The Sign

Then they asked him, "What must we do to do the works God requires?" Jesus answered, "The work of God is this: to believe in the one he has sent." John 6:28-29

Do you believe? Not just that Jesus was a rabbi that revolutionized the world. But that he is the incarnate GOD.

Read through John 6:25-70. There are many fantastic insights to be found. I dare say if you read this passage anew every week for the next year you would find something new, something fresh, something fantastic every time. But for today. Do you believe?

Have you taken the time to play with the concept of doubt thoroughly enough to solidify the faith of truth you proclaim?

The followers in this story demanded a sign. They even suggested the type of sign they where looking for. Referring back to “The Bread from Heaven”; the manna their forefathers ate in the desert.

Jesus then declares, “I am the bread that came down from heaven.”… “I am the bread of life”…

Now, there are many truths to ponder here, but for today –

Is Jesus the sign that is to confirm the belief of the followers? They wanted a sign of bread (very literal) and he says he is the bread.

There must be a proof, a reason, a sign for belief to grow. Jesus says he is that proof. Again, not just an ancient teacher – the incarnate GOD.

Further into the text we see in verse 45 another throwback, this time to Isaiah. “Everyone who listens to the Father and learns from him comes to me.”

Possibly – if we are having trouble listening and learning from the Father – maybe we haven’t yet believed in the one he has sent, Jesus. Maybe we are continuing to look for signs, for proof, for confirmation, when in fact he is the sign, the proof, the confirmation.

Are we sure this is how this whole life thing works? Take some time to contemplate, to in fact doubt, just for analysis. Then get back to the “Bread from Heaven”, for he is not only the sign, but our salvation.

“Then the LORD said to Moses, "I will rain down bread from heaven for you. The people are to go out each day and gather enough for that day. In this way I will test them and see whether they will follow my instructions.” Exodus 16:4

Just enough for today. There will be more bread tomorrow.

Have Faith. Walk.

Fullness

I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge-that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God. (Ephesians 3:16-19)

Fill us Lord. Make us overflow. So that all may be filled. So that your name is glorified. And all will be complete. Amen

Seat of Mockers

Blessed is the man
who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked
or stand in the way of sinners
or sit in the seat of mockers.
Psalms 1:1

I sat in the seat of mockers this week and I must say my faith has wavered ever since.

For the most part, just prior to this experience, the “Everlasting Joy” found in Christ was graciously forming within me. Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness and Self-control where all growing. I could nearly taste the great bounty to come. I was, “in a good place”. The approaching holidays added fuel to my refreshing demeanor.

But, I sat with mockers. They even hinted of,

“Breaking my chains; throwing off my fetters." Psalms 2:3

I’m sure the one enthroned laughed. I’m sure God rebuked and advised that he has already installed his King on Zion, his holy hill. Psalms 2:4-6

But I didn’t. I didn’t take a stand. Rationalizing that there is a time for everything. Rationalizing that jest and amicable conversation is always the best policy. But why? Why didn’t I forcefully oppose the flippant words?

Did I contribute to the shame of Glory? To the delusions and false gods? Psalms 4:2

My soul has experienced anguish. Psalms 6:3

Betrayal, pains the traitor greatly.

Away from me, all you who do evil,
for the LORD has heard my weeping.
The LORD has heard my cry for mercy;
the LORD accepts my prayer
Psalms 6:8-9

O LORD my God, I take refuge in you;
save and deliver me from all who pursue me
Psalms 7:1

My shield is God Most High,
who saves the upright in heart
Psalms 7:10

Heed the instruction of God. Do not run from his wrath. But, run toward his love.

If for some reason there is a lack of confidence that comes over you, a lack of faith that places you with the wicked, with the sinner, with the mocker; find strength in the freely offered grace of God and know that Jesus the Christ is with you.

As Brennan Manning wrote in “The Ragamuffin Gospel”,

“I am with you, I am for you, I am in you. I expect more failure from you than you expect from yourself.” Christ.

Hand of God

While wandering the shore of a local lake this morning an unusual form of wood drifted my direction. Not a major occurrence, however in light of my yesterday, quite a moment.

Please allow a brief drift backwards for clarification.

It was the day before today that two prophets, in trash, entered my personal peripheral. One struck me as quiet and reclusive while the other seemed slightly more aware of the world’s ways. One more rotund; the other appeared lean. One simple in knowledge; the other “educated”. But both where singing their song to the world. By chance - by grace - their parts' came into harmony with mine for the slightest lapse of time.

The first encounter must be a story for another day, for it was the later prophet that tended to find his passion in drifts of wood. He, in practice as well as theory, is a compilational sculptor. He reconciles former energies found in trash, takes old forgotten pieces of creation, and transforms them into visual stimuli. He’s folk - with a fine art feel. (This fellow was in town conducting an art exhibition at the University of North Alabama)

So – needless to say, I had been influenced in my “crazy” as I noticed sopping dead wood floating across the surface of the water this morning.

The specific portion of wood that sang out this morning was small, not too interesting; until the reflection of water, sunlight, and limb in crescendos formed the miraculous. The “Hand of God”. (To slide back to our first prophet, he questioned, Do you believe in miracles?) To be precise the stick appeared to resemble a human hand nailed to a cross. A figurative “Hand of God” was before me. Why was it separated from his Body I wondered? What would cause the “Hand of God” to be severed from his “Body”?

In full “crazy” I began to figure in retrieving our Lord’s hand. Now, I was on my way to work, so wading into the frigid waters did not seem to be a valid plan. So I began to comb the shore for the perfect utensil to fish out Christ’s hand. As I approached, I began to laugh. How appropriate – a portion of the “Cross” was just down stream. I leaned in and returned back to Jesus. But the cross was not long enough for the job. Interesting. I clogged back into the wood and found a quite long and sturdy stick. A very ordinary stick. One of no real importance. It did the job. Yes, I am currently in possession of the “Hand of God” as well as a piece of the “Cross”. The old stick was disposed of as soon as his purpose was fulfilled. But the “Cross and the Hand” remain with me.

Has the hand of God been removed from his body?
Are we as his body carrying out his will or are we without hands?
Are we in line with his will?
Do we know his will or at least pursue the process?
Although, the “Cross” is our salvation – does God need the use of an ordinary stick to bring things back together?

Sing your Song – Harmonize with God – Harmonize with Man – Live your Purpose – Not for self but for the union of Christ’s body, hands, and cross – All created by God…

Delicacy

“I want to have my keel deep and stable in the once-for-all biblical revelation of God, yet I also want to have my sails unfurled to every movement of God's Spirit upon the deeps.” John Piper

Great quote…

Lord, steep our souls in your word. Direct us in the path of contemplation and reflection. Help us to digest your word so that it is written in our hearts. So that we taste it, not just as sustenance – but as delicacy to be savored. Do not allow a simple academic study of a book, but grace us with a touch so deep that the ground shakes.

Lord, as your Spirit guides, let us have faith to follow. Let us be irrational in our love for you and our love for your sons and daughters. Let us be sustained by your power and your glory. When we fall, Lord, lift us up by the light of your face found within the Word.

True Security

I urge, then, first of all, that requests, prayers, intercession and thanksgiving be made for everyone— for kings and all those in authority, that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness. This is good, and pleases God our Savior, who wants all men to be saved and to come to a knowledge of the truth. For there is one God and one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus, who gave himself as a ransom for all men; the testimony given in its proper time...I want men everywhere to lift up holy hands in prayer, without anger or disputing.
1 Timothy 2

Trust in the LORD.

