The Work of Time

March 8, 2007

Joel Akin

 Sanctuary comes from the dream of the heart. In the center of the heart there is wheat. I call it pulse and so did some of our ancestors. It was the pulse or beat. The wave of the wind upon the heads of grain. In that pulse was the beat of the heart and the beat of the wind and the beat of life.

 In life we have a common frame with which to build our life. We build upon a dream and the dream is the dream which holds us at the corners. If the corners fail then the frame fails. And the common theme then becomes a way of rebuilding the frame.

 Now in this there is a mystery called civilization. Our ancestors ate wheat but it was filled with stone and bug. It took time to grind and that was the daily grind. Perhaps better to leave the majority as seed just in case the daily grind ended for some members of the community.

 We as humans have created a frame and that frame holds us to the grind but it also gives us freedom to develop in other areas. And that freedom of thought is the benefit of the framework which holds us to the pulse. And if we take time we give moments to the pulse and it is the pulse of time.

 In our time we are given hope along with our work and that is to find time to develop outside the framework. That means to come up with ideas that no one else has. How? By developing ideas to go into homes that no one else has. That isn’t as easy as it seems. We live in a world that is filled with common denominators. They are the people who live on the edge of similar ideas as us. They work at things and hold onto things and build up things that give them inspiration. And inspiration is a development of the pulse of the heart.

 In a way when we grow we develop heads and heads are the grass and its grain. In the beginning perhaps all we see is the grass waving at us. Fit for cattle but not for us. We look for the head and the head has to develop fruit. And fruit is the development of the dream so that there is produced more then just a vanity of grass which is burned in the fire. Instead there is the mirror which reflects our dreams in the pulse of our daily grind.

In that vanity of reflection we see things but we do not learn. We quickly forget. Perhaps that is why we are meant to see our vanity in the hands of others. People who help take our dream and make it reflect the true vision of what is in our heart. But in so doing we have to share that vision and give it away.

 And in giving away the pulse we give away the wheat. We cast it not just upon the wind but upon the water. And in going upon the wave it is caught into the pulse of life and that pulse produces fruit. And that fruit then is the vanity of the head and the vanity of the reflection and the vanity of the dream. It is vain to others because it stands outside the framework of normalcy. But in the moment of reaching down upon the sand we find that the dreams we thought lost had been cast upon the wind and wave. And carried to a far port. And there a messenger read it and thought about it and returned it with the pulse of their heart.

 And that is the purpose of this dream. That I carried the dream to the father. And God carried it back to me. It was carried again upon the wind. And again God carried the dream to me. What men call vain I call pulse. And what is in the pulse is wheat and from the wheat is the daily bread of time with the father. For I cast my hope upon the water praying that God would get me out of the daily grind. And day by day by day I waited and worked faithfully at the vision He called me to. Knowing that upon the wind and upon the wave shall be returned a bottle or a jar with a message inside “Message received. Answer sent!”

And in that time of life I know that God will take me outside the framework and outside the daily grind to help us see that there is more to life. More to the dream. More to hope then ever meets the eyes of those stuck in the daily grind. Have hope. Keep the pulse going. God will give you a heart after His own if you but believe.

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