Abyssal

There is a moment that comes into every life, when a person discovers he has been standing at the knife's edge of the abyss. Blessed the man for whom prayer is sufficient, efficacious for the moment.

The best prayer is the one in that exact moment, where the heart earnestly appeals to God to love him and urgently seeks to be forgiven sins and to advance beyond retribution to reach out and touch His Face.

Once the storm has passed, peace returns, but one is not the same. All advances in spiritual life are after that moment when we have died in that moment.

People have wondered for as long as there have been human beings, what is death? We know it is a change, but that does terrify as much losing all control over our existance. There should be no fear in someone who has stood at the lip of the abyss and seen all the way across the abyss to Jesus, earnestly waving for us to cross over and stand at His side. 

Some have been and come back, but they are not the same; that person has been changed by God so that we prepared to transcend, having left discomfort behind.

Most of what we experience in life is of a nature we can do nothing about. The tiny point in abyss remains the moment of terror when we emerge in the light broad vistas of Jesus. Perhaps that is why those who have sought peace and solitude found them on a high mountainside, or a great sweeping ocean where the waves curl in ceaselessly.