Many are asking, "Who can show us any good?"
Let the light of your face shine upon us, O LORD.
You have filled my heart with greater joy
than when their grain and new wine abound.
I will lie down and sleep in peace, for you alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety.
Psalms 4

Now that this race is over - Let's get back to the one that offers - True Deliverance - True Salvation

From the LORD comes deliverance.
May your blessing be on your people.
Psalms 3

Community

Below is a great illustration I read recently in an article written by John Ortberg. Just thought I’d share.

"Years ago, while on vacation, I was going to fix something on the grill. I made a pile of charcoal, I poured a few gallons of lighter fluid over them, and I started the fire. My son was just fascinated by fire, as most young boys are. He asked what I was doing, and I told him.

"There's something about the way these little briquettes are constructed that when you put them together, the fire glows and they get real hot. And if you isolate one it cools off quickly. It loses the fire. But when they stick together, there's fire, because they feed off each other. God designed them to work that way."

This fits what Dallas Willard has said about the Christian life: "Personalities united can contain more of God and sustain the force of his greater presence better than scattered individuals." Think about that. Personalities united—people in community—contain more of God and his transforming power than isolated individuals. We should not be surprised that transformation requires community; it's how God designed us."

Brings a whole new light to the relentless doctrine of – “Don’t forsake the assembly”

Stay together – in mind, in heart, in spirit. We are made for this. There are many things to be done. It is going to take everyone.

Ask to be filled with Light

Darkness interrupts the Light at any chance allowed.

“Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that his deeds will be exposed. But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what he has done has been done through God." John 3:20

John Piper refers to sin as “Spiritual Leprosy”. “It deadens your senses so you rip your soul to shreds and don't even feel it.”

Jesus lays bare our leprosy – Christ brings us into the light.

I personally, have many sores that need light theropy. I must continue in the Light as treatment for my condition. One such treatment for me has been this blog. I find a certain amount of renewal when pecking out a few thoughts of encouragement – both for my soul as well as yours.

So as apology – I regret the lull in postings. I do, however, lay hold to the hope that Christ will continue our relationship made manifest in part, through specific disciplines - which include, at least at current, this blog.

If you too are experiencing darkness in any form I suggest a simple inquisition to your Father.

“If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will the heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!" Luke 11:13

Simply ask.

Pray.

Request the Spirit.

He will give. He will renew. He desires you in the Light more than you yourself do.

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Leaving home this morning my wife calls from the adjacent room, “I Love You”.

Sweet drops of joy are found in such a proclamation.

But, I thought – How can love be received only in word. Where is the deed? I need touch. I need hugs. I need kisses. Something. Not passive rhetoric; aggressive passion.

To give her props, Kaisha did indeed grace me with a hug and kiss.

The thought, however lingered. As I was driving to the office, the airwaves, to which I was tuned, offered a brief syndicated remark from Mr. Chuck Swindoll. Now, I can’t quite give an exact quote, but the idea was this:

- Are you reading the word of God? Or are you simply feeding upon pre-digested scripture? Are you placing your understanding of God into the hands of your pastor? Or on the latest Christian book? Are you leaving the searching to others? -

Old Mr. Chuck, with a tone of rebuke, offered:

- “If you are, you are being spoon fed. You are babes in Christ”. -

Wow! Sharp rebuke, but, fantastic truth.

A conversation I had recently was somewhat liken to this truth. The word choice was not focused solely on time with the Word but more broadly – Time with God (whichever discipline you wish to apply here; prayer, meditation, fasting, worship, study, etc…). The idea was that the responsibility is on the individual. One has to personally go to the Mountain of God. We can not thrive on stories of others going to the Mountain; we must experience the Joy ourselves internally.

All this brings me to Walt Whitman’s final declaration in his rambling poem,

“Faces”:

“The melodious character of the earth, The finish beyond which philosophy cannot go and does not wish to go, The justified mother of men.”

This is his subtle praise to the “Old face of the mother of many children”

He most eloquently succumbs to the truth or power of observance and proclaims the great honor to be found in “Action”. He admires and feasts hardily upon the countenance of this specific woman, but surrenders to the fact the he will never be able to comprehend her experience.

Oh, “The melodious character of the earth,”

We all have our own experience. We all have relationship known only by God.

Taste your food fresh from the giver.

Trek to the peak of the Mountain, alone.

Allow God to touch you personally.

The Beauty of Time

To plagiarise absolute – A thought thick like taffy has been stuck in my teeth of late.

The beauty of time –

This taffy of which I ponder, originated in saltwater form, as my bride and I strolled hand in hand along the coast of the Mexican Gulf this past week. The immense beauty of the elongated surf, gently stroking the abrasive sands, took breath from me and captured it there, in that exact spot, forever. Funny thing is; that exact spot, previously confiscated breath from my lung. It’s offence of robbery is not new. Kaisha and I have frequented these shores many times before. Our spirit seems to ride along the waves.

One such visit took place more than 15 years prior, different in color as well as savor.

When we where yet mates, fate guided us down this same sandy path. That occasion, sewn together within the labyrinth of my mind and the horizon of the moonlit seas, was not befriended by the same circumstance of current.

“We where young…heartache to heartache…” Our lives not yet properly kneaded. We had different dreams – different desires. One of which was obvious on that night. As one of my dreams or desires was to somehow come into contact with her and allow our being to bond. Anything. Any form. Hand to hand. Lip to lip. Anything. How could I leap across the chasm of separation into the arms of unity? It would be safe to say, she was not on the same page that evening.

Funny – how things change. We now have two children and over ten years of breath stealing moments to ponder – but I guess – to tell the truth I still lust after the union of two separate travelers. In any form. Hand to Hand. Lip to Lip. Anything.

Great thing is; I now have the mystery and beauty of time to throw into the mix. We have had many breathless moments, in many forms, in many places – but now - we also have time, which strings these moments together into a tapestry resembling the mosaic of our union. I warm myself under this tapestry as we hold one another together – Others crawl in from time to time cuddling under the warmth.

I say the more the merrier. As long as we walk within the covering of time we need all the help we can get.

So - Response requested -

Do you ever marvel at time? Do you drink from the pitcher that strings together moments, creating a beauty nearly tangible?

Tell me your stories?

"You mean Mrs. Brazelton does't know God?"

I love stories that creep into our lives and move us into closer communion with the body of Christ.

I received an email today from an old friend forwarded through my wife. I then called to approve the use of this story. As we conversed the blessing of God continued to grow. This old friend of mine and I apparently share a mutual friend, Jesus the Christ. We exchanged briefly our faith and for a moment saw this Jesus in one another.

The following is a guest post from my friend Kari.

I wonder how much is riding on this little story? How many souls will be touched? God has purpose and it will be fulfilled.

So - From a child to a mom, from a mom to a friend, from a wife to a husband, from a blog to a…?

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I just had to share a "special moment" with you.

Sometimes I wonder why the Good Lord blessed me with two little innocent angels to care for. I know he gave them to me so that they can teach me, for one. Oh, the questions these little ones can ask.

Tonight Josie and I were watching the Olympics. In case you don't know, Josie is a little gymnast in training. She loves it so much. But tonight we watched Michael Phelps win his seventh gold by the tip of a nail. When they sang the National Anthem during the medal ceremony, she asked, "Mommy, why don't we sing that in Guntersville?"

I didn't really understand what she meant. Maybe, our past military life made her ask. We were always in "military cities", and when on base, you'd hear these things. I'm just not sure what she meant. Then later, lying in bed, she went on to say, "You know, we don't pray at school."

In total amazement, I tried to explain that in the past she's gone to Christian schools and now she is in a public school. Prayer isn't allowed because some people aren't Christian.

She continued on to say, "We don't even sing songs about Jesus in school." Then, I saw in her little eyes and heard in her voice the genuine concern, "You mean Mrs. Brazelton doesn't know God?"

