Standing in the defect of not being God, I am tempted to rage against injustice - To hurl insults or judgments into it, like a kid throwing snowballs into Hell. When I am tempted to rage against rage or to appear with the others throwing stones, words, bullets & bombs to protect, increase or secure my slice of the pie, I pause... & make the ascent inward & upward to God. In the midst of hunger & hurricanes, holocaust & horrors - I find in the curve & quiet corner of His Person - a peace - unaffected by the fray of this world. Unaltered by its paradox & changing paradigms. There in the curve - There in quiet interplay with The Eternal - In the passion of intercourse with Christ - I feel the pulsing impact of His heart against mine. All other sounds fade into the backdrop of this backslidden world - As I view the temporal from the eternal - The now from what will be - And the how from the heart of God imparted & impacting the soul of me. Then... I quiet myself - Knowing that whether I live or die - Whether I stand or fall in the chaos of contention, calamity, or calm - I find my security & sanity in the curve - In the sanctuary of this Person & His peace. Not in the safety of my flesh nor in the serenity of my surroundings, but in the surrender & safekeeping of my self to the savior of my soul. Trusting - In spite of terrorism & tragedy & changes to all my best laid plans - Trusting - Whether I come up in this world or come out of this world - Constrain me -in this curve - this palace - this peace - This power to stand spasmless in storms. Keep me - resting in the curve.