The Spirit of wisdom is upon me,
For the Lord has anointed me
With all kinds of wisdom and knowledge—
In their noblest expressions,
In the Fine Arts Academy of the Kingdom of Heaven.
Each day, He awakens my spiritual senses as a disciple
So I may listen with ears laid upon His chest,
His heart beating within me in the same symphonic rhythm
As the gallop of His Return.

At daybreak,
He arms me to the teeth with the northern light
Of His infinitely manifold Wisdom,
And clothes me with His mercies, ever renewable.
He teaches me all things in spirit and in truth,
And causes the Torch of His Inspiration
To shine in my heart—
A torch without change or shadow of turning—
So that, like a mirror to the Son of Man,
It may reflect the Excellent and Perfect gifts
Of the Father of Lights upon the Face of Christ, the Light of the world,
To set all creation free and quench its groaning.

The invisible perfections
Of the extraordinary relief of His Word,
Coupled with the Expressive Force of the eternal Power of His Spirit,
Shine with immortal beauty upon the glittering blade of my tongue
And the open Cannon of my mouth;
So that I may become the mouth of the mute,
The pain-bearer for wounded souls,
The mouth-to-mouth breath for lives gasping
Under the polluted atmosphere of the prince of the air.

I am pierced from head to toe
By His life-giving breath,
And the prophetic gate of His Name is invoked over me;
He harmonizes in me words full of grace
And the chords of an ineffable song that keeps rising,
Stilling the storm and leading wounded hearts
Into the rest brought by the Peace of God which surpasses all understanding.

He makes my soul an oasis of knowledge
Amid the dry bones of the mortal body
Of the conscience-less science of this world.
He leads me to my high places and sets me up
As a stumbling stone to the great universities of this age:
To some, I am a wonder for humanity;
To others, a sign of contradiction,
A true “Chinese puzzle,”
A subject of study in their experimental mill
That grinds the wind and produces lies.
The Holy Spirit, at work in the hidden chambers of my heart,
Quickens to the surface every dead letter in the molecules of my whole being,
So that by the Power He has to subject all things to Himself,
He may cause me to escape the algorithmic tyranny
Of corruption and the rudiments of artificial intelligence.

Lord,
You know I am a foreigner on this earth, which will soon be rolled up
Like an old garment into the trash bins of the Great History
Of the Coming Age; while I await
To land in my Heavenly Homeland, borne on the Wings of the Spirit,
Do not hide from me the mystery concealed throughout the ages—
The Quantum Mechanics of the Finished Work of the Cross, which proclaims:
“As death acted in Your body, Lord, so Life acts in us.”
As long as I live, I will return to the House
Of Bread and Wine, of unleavened Bread of Truth and Purity,
For the zeal of His Word and of His Fullness consumes me,
And His Merciful Arms seal me
With His Sublime Seal of Love for the Truth,
So that by speaking the Truth in Love,

I may bear witness;
And be forever crucified with You.
For the disciple is not greater than His Master,
But every fully trained disciple will be like His Master.
Christ in me, the Keystone of the Gospel of Glory…

This text is an excerpt from the book “THE TRIUMPH OF RESILIENCE” written by Jules NGUESSEU.

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