"Yes, she knows God." I said.

I just learned something from my five-year old child...

Where is my concern for others? I'm so caught up in other things I don't even wonder if someone might not know God.

Today I know why God gave me the privilege of being a mommy.

May God bless our sweet, innocent, pure children.

Kari

Jesus, walk with me.

A number of years ago I requested repetitively within the sphere of my prayer life the following sentiment.

“Lord, please don’t leave me. No matter how far away I roam, no matter how far into darkness I trek, please don’t leave me. Allow me one last chance. Bring me back home.”

The admission to God that I will attempt to hide, that I will run away, that I will fail morally and be ashamed to return I repeated often, but in retrospect the statement seems rather childish. My admission, a type of constant confession. My request, a type of maintained path to repentance. They seem confused. I am not saying that I will not hide or run or fail in the future, but to think that somehow these things separate me from God seems wrong.

I pray now for continued compassion, continued touch, continued teaching.

“Jesus, walk with me. Wrap your arm around me. Take me and lead me. Be so present that you not only are there, that you are not only an option or a safety net, but Jesus, be so present as to touch me continually. Stay with me constantly, no matter where I hide, where I run, no matter what kind of failure I venture into, be with me and teach me your way.”

In John 15 Jesus proclaims,

“I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his master's business. Instead, I have called you friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you.” vs15

“Jesus, my friend, teach me your command. Allow me your guidance. Please never take your arm from around me. Never lose contact. Stay with me.”

Stitches of Life

An older fellow came by my office this morning to sit for spell. We of coursed discussed the pressing business of the day but then moved further. We dove into a more personal banter. As we spoke, he enlightened me concerning a few of his wife’s ailments. He further explained his own pains and sufferings. Rehab. Medications. Therapies.

History of his vocation dropped by for a visit as well. Apparently, he worked for GM in the past where he grew quite fond of the GM product. He walked me through some of the different vehicles on the market and how they perform; their mechanical intricacies as well as inserted opinion as to how their designs benefit or hinder their performance.

He had personal testimony concerning each vehicle that he had driven or even family members had driven in the past.

But then, nearly agitated, he recalled one particular brand of vehicle that seemed to raise a rash from under his skin. I will not disclose which brand for fear of stepping on toes of those whom are currently riding the same. But, the finality of his perturbed explicative was the following.

“You know when you drive a car and you can just feel it? It’s ride nearly becomes a part of you? It feels alive? This car ain’t got it. It’s dead. A car has to be alive.”



Well said my friend. Total agreement. Death gets me agitated as well. Life enhances the ride.

“For as in Adam all die, so in Christ all will be made alive.” 1 Corinthians 15:22

“I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me.” Galatians 2:20

"I came that they may have life and have it abundantly." John 10:10

Do you get confused as to the origin of Life sometimes? Many times we have a decent design for our life. We have a great design team that even guides us along the way, but are we walking in death or are we walking in LIFE?

Life is found in Christ and him alone. He holds all things together for us.



The older fellow continued relieving the stress upon his chest, from all these experiences in his life, by allowing me yet another story concerning shopping and the outrageous prices at some of our well known establishments.

To be cordial, I offered audience to his rather lofty ascension. However, once his summit to the proverbial soap box was complete he turned to proclaim truth from the hills.

“You’ve got to look at how things are made. How they are stitched together. If the stitching is right then that $10 dress will do you better than a $100 dollar dress any day.”



I must have dosed off a bit as I’m not sure why he was shopping for dresses but again I say, what truth.

“He is before all things, and in him all things hold together.” Colossians 1:17 - Concerning Christ

You have got to look at the stitches. Is your life held together in Christ? Is your church held together in Christ? $100 dollar dresses are fine, but let’s make sure we are not swayed by fashion and glamour, what brand is in style or not.

Make sure you are clothed with a dress stitched together with Christ.

Simple words come into our lives every day. Are we remembering Christ within their framework? We must die to ourselves so that he can live within us. Constant communion with Christ. Life eternal.

Crisp August Sky

“The Spirit of God puts the people of God into the presence of God.”
Henry Blackaby

If you are not listening to the Spirit, the sword will be pulled (which is the WORD of God) Ephesians 6:17 to direct you back to the holy presence of God.

"Is not my word like fire," declares the LORD
Jeremiah 23:29

"I have come to bring fire on the earth, and how I wish it were already kindled!”
Luke 12:49

May you be pierced with the Sword of the Spirit and drenched with the Fire of God.

Bath yourself in the word – and the Spirit will take you to God. Your day will be crisp with Joy and Beauty will fill the air you breath. Wonderful how a little Word will put you where you need to be.

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God…The Word became flesh” John 1

I love God, in all his spectacular trinity and within the communion of unity found in his followers.

"The word is very near you; it is in your mouth and in your heart so you may obey it" Deut. 30:14 also reclaimed by Paul to the Romans (Chap 10)

Our GOD lives. Can you shout it?

Express Faith

-This is a partial and unedited entry - the logic and communication of ideas are lacking - however I felt the need to publish - I will revise at a later date -


Outward expression of ones inward faith is vital to the continued growth of the Kingdom of God in the current micro culture we find ourselves apart. There are cultures fed by many influences that we simply are not privy to and this has and will be the case throughout time in all directions. The intense complexity of the unity of Christ shown within the brotherhood has and will ever change. There is a fluid nature to life that will always bring new experience and need for change. I do not say that GOD is not the same today as he was in the past and will be in the future for He is outside of time; he is the originator. I simply suggest that our digestion of this sameness may not be fully in tune with the true vine of Christ. Are our practices fully alive?

One such expression in recent years has been popularized, at least in our current culture, by the Pentecostal or Charismatic movement. The act of raising hands while in praise or prayer.

Lift up your hands in the sanctuary and praise the LORD.
Psalms 134.2

I will praise you as long as I live, and in your name I will lift up my hands.
Psalms 63.4

I want men everywhere to lift up holy hands in prayer, without anger or disputing.
1 Tim. 2:8

There are many scriptural references concerning this act as well as condemnations from God when ones participation in this act is hypocritical or superficial. (Isaiah 1:15) Always, with any action, it is the heart that God views.

The idea to ponder within this discussion is not the validity or acceptance of this ritual but the power that it may possibly have within the community of Christ.

Personally I pray. Personally I fast. Personally I read. Personally I sing. Personally I worship. Personally I confess. Personally I have unity with God through Christ guided by Spirit.


BUT – I also practice all these things in community – At church.

How can one see my heart? Only in Christ through the Spirit can one unite with my heart. But, how does one know that I need their unity? There are many answers, but one that may be simple enough to digest and use regularly is the Lifting of Holy Hands. If you can so connect with God as to block out circumstance then through this action there may be unity found among believers.

Here is my testimony of the same.

I was at worship in the midst of thousands of others this past weekend. We where gathered at a church that regularly holds 10-15 thousand souls. If I where to be apart of this service regularly I would struggle to connect. How can one build relationship while congregating with a group so large? Well, the passage when Jesus commands us to love one another came to a new light in this setting.

“A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another. By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.” John 13: 34-35

Now keep your mind within the concept of unity. When we bond with God through Jesus by the Spirit we are united. If there are others within this same unity then we in fact have bonded with them as well. So, when I look around a group of 15,000 men praising God I know that they are disciples because of their love. Their love - that I can physically see within the act of praise and lifting of hands.

I realize this is semantics at best and the argument will not stand intellectually so here is a further testimony of the same.

