We are told to let go but we don't know how or of what. Is it something in my hands or something metaphorically in my head like a defective set of morals? Is it my familiar boundaries of safety that separate one group from another? Is it intellectual like an idea or physical like a habit? Is it a misconception or mis-allegiance? We are told to surrender, but surrender what and to who? Is it money or arms or property or belongings? And, when I lay them down who picks them up? Is it my freedom or is it my suitcase of perception? Perhaps we need a new language, a language of awareness. Perhaps in-the-name-of-Jesus is not a hall pass because we are not in a building. Perhaps it's a mindset of behaving differently because we see things differently; a perspective, an awareness of what is rather than what is accepted. Perhaps it's something we inhabit like a new wineskin where we realize that we cannot live without breathing, that we cannot understand our way into life. We have to actually be there and breathe. When we quit longing for the sun and accept the moon, we are turning our own understanding into idols and our efforts become the-thing of our understanding rather than the sunset. The way of the spirit cannot be learned. It has to be walked.