible” (Matthew 19.26).


Lord my God, in You I put my trust…Oh, let the wickedness of the wicked come to an end, but establish the just; for the righteous God tests the hearts and minds. My defense is of God, Who saves the upright in heart…

Lord, our Lord, How excellent is Your name in all the earth, Who have set Your  glory above the heavens!

When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars, which You have ordained, what is man that You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You visit him? For You have made him a little lower than the angels, and You have crowned him with glory and honor. You have made him to have dominion over the works of Your hands; You have put all things under his feet, all sheep and oxen—even the beasts of the field, the birds of the air, and the fish of the sea that pass through the paths of the seas…

I will praise You, O Lord, with my whole heart; I will tell of all Your marvelous  works. I will be glad and rejoice in You; I will sing praise to Your name, O Most High…O enemy, destructions are finished forever! And you have destroyed cities; even their memory has perished. But the Lord shall endure forever; He has prepared His throne for judgment. He shall judge the world in righteousness, and He shall administer judgment for the peoples in uprightness. The Lord also will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble. And those who know Your name will put their trust in You; for You, Lord, have not forsaken those who seek You…

The Lord is known by the judgment He executes; the wicked is snared in the work of his own hands...The wicked shall be turned into hell, and all the nations that forget God. For the needy shall not always be forgotten; the expectation of the poor shall not perish forever. Arise, O Lord, do not let man prevail; let the nations be judged in Your sight. Put them in fear, O Lord, that the nations may know themselves to be but men. Selah

Psalms 7.1, 9-10; 8.1, 3-8; 9.1-2, 6-10, 16-20

“Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus!”

Revelation 22.20

I was young once…

Yorktown Rose2…and younger everyday

As I write this I am listening to music from my Spotify radio platform, taking me back to decades past when my love and I danced to the delight of Latin rhythms. Facebook has re-emerged in my life as a way to re-connect with friends and family enduring the long weeks of quarantine. With our church being forced to connect online via the benefits of ZOOM technology, I miss the sensory experience of “surround” love, the palpable presence of the Holy Spirit among us, and the exposure to the spectrum of inter-generational affection and interaction.

Ed and Pat at Springfield HiltonAmong the many interests I have pursued during this period of extended confinement with my love, I have found a few new FB “friends” on the planet who are young and beautiful and talented. Some of them have introduced me to their own exploration into what is enduring, and beautiful and excellent. I could be very jealous, allowing my mind to drift into bitterness at my own displacement from the rising generation in which these young virtuosos have distinguished themselves. Instead of dwelling on the loss, I am stirred to think about the decades ago when I and my love were what the world would call “young.”  In his advancing decline in his body, my aging brother-in-law’s heart craved the joy of socializing with us.  He called us “young blood.”

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Now, in this season of my life in a vessel which no longer meets the world’s criteria for youth, where can I find the consolation for a heart that still conceives of youth and beauty, that is thrilled by beauty and vibrancy of what my deceased brother-in-law often called “young blood?” In this season of my journey from glory to glory, my memory abandons me momentarily at times as I chase after a word which has dashed through my gray matter like a jackrabbit, only to disappear through a hole in

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my head. And the realities of the fall have devastated my fashion sensibilities. The second law of thermodynamics, from which no one can escape, has left me no choice but to decide whether I wish to walk on my own two feet in shoes which accommodate arthritic feet and high arches, or to wheel about in a chair, my feet adorned with the fashion to which my vanity and tastes still gravitate. So now I dance to Latin rhythms in my San Antonio Shoes and be glad for it…

Oh. My. God! (No blasphemy intended) All I can do is bow in wonder before God who is at the work of making all things new…

If I only knew then what I know now!  Then, in my much “lovelier youth” I lived in a dream detached from the reality of God’s power in a world broken and defiled by the rebellion of my ancient ancestors who exchanged their reality in the beauty of God’s presence and life for a dream of being the masters of their youth and beauty. Their dream of youth and beauty apart from God unleashed on the entire cosmos the nightmare of the second law of thermodynamics…

July 17 2018While I listen to the lilting rhythms and melodies of Latin music, I remember that in Christ, the second law of thermodynamics will have no hold on me. Ah, you say to me, “But your glory is fading.” I say to you what the Word of God says to those who trust Him alone for “dear life:”

according as it is written, I believed, and therefore have I spoken; we also believe, and therefore speak; 14 knowing that he which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise up us also by Jesus, and shall present us with you. 15 For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God. 16 For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day. 17 For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; 18 While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.”