This past Sunday morning the Shekinah Glory of God fell upon the group I meet with regularly after all the rationalization and after all the corporate praise in the form of confession and testimony. From my personal participation I can confirm the love found in another when they are connected to God. I was moved to respond as well as to continue in the testimony when I saw the outward expression of inward faith. In my cultural paradigm we always end a session of community with a invitation to the alter of God. A song is sung and the wrestling begins. Within my own battleground I was faltering until I saw the hands of my fellow brothers in arms raised in unison to God the Farther. I then was redirected, realized I was not alone, I was loved by the others and I knew they where disciples of the true and mighty God. So I allowed myself sacrificed and the Spirit lead me from there to the alter of God. My ego there was slain and the blood of Christ was poured out.

A portion of this love, this fire that Christ came to our world to ignite (Luke 12:49), was sparked by the outward expression of others faith. They lifted their hands. My soul died. The Spirit led. And Christ poured out.

Express your faith! There are many ways to express. But Express.

Naked

Naked, Samuel sat in the playroom last night. With anguish he cried. He had previously been given direction. He was instructed to put all the crayons back in their box before he could go to bed. What misery he struggled with. The thought of this service was to much. How could his Father allow such injustice in his life?

I approached, kneeled down and said, “Listen to me. I want you to start picking up these crayons and I want you to notice what happens. Just start and see what happens.”

With heavy arms he slowly dredged his way through the pain and began to place a few lone Crayolas back to there original state. First an Orange, then a Green, maybe a Black, half of a Pink. Slowly the process began.

I then began to assist him with his purpose. Large fist full’s at a time where falling from my hands into the box.

I asked, “See what is happening? What is happening Samuel?”

Silence. (ok, maybe a whimper or two)

“Open your eyes, son. Can you see? Can you see what is happening? Look. See?”

I’m not sure he understood completely, but we reviewed.

When he began the task at hand his Father began to help. When he started. When he submitted to the calling, Daddy did most of the work. I drilled these ideas until he recited back, “You helped me.”

“Why did I help?”

“Because I started and because you love me.”

If there is something that has been assigned for you to do, I simply want to remind you GOD will help. He will do most of the work, but only if you start and only because he loves you and he wishes to teach you a lesson.

Judgment

During conversation last week the question over the imagery of “Judgment” raised its frightful head. Specifically, the inquiry was concerning Luke 12:57-59 which can be read as a figurative story concerning the immediacy and reality of “Judgment”. As the discussion evolved a number of folks volunteered their own imaginings of this unknown scene.

- Large movie screens playing the good and bad of one’s life while family and friends look on: roped off entry ways into a quasi courtroom setting: position in a single file line ranging from a specified third to standing behind countless millions of souls awaiting their turn with God: and even one description of Jesus as a 6 foot 2 inch 190 pound presence sporting a large white robe and sandals - All scenes tangible to the one speaking their image -

There are many images that, at least for the individual, assist in the digestion of such thoughts as judgment, pending eternal fire, and loss of the influence of God.

So, to add to the mix here is a thought I had just yesterday concerning the “Judgment”:


The Father – Son metaphor seems to touch me the most:

Samuel had been commissioned to clean up the playroom. And by clean up, I mean he was given three specific tasks that he possessed the ability to perform, nothing more, as I being his father am well aware that he is not up to the cleansing of the entire room.

Samuel was to pick up his crayons, his cars, as well as his puzzles. They where to be replaced to their assigned position. A task he is well equipped to handle. Occasionally, Samuel would come running up to me and announce that he had completed the task.

I would then question if he was sure he was ready for the inspection or for the case of comparison, was he ready for the “Judgment”. After confirmation that a spanking would be the result of failure, he would run back to his business at hand. (I realize this tactic is for an entirely different entry, however, I do threaten punishment and recourse does follow if I am not pleased)
So after a number of false alarms by Samuel – we begin the walk. Hand in hand I escorted him through the house, down the hall, and into the playroom. Samuel walked cautiously and with a silence that is not of his true character. (I believe he feared punishment)

As we approached the crayons, they where indeed placed in the appropriate box and snapped shut.

Approved.

As we approached Samuel’s collection of cars, they where also placed within the basket where they typically reside.

Approved.

But as we walked to the shelf where the puzzles should have been there was a shortage of quantity. A few puzzles had made it, however a number of other pieces lie docile on the floor. I questioned Samuel concerning his incomplete job. Allowed him to respond. Then reached down to raise him into an embrace.

“I love you, good job.” Approved.


I realize this illustration is incomplete at best as I have omitted the “Substitutionary Atonement” of Jesus Christ leaving a “Just God” as well as a merciful one, but my point here is the mercy, my point here is the love.

I love my son, he performed his assigned task well, although incomplete. And although he and I both knew the “Spanking” was real - mercy was given and love was received.

This may reflect at least a partial glimpse of “Judgment”. With painful awareness of all our evils, we will present our goods and realize quite profoundly they are not anywhere near enough. We may even feel horrible guilt and remorse. But once tested our increased elation found when Jesus steps up and takes our Hell will be phenomenal.

When Jesus reaches down to raise us up into his embrace we will at last be within his unity of love. Mear audible words of “I love you, good job.” will pale in comparison to his glory.

I cannot wait. I run toward the call of God in Christ Jesus. I yearn for the divine embrace. I know my pain and inadequacy will be tested with fire; but how sweet will be the precious gift of grace. How wonderful to be in the arms of Love.

Perichoresis

Inexplicably the above boldened word has approached me more than once over the last few days. “Choresis” serves as source for our well known expletory: “choreograph”. Where “Peri” translates: “around or about”; leaving the Greek literal to mean, “Dancing Around” or “Dancing About”.

So who is dancing?

Apparently God – in trinitarian form – along with us so that the world may believe.

From our early church fathers the theology of “Perichoresis” attempted the furtherance of, or deeper consideration for the mystery of the unity found in John 17.

“that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. May they also be in us so that the world may believe that you have sent me.” verse 21

Obviously, the complexity of this “unity” may never be fully understood while abiding within time and space, but I do quite enjoy the metaphor of dancing.

So, from two unlikely sources let us allow the “Dance” to continue:

"Then come the lights shining on you from above. You are a performer. You forget all you learned, the process of technique, the fear, the pain, you even forget who you are, you become one with the music, the lights, indeed one with the dance." Shirley McClain

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” Friedrich Nietzsche

Prayer:

Choreograph our movements, oh God, so that others will believe, so that others may hear the music you offer, so that we all may melt into the unity of dance and find joy within your Glory.

Wash with Water - Purify with Fire

"I baptize you with water for repentance. But after me will come one who is more powerful than I, whose sandals I am not fit to carry. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and with fire.” Matt. 3:11

“I tell you the truth, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless he is born of water and the Spirit.” John 3:5

“When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place. Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting. They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit” Acts 2:1-4

“I have come to bring fire on the earth, and how I wish it were already kindled! But I have a baptism to undergo, and how distressed I am until it is completed! Do you think I came to bring peace on earth? No, I tell you, but division.” Luke 12:49-51



There is an ancient thought of paradise based on the dynamic harmony between water and fire that invades your heart and clarifies your mind when manifested in the above scriptures.

The suggestion has been made that these two opposites actually encourage unity, that they share a form of symbiotic relationship.

So are you a follower of Water or Fire? Truth or Spirit?

Beautifully, the two hold hands more often than one might expect.

What's your story?

Controversy surrounds the idea, however most scholars believe that the Book of Job predates all other books of the bible. Written as a poem framed in prose God first introduces himself to humanity in the form of a story. The personal relationship we find between God and Job - began the conversation.

With all due respect to the ordination of the Law, the remainder of the sacred scripture is a collection of stories that resonate the ideas of the first. They show the struggles of humanity along with the triumphs framed within the will of God to the ultimate Glory of God.

