my life’s inheritance | From an Old Soul
I can’t help it! Abandoning George MacDonald is not a possibility. So today we’re embarking on his August sonnets. He’s still talking with his Lord, though from a slightly different perspective. As before, his conversations with God include striking images, personal struggle, moments of insight, and sometimes breathtaking turns of phrase.
By the end of July, MacDonald had moved out of his ragged, insubstantial tent of terror into the palm of God’s great hand. From this vantage point, he now looks out on God’s “endless holy feast.” So what does he see? That’s where August begins. My observations follow.
So shall abundant entrance me be given
Into the truth, my life’s inheritance.
Lo! as the sun shoots straight from out his tomb,
God-floated, casting round a lordly glance
Into the corners of his endless room,
So, through the rent which thou, O Christ, has riven,
I enter liberty’s divine expanse.
George MacDonald, Diary of an Old Soul
Augsburg Fortress 1994
MacDonald enters August with a magnificent view and a new beginning. He compares his entrance into “liberty’s divine expanse” with the rising of the sun, “God-floated.” Like the sun, he immediately takes possession of his grand and glorious inheritance: “Truth,” an expansive, “endless room.” His! No need to fight for it. All he needs to do is enter it. Inhabit it.
He describes the sun rising each day from its “tomb.” Rising from what sometimes looks like death. It bursts through a crack on the horizon, or from behind the peak of a mountain range, “lordly” in its magnificent presence.
In the same way, MacDonald enters his new world, thanks to the work of Christ who split open the universe to give us access to “liberty’s divine expanse.”
Like the sun, MacDonald isn’t bashful. He’s bold. He may not cast a “lordly glance” into all corners of his personal universe, but he feels the energy, heat and excitement of rising from seeming death into a world of abundance and endless possibilities.
Right now, just like Easter morning, it’s time to rejoice, stand up straight and take in the glory. That means not rushing into the corners of this new world, or descending too quickly from the mountain-top.
This is the work of God. I can’t be cynical or ‘worldly wise’ right now. It’s time to enter into “the truth, my life’s inheritance.” Bask in it. Rest a while.
For me, this is a wonderful Sabbath day invitation. Monday will come soon enough.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 16 January 2016
Photo found at vagabondish.com