2 Corinthians 4.13-18

While I walk in an aging vessel enlivened by the Spirit of God through faith in Christ Jesus, I no longer walk in a dying dream. In Christ Jesus, I am younger now more than I have ever been in my more lovelier years, because I am,  “with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, [being] changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord” (2 Corinthians 3.18).

I listen and I notice and I thank God for the beauty and excellence I find He is still cultivating in the “young blood” who still share with others, whether or not they know in their beautiful youth that their giftings are from God. I know; and I write for the glory of God to encourage readers to give glory to God for their youth, beauty and gifting…

Because…

We have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.”

2 Corinthians 4.7

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The Kingdom of Heaven in My Dusty Existence…

July 5, 2015: A Multitude of Thoughts…

Just thinking about what it’s like to be sitting here in this little condo in a little burb that is a big-city-wanna-be…this moment on this day in this year in this land on this earth…who I am…where I’ve come from…what I am becoming…part of God’s great plan, bound for a new home in Glory, on the other side of this veil…yet I am living out this great plan in humiliation unto dust…the days not so great…cannot see the greatness of anything but God in this place of exile…I see mercies—great mercies…but the greatness of how anything in my dusty existence is part of any plan of God’s escapes my vision…I must walk by faith and not by sight on this matter…

On this particular day in the plan, I wait for healing…healing for what next, I do not know…I have plenty of ideas about how to use the mercy of relief from this upper respiratory virus in the coming days…but for now, I wait for restoration of strength…in the meantime, I think about my companions whose names I know, whose lives I once shared in times past, whose footsteps on this side of the veil in their own dusty existence part of God’s plan have taken them away from nearness to my life to work out God’s great and good pleasure elsewhere…One travels across the seas to Israel, while waiting on God’s answers to our prayers for her healing from cancer…she knows what it is to live in the humiliation to the dust, walking by faith and not by sight…Great things God does with lives walking humbly before Him, yet what He sees is hidden from us while He works it out…Another continues to wait another day upon many days, months, years for answer to God’s prayer for deliverance of her children from the dangers of life with an abusive, perverted father and grandparents…Her life in this dusty existence, a life of exile from the revealed joys of her promised Home in Glory, is heart break, sorrow, yearning for her children to be saved from corruption and perversion of this world…every day the hours pass with the same demands of keeping what God has granted in order…faithfully stewarding His mercies in exile…walking humbly before Him, yet the greatness of His plan which He sees is hidden from us while He works it out in our dusty existence…While I write this from the resting place of my recliner with the blessings of wireless keyboard synced to my computer across the room, there are mothers and children half a world away in Africa, looking for a safe place to hide from the dangers of wicked, hateful men who seek their lives…these mothers and their children are companions in Christ, too…they must walk by faith and not by sight, trusting that their lives in their dusty existence in this exile are part of God’s great plan…their moments of their days unfold in constant dependence upon the mercies of God, the eyes of the LORD, being awake and aware of their needs in the humiliation to dust that characterizes their life…

If it were not for the sure and certain Presence of the Lord in all these things, and the Joy that always resides and abides in this life in exile, I would be depressed and despaired…but no…the recognition of this great paradox does not depress or discourage…it merely helps me understand and rest more at peace in the care and wisdom and sovereignty of the God who has ordained by His pleasure to make my dusty experience part of His great plan…He sees it all; that I see any of His greatness while I walk in this exile is great joy which triumphs over all humiliations; at last that is enough for me…