Even when God became flesh he walked around telling stories.
So I ask, what is your story? Or more aptly, what is your song?
We exist for two things: to witness God and to celebrate his Glory.
How do you witness God? How do you celebrate his Glory?

The greatest command which balances all others is to: Love God and Love Others.

Eternity has been placed in our hearts – Ecclesiastes 3:11

Now, express in words your heart, your love, your eternity, your God.

How?

There must be story – There must be Christ.

I pray you take your story of grace, your story of devotion, your story of worship, your story of peace and tell others. Love others the only way you know how. Share with them your story. Share with them your God.

You that have ears; hear. You that have tounges; sing.

With the eternity of our hearts we sing. We sing the song immortal.

We sing

the only song

we know

We sing to be heard

We sing to harmonize

with God

We sing;

and we listen

hoping others sing

eager for chorus

longing for unity

we desire fellowship, for in fellowship we find story, and in story we

find song

and we sing

inspiring dance

we wash in the waterfall of Gods melodious voice and we sing

Soar

When a pelican rides the warm air plums rising from the sea; he soars. He glides effortlessly, his nature harmonious with his environment. His will surrendered to the invisible authority of the winds. His connection to the higher reality that governs life is strengthen by each thermal rise of air. He has no need of self propulsion. He simply tunes himself to the frequency of the sea breeze and finds peace in the releasing of self.

This same release has been offered to us but for some reason we struggle to accept the invisible authority. We exhaustively flap our wings. Afraid to rely on what we cannot fully comprehend. Even when we attempt to accept the Spirit as guide and council we struggle to relax into his glory. We drudge through rationality and rely on logic. Why?

When our spirit soars within the unity of God’s glory, the gospel is proclaimed. It can not help, but to be seen. Our joy is found in God and his glory is declared to the world. Our purpose complete, we experience life abundant and Jesus smiles.

Hope

If you cut the neck off a sun warmed squash you will find the most delightful little ring of beaded sweat, oozing out into the world, as if glistening or glimmering its story of hope. Hope of what I am not sure, but hope is the right word.

You see, from a seed a plant grows. Then magically, squash fills the void formed in each blossom. Rain from heaven falls and nourishes the swelling fruit under a canopy of giant green sails.

Then a man with a blade decapitates the purity of creation to fuel himself.

But – hope’s song continues - as the juice that originated from the heavens springs forth. These little droplets of translucent fluid whisper a mystery that although we sometimes overlook - yells, screams, even dies to be noticed.

When you are cut, when your soul and spirit divide, I pray the fountains of living water that flow within you spring forth, for there is great mystery in your story.

Your story of hope that originates from the heavens.

Melodies

“Adventure in the pursuit of the obvious.” G. K. Chesterton - “Orthodoxy”

This thought details my ramblings more than any I’ve seen recently. The above sentiment concludes a quite eloquent dialog concerning discovery of truth through reason; along with the natural urgings to elaborate extraordinary truths to the point of fantasy or the unreal. In his book "Orthodoxy" Chesterton takes his audience to the practical beauty found in the discovery of everyday truths. He suggests, “Discover that the rhinoceros does exist and then take pleasure in the fact that he looks as if he didn’t.” G.K. Chesterton.

Chesterton’s sentiments echo, or more correctly, proceed the thoughts of Annie Dillard in her book, “Pilgrim at Tinker Creek”.

Summing up the reflections offered concerning a couple wonderfully told stories of life Dillard leaves the reader with, “The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.”

The above authors confer that life in its simplicity is a marvelous gift from God. Why search for the fantastic when the tangible offers such wonder. Indulge in common pleasures and then laugh at the fact so many fail to see the irony.

Nature inspires me and I find blessing in the fact that the creator orchestrates moments just for my personal digestion. I say personal because I am alone when these things occur. If no one else is there and beauty abounds it must logically be concluded that the beauty was indeed created for me. What an awesome thing to realize personal interaction with God himself.

A few days back, I was privileged to be witness to a bird’s first flight. I was taking in all the flavors of the morning horizon when a little bird came fluttering down into my view. The canopy of oaks above me must have been his nursery of security but for today he had made the choice to jump out into the world. After a frightful free fall the small bird hovered over the surface of the water, briefly, then plunged his feet and at least one third of his body into the wet. At this moment was when I realized the awkwardness of a maiden voyage. I was about to be privy to this birds struggle and triumph.

The bird feverishly flapped his wings attempting a maneuver that appeared to be virgin at best. But at last, he was able to recover and begin his ascent into the morning sky. His little wings paddling the breeze at film flicker speed. A most magnificent sight.

Then punctuation, applause, celebration, filled the air by the belch of a blow horn from down stream. A large barge had let go of an impressive amount of sound at the precise moment the little bird gained confidence into flight as if God was confirming life with an "Amen". Emotion welled up within me as I had been a part.

God allowed me to commune but for a time with him, the bird, and the excitement of first steps - or flight for this matter - successful accomplishment that when appreciated became a melody to whistle when mind-set worsens. When life darkens I will hold on to these tunes I learned and know that “God Is” whether or not I am aware or present enough to know his love.

This morning Mattie climbed into my lap and asked me to read her a book. We sat at the feet of her closet and found joy with each other as we read through a prayer book about all the beauty God has made; all the wonder that he allows us to participate in. I love my daughter and I melt into puddles when she leans in tenderly to give her daddy a kiss. Precious love found in one another that bonds us together - but at the same time bringing us into unity with our Father God.

My family never fails to inspire me and bless me with their “quite common” breaths of life.

I find that God’s Love is all around us, we simply have to open our eyes, ears, hearts and allow his grace to infiltrate our story so that we may become a part of his.

There are folks that attempt to bridge the waters of the Divine as if to answer questions larger that the bridge itself and there are those who simply enjoy to float on the surface, enjoy the sea air, the sun, the breeze, the call of the seagull. - Take time to taste the feast that has been offered. Take time to enjoy the simple truths. The answers to the big ones will come when the "Big One" himself decides, no earlier.

Water

The imagery of water flows throughout the scriptures. In Isaiah 55, “Come, all you who are thirsty, come to the waters,” we find God inviting us into the refreshment of life which echoes in Jesus’ calling, “If anyone is thirsty, let him come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, streams of living water will flow from within him." (John 7:37-38) also in John 4:14) “Indeed, the water I give will become a spring of water welling up to eternal life”.

This allegory involving water cools the lips that burn for spiritual insight. You see, God – Jesus – Spirit is offering us water…

Have you ever noticed water?

Have you ever played with a water hose on a sizzling summer day? Have you ever pressed your thumb firmly down spewing droplets of refreshment high into the air that sparkle the sun and glisten newly birthed foliage? Have you ever allowed the cylinder shaped current of fluid to pour over your skin – your hair – your body? Have you ever witnessed saturation plunge from your fingertips piercing the wind only to explode upon impact into thousands of wee lakes?

Have you ever fallen to your knees, lifted your hands, and allowed torrential sheets of glory to wipe the mud from your face?

Have you ever split the silken surface of a lake as you dive immersed – your body warmth plummeting – your swim smooth and crisp?

Have you ever enjoyed the sensation of near frozen water flow over your tongue down your throat and around the lining of your belly?

Have you ever noticed water?

It’s everywhere – in everything – and vital to life abundant. It is full of beauty. It is full of God.

I pray we all swim in -

The river of the water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb… (Revelation 22:1)

Journey

“Take up your cross and follow me.” - Jesus

“Faith runs on tiptoe to keep pace with the advancing light. Until we know the program of our risen Lord for all the years to come we can never know everything He meant when He invited us to follow Him.” - A. W. Tozer

Faith is a fluid response to our relationship with God. He continues his calling as we continue our answer. The more we reflect the triune God in our life, the more the triune God shines back his love upon us. Not as reward, but as unity. He sees his Son, he sees Spirit, he allows unity.

