Unknowingly
Unknowingly Theology in the Trenches By Kathleen Kjolhaug We cannot unknow that which we now know. Seeing is believing they say, until we walk away from where we’ve stood—amidst the throngs. Standing alone in the quiet sheds light on the Truth of the matter. Did we hear? Did we see? Do we know? And if so, now what? That’s where I’m at. Sitting in the quiet of the early morning before the sun comes up on this Sunday—day of all days when we are invited to rest. To rest in Him in more ways than just physically is what we are invited into. The rest brings pause as it should after a week of much to do about who knows what, when, where, and why. We try, of course to take pause, but rest assured, it isn’t always that reassuring nor restful. My time clock has shifted ever so slightly. I have returned from a pilgrimage, where standing amidst the multitudes lifting prayers, praises, and hearts towards the heavenly came easy enough. The rhythm of the of early mornings opened hearts ...