July 24, 2015: Meditating on Acts 18.23-21.14…

I am better now; the healing for which I have waited has come and is continuing. I dreamed this morning. What a wondrous dream I dreamed this morning as I lay still meditating on the journeys of my brother in Christ, the Apostle Paul. In all His journeys, humbly in the dust and grime and sorrows and dangers and brutalities of this fallen world, in his earthen vessel, he carried the Treasures of the Kingdom of God—treasures both new and old. Like me, he wrestled with his own reflexes to see anything particularly great about being weak, threatened by dangers, and being called to preach the Lord Jesus Christ. With all the sensory attacks waging war on his mind, he stood as a conqueror in his dusty, sea-soaked, battered existence by focusing on the greatness of the God Who showed Him the grace and mercy and majesty of the Lord Jesus Christ. Just like me, Paul fought the fight against vanity, pride, delusion and despair this side of the veil by walking by faith and not by sight. And in all that is recorded of Paul’s tireless labors, he kept telling the Truth of what is real treasure, real greatness, real glory. In his own dusty existence, Paul boldly declared the only Kingdom that is real to many who languished in poverty, sickness and oppression at the hands of rulers who were blinded by self-worship and greed and acts of violence. In his experiences in chains and dangers, as well as in comforts and hospitalities, Paul persevered to explain the Treasures of the Kingdom of God to many who thought treasure could be found in what they could taste, touch, see and feel—in base and unholy passions and pleasures taken to extremes in foul measures in their dusty existences. Paul declared and explained and argued and contended and lived and died because he knew Whom he believed. He knew the great wonder of being chosen by God to behold the Lord Jesus Christ. In all his dusty existence and educated experience, Paul was born once again as the Holy Spirit quickened his understanding to see Jesus in all the Word of God—treasures both new and old. And because Paul was faithful, I see Him, too. And I know Whom I have believed. I know Him in my dusty existence and understand anew how to use the mercy of the healing I enjoy: to declare repentance toward God and the forgiveness of sins through faith in the Lord Jesus Christ—to perpetuate His Spirit instead of my flesh—to increase His Name and His Kingdom in my dusty existence: because the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand…

One Man’s Dream, Another Man’s Nightmare…

Medusa WomanAfter a vividly disturbing morning dream, I awoke in a puzzled and troubled state. At first I wrestled with my initial reactions to it. Some people say it’s better to talk about nightmares, to try to understand what might be the stimulating factor in the hope that understanding will help ease any ill effects, and possibly alleviate any future occurrences. But my weaponry was at the ready, and I reached for it…


After a moment or two of prayer, calling on the Lord Jesus, the pervasive imagery faded and my thoughts began to be clear and steady. It occurred to me that many “creative” minds deal in dark and dread-dream-casting. There is a lucrative industry in peddling one’s nightmares, even projecting them on gigantic screens with all the techno magic available to induce over-stimulation of the adrenal responses of countless numbers of morbidly curious horror movie voyeurs… (Why do I need to pay precious pesos for two hours of someone else’s nightmare when I have my own vivid horror “movie” plots in my head? I could be making big bucks…)

I suppose that is one way to make something profitable out of a bad night’s sleep…

Throwing off the covers and swinging my feet over the side of the bed, I picked up my copy of “The Lord of the Rings” complete trilogy in one volume and my reading glasses, slid my mobile into my robe pocket, and shuffled off to the kitchen to heat the morning kettle. As I waited for the whistle, I opened the copy where my bookmark was set, and realized that I was embarking upon another literary nightmare for two dear hobbits trapped in the grisly grip of the Uruk-hai. Did I really need to read this after my own grisly dream…

Re-living Pippin and Merry’s nightmarish predicament and how it all unfolded and resolved, I was rewarded with these words:

As they walked they compared notes, talking lightly in hobbit-fashion of the things that had happened since their capture. No listener would have guessed from their words that they had suffered cruelly, and been in dire peril, going without hope towards torment and death; or that even now, as they knew well, they had little chance of ever finding friend or safety again. –The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, “The Uruk-Hai,” p. 458, 50th Anniversary One-Volume Edition, J.R.R. Tolkien, ©2004, Harper Collins, reprinted by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing, New York, NY, USA

There I stopped and remembered the nightmarish predicament of two other dear “halflings”–blessed “halflings,” sanctified by the grace of God in the service the Gospel of the Messiah Jesus:

And they brought them [Paul and Silas] to the magistrates, and said, “These men, being Jews, exceedingly trouble our city; and they teach customs which are not lawful for us, being Romans, to receive or observe.” Then the multitude rose up together against them; and the magistrates tore off their clothes and commanded them to be beaten with rods. And when they had laid many stripes on them, they threw them into prison, commanding the jailer to keep them securely. Having received such a charge, he put them into the inner prison and fastened their feet in the stock. But at midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the prisoners were listening to them. –Acts 16.20-25