Time demands process. Follow and the process continues. Love grows.

Feelings

A few days ago I crawled into Mattie’s bed just as she was in the fresh stretch of waking from a nap. I had but a moment to savor her soft calm. It was great. I love those brief moments in life that call back to the past and laugh as if to arrogantly taunt trouble.

In those times I look at my children and I see beauty. I see peace. I see Joy. The peace and joy that can only grow within innocence. Joy that invites the hand of God. And the two dance.

Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.” We have to become as little children in order to inherit the Kingdom of God. One of the qualities he saw in children must be the joy that infiltrates their activity. The grace that takes perch upon their heads.

As I reflected on Mattie’s temperament I was reminded of Joan Osborne’s hit, “What if God Was One of Us” and was struck with the candid truth revealed through the then controversial pop lyrics of the nineties. Mattie’s golden blonde curls didn’t help the matter any.

What if God is one of us? What if he’s Mattie? Not to take deity lightly, but he did send his son to walk around as a homeless rabbi. He also introduced the whole “Holy Spirit” and “Indwelling” concepts which Christ intertwines himself with personally in John 17 as he prays for unity. I’m just saying. I know from our worldview this sounds Buddhist or New Age, but take a look back through the B.I.B.L.E and you might find hints of the same. Granted – The Almighty Power of God - as well as the distinct entities of Jesus and The Spirit are nothing to mess with, but to understand deeply the mystery of unity I believe this to be a good illustration at worst.

“Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind…Love your neighbor as yourself”.

In some way this represents Christ as he states, “If you have done it to the least of these, then you have done it to me”.

So, I guess in an inexplicable way, not in person but in theory and illustration, Mattie is God. Or at the least I should treat her that way.

I should love her beyond all else, I should respect and assist her in all things. She should be my main purpose.

What about Samuel? What about Kaisha? That’s my point…

We are to put other’s needs way ahead of our own, just as we would put God’s needs way ahead of our own. So in becoming less selfish and more enlightened to the needs of others; we do in deed model Christ. And as we interpret others lives as some representation of God then we in fact become servants to all men.

We become the body of Christ and must act toward others as he did.

Later that night, Mattie came running into the room, where I was reclining, with her brother on her heals. I was somewhat distracted and snapped at them both. I told them to leave me alone and go to the playroom. I know, not very Fatherly. But here’s the point. Later, as I tucked Mattie into bed she said, “You hurt my feelings, Daddy.”

It was as if God himself told me that I hurt his feelings.

I am sure I hurt God’s feelings everyday.

I pray to see him everyday in everybody I relate with, so that I can cull this habit of hurting his feelings as well as the feelings of others.

“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”

…You might very well be messing with the feelings of GOD.

Name

I went to an athletic awards ceremony recently and noticed a certain boy as he was called to the front. His name was called to denote his identity as well as to draw attention to the honor he was to receive. However, I saw a much higher honor denoted by the announcement of his name. You see, the boy of whom I refer is adopted.

He now bears the name of his adopted family. He now proceeds through life with a new identity. His name does not simply represent the identity of his self only, but also allows insight into the heart of his new family. His name represents his adoption into a family that willingly opened their arms with love to allow him a place. He has been accepted for who he is, however now grows under the influence of who he will become. His name represents so much more than his self alone.

I wonder. Has my name changed? Have I taken on the name of Jesus? When there is an announcement in the heavens do the angels here my name and cringe? Or does the resounding glory of Christ Jesus so echo through eternity that the entirety of my identity is encompassed within his name?

Paul reminds the Ephesians –

“In love he (God) predestined us to be adopted as his sons through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will - to the praise of his glorious grace, which he has freely given us in the One he loves” Ephesians 1:5-6

Christ has made known to us the name of his Father in Heaven. So that we may come to know the Father just as Christ knows the Father and that we may love Jesus just as God loves Jesus. So that Jesus may dwell in us, so that we may dwell in him, so that we all can be one.

Have I fully taken on the name of Christ? Do I savor the relationship his name denotes?

Have I truly ceased to exist as individual? Do I find abundant life in Jesus? Does his acceptance of me absolutely complete all my desires?

I pray for the grace of God to so surround us that we no longer see each other; but Christ only.

Love

Jesus prays.

“I made known to them your name, and I will continue to make it known, that the love with which you have loved me may be in them, and I in them.".” John 17:26

Devine love requested for us, by the fulfillment of Love itself, Jesus.

So powerful is the work of creation, so passionate the growth of relationship, so intense the need for communication; and yet it has been offered to us, through Jesus.

Lord, through the mystery of the Holy Spirit teach us your Love.

We also pray, “Forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us”. Matthew 6

Lord, grant us your heart so that we can freely give your heart to others. Perfect our ability to forgive so that we can share in the forgiveness offered by your Son.

Patience

Driving the kids to school this morning was particularly quiet. No screaming, no whining, no singing, no giggling: simply wonderful appreciated silence. In addition to the norm a slight mist of rain brushing the windshield coxed me into a sleepy trance. Peaceful calm.

Then, out of nowhere my son, Samuel, announces,

“You’ve got to be patient, Daddy.”

“You know, when teacher is giving out food and drink, you’ve got to be patient.”

What truth pouring out of a four year old’s mouth. “You’ve got to be patient.”

Amen. Good talk.

I am often not patient with my Teacher. The Lord promises that he will never leave me nor forsake me. He also shows me the lilies of the field and the birds of the air and asks of their worry? If the Lord takes care of the world and will never leave me, then why am I so impatient? My food and my drink are on the way. The Lord has provided.

Lord, I pray you allow me peace in knowing that you will always be there and all you have planned will fruit in its own season. Lord, help me to be still and know that you are God. Teach me patience. Teach me faith. Teach me love. Amen.

Relationship

Relationship is vital in the encouragement of unity within a group - a group of two or a group of seventy two. Relationship can not be analysed logically or rationally with any real merit. For relationship seems to be found more in the realm of artistic flow.

Ask a writer about inspiration, ask a painter about muse, ask a chef about the process and you will find that most passions in life resonate from one's existence outward, not from the rationally accepted "Group Think" inward. These "Few", seem to marinate in an organic growth that ignites their zeal. Their fervor cannot be compartmentalized into any one specific reason or even groups of reasons approved or unapproved by the outside. They have indeed harnessed the gift of losing themselves in the harmony of the present. They are effected by the past, however only enough to fulfil the present. The may acknowledge the future but for the moment they are enslaved to the real. They do not acknowledge the theoretical.

Now, how is their dance translated into relationships?

Well, experiences shape our lives and assist in defining our passions. Our experiences fruit the interests in our lives that then find their expression in our present countenance and demeanor. If one enjoys family, then the other will see this truth permeating outward. If one loves solitude then evidence will be apparent. If one thrives on competition, all observers will be able to deduct this trait.

These mannerisms discussed are our advertisements, if you will, to our inner passions or desires. These advertisements allow others to pick and choose weather or not relationship is viable. These advertisements convey weather or not we are a writer, painter, or chef.

Are two people going to click? Watch their 30 second interactions and you will begin to scrape the surface on their relationability. Watch their lifelong spontaneous connections and you will begin to taste their specific flavor, their composition, their song.

People are not for consumption only - Please do not attempt relationship for some egotistical benefit - This attempt will be a perversion of what truly is possible...

People, although relatively plain, are made for much grander purpose. C. S. Lewis states this fact wonderfully in - The Weight of Glory.

"It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would strongly be tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with the awe and the circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal."

The relationships that we cultivate now in this present world will follow us into the next. The Spirit will survive - the ego will not. Learn your own spirit so that you can advertise appropriately. Learn others so that unity will flourish. There are no common men, simply common relationships.

