Rhythm of the Tides

Life has a rhythm… there is ancient pattern on how to live. A Grace centred pattern. No performance. No striving. Just knowing and being known. Following the rhythm of the grace tides.

“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.” Jesus (Mat 11:20)

The old Mystics and Celtic saints understood this. They connected to the land and saw the rhythm all around them. Hidden in caves, in the wilderness, in the communities, in the seasons, in the tides. They lived the rhythm.

On Holy Island Lindisfarne, in England, St. Aidan and then later St. Cuthbert would be cut off from the land when the daily tides came in. Forced welcomed seclusion. Forced into times of being alone and loved by the Person who is Love. Replenished.

Then the tide would change and the door would reopen to the wider world, inviting them to engage again when the walkway was clear to touch a broken and lost nation with endless compassion and grace. Touching the most overlooked & forgotten. Teaching a generation about the Truth. A Person as alive as the world around them. Connected yet Different. Hidden yet Visible in all.

This is the Celtic way. Hiddenness and then Exposure. The tide. Touching heaven and touching earth. Touching the poor and touching the rich. Blurring the boundary between worlds. Crossing over. Making heaven real through weakness and humility, demonstrating the supernatural reality of the age to come. Loving the one and thereby loving the All.

 There is a new way coming through the ruins of empire. I heard an audible voice speak in the night from heaven. It said “The answer to the mysteries of the future is in the past.” Ancient tides. Ancient cries. Ancient rhythms. We are listening. We are slowly awakening. There is another way emerging, a wildfire generation rising to the unstoppable rhythm of the tides.

“I am coming for the nation, glory flowing like molten gold to the people and places of least resistance, teams flowing, running – the message – My presence and the poor. A nation transformed for the transformation of other nations” (Prophetic vision given to Karen Lowe, Llanelli, Wales)

Justin Abraham

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