Chained to a filthy, stinking, dark dungeon wall, they sang. “No listener would have guessed from their words that they had suffered cruelly, and been in dire peril…”006-paul-silas-prison


I will allow you, if the Holy Spirit so wins the battle for your inclinations, to pick up and read the remainder of that true event in our history on this earth. It is recorded in the book of Acts, Chapter 16, in the Bible, New Testament. No fairy tale there; but a living and true dream unfolding in the grisly grip of a nightmare of sin and corruption…

Dare you spend some time in this truth tale? Will you face the true horror? Or is your appetite for horror only inclined to techno tales and the projected images of some man’s nightmares peddled by him and his companions in a greedy grasp for power over your mind while he picks your pocket?

And my fellow travelers in Messiah Jesus, to you, I bid you compare notes with each other at every opportunity, talking of the things that have happened since Messiah captivated your heart with His love and grace and mercies, calling you into His blessed service in the midst of this true dream unfolding in the grisly grip of a nightmare of sin and corruption…

…the days are evil…be filled with the Spirit, speaking to one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord… –Ephesians 5.16b,18-19

Dreams of Middle Earth: What might have been…

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You get to spend a day inside your favorite movie. Tell us which one it is — and what happens to you while you’re there.

I woke early at the sound of the morning bell; the days are beautiful and fair in Rivendell. Here, except for the wisdom of the ages shared with us in the stories of Arda and Middle-earth, one would think—unwisely so—that the whole world is as fair and beautiful as life is here in Rivendell…

I am Thenidiel daughter of Voronwé and Idhrenniel. I am Elven, and today in Rivendell a council is convening within the hour. My father and my mother will attend as witnesses to the discussions and decisions. My father Voronwé has thought it wise that I should listen and observe, for this council will be like no other ever called by my elders. This will be a very grave and secret council—a council which will decide a mission and consider its emissaries. Their charge will be to destroy something of immeasurable and terrible power over every living soul in Middle-earth…

Of my Elven race officiating and deliberating at the council were Elrond, Erestor and Glorfindel, wise staff of Elrond’s house; Legolas, son of King Thranduil of Mirkwood, and Galdor messenger of Cirdan. The envoys among men were two: Boromir son of Denethor, steward of Gondor, and Aragorn known to men and Halflings as Strider of the Rangers. Of the Dwarves present were Gloin, seeking the whereabouts of his brother Balin who had been in the mines of Moria; and Gimli, warrior son of Gloin. Gandalf the wise of the Maiar informed all present of the danger to Middle-earth in Saruman’s treachery. Ambassadors of the Halflings of The Shire were Bilbo Baggins and his adopted nephew Frodo Baggins. I saw another there, crouching in the shadows, observing all that was undertaken in the council. My soul learned immediately that his heart was burdened for the welfare of another. I followed his gaze and saw that, from his shadowy corner, it was fixed on the Halfling with shining eyes, dark of hair and fair of countenance. As my own gaze rested upon him, Master Frodo Baggins, I was immediately drawn to him; for he carries a burden so great I can feel it in my own being. He looked up for a moment, seeming to know that the eyes and the heart of someone were watching vigilantly, standing guard for him. When he noticed me standing quietly watching all the renowned guests being welcomed by Elrond and his court, I saw into the depths of his soul and all his longings. His eyes did not drift away from my gaze; we were locked in an ethereal embrace for what seemed an eternity. I saw his heart and shared mine with him for that one moment, both of us sealing a covenant to meet again before the company was dispatched to the duties ordained by the council…

