Susan Ashton sung the song, “There is a Line.”  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIGbgZbzvGw  Such exquisite lyrics.  They have played in my mind all night.  The first few lines go like this:

It’s hard to tell just when the night becomes the day

That golden moment when the darkness rolls away

But there is a moment none the less.
In the regions of the heart there is a place

A sacred charter that should not be erased
It is the marrow; the moral core that I can not ignore.

I can’t define that moment in my life with absolute clarity.  But I do know, without the slightest doubt that it happened.  It is a micro moment in which one does not care about the things holy, then one cares.  I don’t think it was a choice I made.  I think the choice to obey His calling came afterward.

Now here’s the point:  Why isn’t this slender silver moment apparent in everyone’s life?  Why do we struggle so to describe it to those who have not had it?  If we all had it we could point to a common understanding.  But it isn’t there.  Why?