Our passions, our lesser aspirations, leaden our personal portrait of God. Our totem stays stuck as a fence post in our self-hallowed ground. It can’t break our tribal gravity and ascend the holy mountain. We waste our strength fighting in the foothills not climbing together to ascend to the source and feel the Spirit at gale force. God’s passion, the unity of humanity, is impossible without our ascension through an air-we-all-share humility. Each no longer an individual but in the One a member of the All.
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