 I listened and watched the story unfold before me, although it seemed as if I had already known it from long ago. I felt the weight of the fear of the power of this object should it be used in the hands of the adversaries of Eru Iluvatar. That was the ancient rebellion of ages past, mocking Iluvatar’s beauty and the lyrical music of His Ainur. One must go and destroy the power of the adversary Morgoth and his vassal Sauron. That one must bear the terrible burden of the Ring to the rim of hell, the Mount of Doom; there he must part with the terrible thing with all its temptations to be subject to its power, and resisting all, must cast it into the fires of Mount Doom to be consumed by the very fires and darkness from which it was created. Other valiant Men and Elves of ages past were entrusted with this task and were eaten alive by the lure of the powers they thought they would possess in the keeping of this fragment of hate and blasphemy against Eru Iluvatar. In one age, after the ring was long forgotten, a Halfling, Deagol by name, who loved to fish in the rivers of the Shire, captured it by accident on the end of his fishing line. His friend Smeagol was jealous for the shiny trinket, and in his jealousy murdered Deagol, hid his body, and doted upon the precious thing, discovering its powers to make him seem superior to all around him. It ate him alive, driving him into the depths of the earth to shelter it and guard it from being taken from him, only earning for himself the name of Gollum; for Smeagol had become a gulping, grasping creature doomed to a deviant and tortured life of wicked treachery, always fighting down the once noble thread from which he was originally woven. Master Bilbo Baggins had seized the thing from Gollum’s grasp in his encounter with him in the caves on the way to Erebor. Bilbo’s part in that mission was to help the Dwarves regain their rightful home and treasures taken from them by the dragon Smaug when he destroyed Laketown and captured Erebor for his own malevolent residence.

Hours passed as I waited to see how the council would rule. Finally, all agreed that one must go, but the question remained, “Who will go?” When the midday bell rang for the meal, the fair one with raven hair and shining eyes spoke, saying, “I will go.” It was then I knew he must have a helper, someone who would give him hope and courage to live when all the evil of Mordor stalked him to prevent his chosen task. How would I persuade my father to give my hand to Frodo in marriage when he appeared to be a mere Halfling and beneath the Elven race? I have lived long in Rivendell in this world of Middle-earth, but never have I seen one which so captivates my own soul. He appears young and yet has a bearing as old as Rivendell itself. I knew before the council did that his companion in the shadows would go with him to bear Frodo up when his body weakens from the weight of the burden and the assaults contrived against him by the emissaries of Sauron. But he would need the songs of truth and faith to resonate in his mind and heart—songs my soul entwined with his would sing to him across the distances on the cold stoney mountain passages, in the deep tangles of the woods, across the open plains under the predatory gaze of the eye of Sauron and his minions. He must have a home for his soul where it may rest and draw him back from the contest which will restore peace to the world of Middle earth. I want to be that home for his soul; it is to this hour I was born. I was to learn very soon how inseparable two souls can make a mark on the events in the world…

 At the afternoon meal, he came to talk with me, the one whose soul now was entwined with mine. We needed no long words, for every bit of our lives seemed knowable to one another without them. He knew my own desire and shared it, but with hesitation to bind me to the mortal life and then to wait while he fulfilled the duty he had vowed. As I gazed steadily and passionately into his shining eyes, I told him that the matter of my mortality is mine to decide, knowing completely its blessings and its consequences. I explained to him in earnest that for me waiting would not be as it would be for a Halfling wife. I would tell this to my father and my mother. I would tell them that my heart and my soul would always be following him, knowing things of his trials which only an Elven wife could know. I would persuade them that my songs of healing would come to Frodo in times of his deepest trouble, and still my own life would be safe from the eye of Sauron. These would be dreams no palantir, no seeing stone, could invade or snatch away from us…these would be silver threads of truth and faith and undying love, keeping Frodo’s heart safe from deception and despair…and he, with Samwise, would prevail; he would come home…we would face life in Middle-earth inseparably. We would give our dear ones another generation of offspring who know truth and honor and love. I would persuade my mother and my father to neither deny us this purpose nor deny themselves the joy of its fulfillment…

 As quickly as our meeting began it was over. Frodo’s heart was full of longing, and he vowed another vow. He took my hand in his and in his steady, shining eyes I saw the burden which he carried lift. His countenance shown as brightly and lovely as any Elven son. Almost breathlessly, and full of tenderness, he whispered that he would take me as his wife if I persuaded my mother and my father of the blessing our union would bring…

 We looked up and saw the thoughtful Gandalf sitting across the courtyard from us; Samwise was nearby, having been exposed as a secret observer to the council, driven by his friendship with Frodo to learn of the matters which would touch his friend’s life. Both were watching with a mixture of curiosity and some wonderment. My own mission had now begun; at the recess of this council, I would be seeking a council with my elders, a Maiar and a Halfling to cast the vision shared by Frodo, the valiant Halfling and an Elven daughter of wisdom and healing…

…An excursion into “The Fellowship of The Ring”

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