Freedom

Pierce My Ear-

Pierce my ear, O Lord, my God.
Take me to Your door this day.
I will serve no other god.
Lord, I'm here to stay.

For You have paid the price for me.
With Your blood You ransomed me.
I will serve You eternally.
A free man I'll never be.

Steve Croft


I tasted this song anew Sunday when I was enlightened concerning its origins or muse if you will.

From Exodus 21: 2-6

"When you buy a slave, he shall serve six years, and in the seventh he shall go out free, for nothing. If he comes in single, he shall go out single; if he comes in married, then his wife shall go out with him. If his master gives him a wife and she bears him sons or daughters, the wife and her children shall be her master’s, and he shall go out alone.

But if the slave plainly says, 'I love my master, my wife, and my children; I will not go out free,' Then his master shall bring him to God, and he shall bring him to the door or the doorpost. And his master shall bore his ear through with an awl, and he shall be his slave forever."

Free will declaration of love for ones master along with love for ones wife and children. Sounds a lot like:

"You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the great and first commandment. And a second is like it: You shall love your neighbor as yourself." Matthew 22: 37-39

Pierce my ear!

"Everyone who commits sin is a slave to sin"
Jesus - John 8

I chose to be a slave to God.

"The slave does not remain in the house forever; the son remains forever"
Jesus - John 8

"For all who are led by the Spirit of God are sons of God"
Romans 8

"For in Christ Jesus you are all sons of God, through faith"
Galatians 3

Through Spirit and Faith in Christ grant me sonship, oh Lord.

I fear not the blazing fire and darkness of sin and death, but I have come to Mount Zion and to the city of the living God where the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus has set me free.
Hebrew 12

Freedom I find in you, Lord. You only.
Set my mind on the Spirit. So that I may attain life and peace.

Shekhinah

Shekhinah – The Holy Presence of God, The Glory, The Spirit. Attendance - that can be felt, tasted, heard, smelt, and seen. Oh, how glorious is God - that indwells our very souls. What a magnificent interaction of Spirit and body.

Samuel and Mattie love to help. They love to be involved. They love to be needed. Being Spring, we recently began the cultivation of our garden. And in this process, Kaisha and I decided to allow the kids to plant seeds of their own. We where advised of the fast germination of radishes to reveal quick growth to children. Great advice! No more than 4 days after we first submersed the seeds into soil did we have some action.

With honor, we witnessed small shoots of green reach into the air attempting escape from the very dirt in which their roots and fruit will soon be immersed. This miracle of life echoed back it's immense power and complex beauty with broad smiles and mischievous giggles.

This breathtaking observance of God reaching in and touching my children was made ever richer by their own reply.

Their relationship with eternity has already begun.

Joy puddles under my eyes.

Brilliance of life seeps into every moment - as if to whisper the very essence of the Divine.

Called out

While in the process of preparing my family for church this past Sunday morning I was, for lack of a better phrase, “Called out”. It was my loving wife who thought necessary to put me in my place.

As she entered the room, in which I sat, she declared a household “State of Emergency” and requested further assistance in the process.

You see, we start a shouting match of sorts just about the second we roll out of bed in the morning.

I parade through the house giving the official countdown to the precise moment in which we need to be leaving the driveway. Mind you an extra few minutes are always factored in for locking the door, actually making it to the car (a number of distractions can and do prolong this process when one is orchestrating a chorus of two and four year olds), and for the buckling in of the children. Usually a spare minute is also included for re-entry of the home in order to retrieve a forgotten item: possibly a bible, a few diapers, maybe a cherished baby doll or Spiderman action figure.

The countdown or shouting match includes “Ten minutes, Five minutes, Two minutes…we should have been in the car Two minutes ago, Five minutes ago, Ten minutes ago.” This has become such a routine that we in fact will over emphasis where we are in the process. “I’ve got the kids, I’ve the got the keys, I’m in the car”, when in fact we are not yet out of the shower.

All this said I hold additional habits in the morning which generally include the reading of a brief excerpt from some random source of literature. This was my position as Kaisha entered the room. I may have even yelled back through the hallway that we had only a few minutes left or that I was in the car; just before she found me seated, perusing a book.

“If you would stop reading and get out here and help, this would go a lot smoother.”
Kaisha pronounced.

Fantastic unbeknownst truth flew in and slapped my face broadside. (Figuratively of course; Kaisha in no way abused me this past Sunday)

How often do we get caught up in praying, meditating, reading, analyzing God and his Word. We may morph this process into small group settings of bible “Study” or "Corporate worship and prayer" and claim action or works since we include others in the process. (I in no way wish to examine these practices as incomplete or wrong. I, in fact, proclaim the deepening of spiritual growth, reasoning, and understanding as my forte which is found not only in logical and rational analysis but also in spiritual and emotional experience.)

BUT

What about real action? What about missional growth and service to our communities? What about evangelism? What would happen if we made time to stop reading and help a little? I believe the question as well as the answer is found in the above story. This Kingdom of God - would go a lot smoother.

We are charged to cloth the poor and feed the hungry.

“Whoever has two tunics is to share with him who has none, and whoever has food is to do the same." Luke 3:11

We are commanded to share the gospel to the world.

“Go into the entire world and preach the good news to all creation.” Mark 16:15

There is much righteousness to be found in the pursuit of holiness and prayerful mediation of the scriptures, but there also is great faith to be found and given, in the carrying out of the practical works shown to us by Jesus. Take a moment to read (and I do ask for a stay on the irony here) any one of the gospels and you will see that Jesus was a man of action. He knew the scriptures and he spent time in prayer, but his actions seem to get the most acclaim.

Somehow we are to change our pattern of simple holy living and bring Christ to the streets. We need to not only bring people to church but we need to take the Church to people.

A Certain Place

There is a certain place I frequent to walk arm in arm with our Lord.

At this place the Glory of God shines down and sparkles reflection on the living waters of creation. At this place I witness the light of Jesus echo to God through men.

I approach evidence of burnt offering. I smell the aroma of blood and sacrifice . Obedience to soften the wrath of God.

I look to the left upon views of pain. Frustrated chaos grows. There is no respect for the Maker there.

I look to the right to find the mercy seat of GOD. I approach. I ask for the Son of God to yield his sword and cut to the marrow that separates my goat from my sheep, my evil from my good, my hell from my view of Glory. I ask for the quickened Word to penetrate my being and teach me of Grace and Love.

I then turn from the sight of God and see a tree. A tree that was once crooked, but is now straightened. I weep. I am the tree. I was broken and dead. But, now through trembling, through fire, through the grace and love of Christ I am made straight.

Walking further to the right I see an alter built of stone. A perfect circle. I am glad. I am impressed. But, this alter does not shine the Glory of God. It shines the Glory of men. I am lost once more. I turn away.

The illumination of God has not ceased. Glory remains. The light shines down. In the distance seagulls cry. I recall Christ’s words "If they do not, then these very stones will cry out to me".

I again am made able to see. I am refreshed once more. I walk to the Bema and fall, requesting the mercy that is offered.

I walk anew and am filled with Joy. My heart sings as I leave the Glory, but for a short time, in order to bring many men back to this place.

A walk

I came across the below murmurings which apparently I composed 11/05/2007.


I took a walk with God this morn, in hopes of love and joy
I have been walking in this manner, since I was just a boy

I regret the wrongs I do commit, I wish for guidance more
And when my judgment comes, one day, I’m sure the Lord be torn

For there are days that I cannot quench, my indwell’n spirit’s thirst
And then there are the other days filled with horrid evil bursts

I pray that I could walk the path, of the pure and of the right
But then I fall once more as I begin to let God out of my sight

My soul’s fate, continues to remain in the Savior’s blood
Praise God for this or I would be doomed, to rot in eternal mud.

