The following post is unlike my other posts. I am attempting to put into words some of my experiences with Christ through prayer. I do not want people to think I am trying to be mysterious or some enigmatic mystic. I am a baby in the faith and could simply find no other way to adequately put my experiences into words.
Theosis: We commune with God through prayer
I do not breathe or pray alone,
I do not speak on my own.
But Christ dwells within me,
speaking the words in me,
singing praises through me.
I inhale, “Lord Jesus Christ,” recognizing that Jesus is life itself. Knowing that the beating of my heart is the rhythm of his love. All creation is held together in Him and by Him. All creation includes me. I am in my Savior and He is in me.
I exhale, “have mercy on me” knowing that one day I will exhale for the last time. My body will return to dust. “Have mercy on me” acknowledges this life is a gift from God. I hope that in my final breath, whenever that mysterious hour comes, I say, “have mercy on me.”
I do not ask for mercy because I am scared.
I ask for mercy because He loves me, and in some broken way, I love Him too.
The purpose of prayer is to be in communion with this Being of Life who dwells within me. I do not pray to God “out there,” but must remember to pray to God “in here.” When I breathe, it is Christ breathing. When I sing, it is Him singing. He lives within me, dwelling in the most intimate way possible.
Tears sometimes accompany these prayers. As with His grace and mercy, they are a gift too.
Through His tears, through His death, through His cross, joy has come to all of the world.
And through my tears, through my death to self, and by being crucified with my Savior, joy is coming into my world.
Theosis begins with prayer,
Theosis ends with prayer.