Unity in Him

Today we consider unity.

What does Oneness look like in this day and age?

Lets start by my inspiration.

John 17:20 — 23 (ESV)

20 “I do not ask for these only, but also for those who will believe in me through their word,

21 that they may all be one, just as you, Father, are in me, and I in you, that they also may be in us, so that the world may believe that you have sent me.

22 The glory that you have given me I have given to them, that they may be one even as we are one,

23 I in them and you in me, that they may become perfectly one, so that the world may know that you sent me and loved them even as you loved me.”

Is unity nothing more than a shared ideology?

Is it simply us believing the same things, trusting that others think and feel as we do?

Is that two strands of a thrice-braided cord, with ideology as the third?

Or is the third strand only living when it is Yeshua Himself?

If unity were only shared ideology, identity would be absent.

But in truth, identity is born through unity —

because identity requires a Unified Identifier,

and that Identifier is the Endless One.

By His Spirit, He binds us together,

giving worth both to our identity and our unity.

Unity, perfect unity. What does that look like?

• That which divides us dissolved.

• That which bound us destroyed.

• Death’s fear broken and emptied of its hold.

• Our brothers, sisters, mothers, and fathers seen in every face.

• Him in us, and us in Him.

• The invisible smoke rising when a secret kindness is carried out.

• A people of surpassing wonder, not divided but eternally bound in Him.

We would see hope as natural, not as the exception.

We would glorify the source of our unity — the Father, through the Son Yeshua, in the Spirit —

not only in the grand and the miraculous,

but in the simple and the ordinary.

Politics, denominations, wars, words —

all would fade to the wayside

as our focus shifts to what truly matters: Him.

We would begin to see life itself as opportunity —

to notice God in the mundane,

in the majestic,

and in the profound stillness of silence.

These are my thoughts, my friends.

I will not pretend to have the answers.

What I bring is only a questioning mind and a willing spirit.

As always,

Dust.

To you,

For you,

From Him in me.