Thirst

I was told of a story this morning concerning the search for a gas station. My guide in the tale was referring to her experience of nearly running out of gas. Her vehicle was indeed running on fumes as her thoughts focused solely on attaining fuel. Liken to the parable of the widow that searched all over for her lost coin or the shepard looking for his wandering sheep she continued her narrative. However, the perspective portrayed was reversed. The idea was not of how God looks for his called, but how his called look for him.

The teller of the story emphasized the desperate need to find gas and paralleled the experience to how when we are in need of God we are parched with thirst. We desire God to the point that if we do not find him somewhere and soon, we will run out of fuel. We will stop. There will be no more movement in our life until we find that living water of God.

Reminds one of David's prose “As the deer panteth for flowing streams of water, so pants my soul for you, O God.” Psalms 42

How filling is the constant hunger and thirst of righteousness. How wonderful is the pursuit. There is joy not only at the conclusion of such a search but glory to be felt in the quest itself.
Bask, my friend, in the light that makes clear the path and savor your time. The destination and the journey are indeed united in embrace.

Vision?

To date I have not completely formed my personal opinion on the validity of visions and the present experience of them. To be more concise, I am not sure if the event of a dream or vision is indeed an encounter with the Spirit of God. I do desire the thought that this is true. However, in absence of proper meditation, prayer, and study on the same I cannot be certain. Never the less, regardless of absolute understanding I did have a thought last night which was made known to me through the combination of a rational train of thought and unconscious imagery.

As I lay down to sleep, I began a brief daily prayer as most of us do. Thankfulness, Awe, requests for protection of family and home. As I began to dose, I began to wrestle with the Lord in regard to sins and issues in my life that I seem to struggle with constantly. I took the position that if some divine sight was granted to me, that if I could see the demons beforehand then I could avoid interaction. In my mind I was concerning myself with large struggles, major events, happenings that would be obvious to most anyone.

Then

As I slipped into quiet rest, the image of a most serene countryside appeared. A landscape of virgin green grass draped in new foliage of long standing trees complete with warmth reminiscent of a spring day. A slight breeze swirled the clouds of the cobalt sky. A simple place with no threat or concern.

As I scanned the horizon a banner or flag-shaped object suddenly appeared . As the facade of the flowing banner was pealed away the presence of a demonic force came to light. There was a little troll like being that was all the time present behind the covering of the flag.

Instantly, I woke and was enlightened to know that evil is not only found in the open but conceals itself in every possible position. The Devil has been given dominion over this earth and will use all ends to accomplish his confusion.

I know - an obvious revelation at best. But – maybe an answer to a prayer. Maybe we do not need to see the absolute depravity of this world. Maybe we would be terrified at every turn if we knew the true darkness that surrounds. I like to think that the darkness that is revealed to us is done so with purpose. Maybe our sins and struggles are meant to try us by fire in order to cultivate who we are to be.

Praise God for the gift of relative peace. May we be ever watchful of the enemy even in our Joy. For although Christ has overcome the world we continue to drudge through it. Our mission is not yet complete. May we strive to realize all that Jesus Christ has and will continue to do for the world. May we be compelled to reflect his light so that others can find the Way. And in doing so those others will reflect the light back so we may see.

I would rather see the Light. Concentrate on the Light. Follow the Light.

Be aware of evil, but definitely not look for it.

Reason

There are many world-views of our GOD. Many labels placed upon people who hold certain theological perspectives. Much criticism and theoretical analysis. For any layman, such as myself, who begins to dig into the vast pit of ideas available for consumption there seems to be enough judgment and self righteousness to keep one’s mind occupied for eternity. This may be the way the devil wants it; this may be the way God wants it; I am not sure. Organic conversations of theism that either bring hell upon people attempting to sort through the whole of idea or fantastic topics for someone’s next encounter with humanity in the form of friendly discussion. The murmur of confused souls will be with us for the duration. Myself included, I add to this perplexed roar of diametric rational and mystic argument.

What can I say, I enjoy the dance. The rhythm. The flow. The gee and haw of life.

I do not enjoy it when a certain strain of truth is placed upon the messenger with condemnation. No one man can effectively communicate all of thought, reason, emotion, and spirit in one fell swoop. Therefore, any one theory or doctrine seems far too concentrated to give all inclusive meaning.

The most accurate attempt for this inclusiveness was that of Paul in Corinthians 2 when he claims to present nothing but “Jesus Christ and him crucified.”

Enough said.

But how hard the silence: even Paul continues

“My message and my preaching were not with wise and persuasive words, but with a demonstration of the Spirit's power, so that your faith might not rest on men's wisdom, but on God's power.”

Even Paul attempts to bring further truth, further rational. Funny, how truth seems to exist separate from explanation and analytical thought. Funnier still is when folks begin to rely on reason and the ability to reason as truth, not simply a communicational link to the vast chasm of truth itself. Truth is not exclusive to reason but indeed originates in spirit.

“This is what we speak, not in words taught us by human wisdom but in words taught by the Spirit, expressing spiritual truths in spiritual words.” Corinthians 2:13

Never the less, I must concede, I find great intrigue in the written as well as the spoken word, which is birthed out of reason. However, I also enjoy swimming in the pool of mystical experience. For how can one begin to reason and write if there is nothing to reason and write about?

The muse my friends is spirit. Enjoy the conversation but rely on the truth to give Life.

Reap

As the rain and the snow
come down from heaven,
and do not return to it
without watering the earth
and making it bud and flourish,
so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,
so is my word that goes out from my mouth:
It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.
Isaiah 55:10–11

Sowing the seeds of the Kingdom have always been wonderful in concept. We let go of our illusions of control. We simply toss the truth outward and let God give the increase. "Those who have ears, let them hear."

But, consider that the farmer doesn't simply sow arbitrarily. The farmer sows for gain, for food, for profit. This is his vocation. He prepares the land. He calculates the soil's fertility. He gives careful analysis to all the cares of seeding the land long before he commences the act of sowing.

Why?

To ensure, to the best of his ability, a fine crop. A crop that will provide for his family. A crop that will allow nourishment and sustenance. A crop that will assist the next generation of growth.

We, the farmers, are to sow the kingdom of heaven in full reliance on God and his nurturing growth. However, at the same time, we are to turn over the land. We are to cultivate the soil.

And we are to expect the bounty.

Our development of relationships will reciprocate. We will be nourished by the fruit of the harvest. Both in the consuming of the produce as well as the joy of the knowledge of future crops. We do reap what we sow.

There will be seed for the sower and bread for the eater.

Fruit has a purpose - to nourish.

Stay

"The tree is an intrinsically "numinous" being. Solidified, a great fountain of life rises in the trunk, spreads in the branches, scatters in a spray of leaves and flowers and fruits. With a slow, silent ferocity the roots go burrowing down into the earth. Tender, yet irresistible, life battles with the unliving stones and has the mastery. Half hidden in the darkness, half displayed in the air of heaven, the tree stands there, magnificent..."
Aldous Huxley, The Olive Tree

"He is like a tree planted by streams of water"
David of the Psalms concerning righteous men

Righteousness is full of brilliance. If you are in the Light, you are awe-inspiring. Stay. Do not waver. Have courage. The hosts of heaven are on your side.

The "I AM"

"I am the way and the truth and the life... You may ask me for anything in my name, and I will do it. So that the Son may bring glory to the Father."
Jesus the Christ

The way of truth is life. If we grasp truth then anything is possible. The possibilities bring glory, bring illumination, bring understanding of GOD.

T. S. Elliot once wrote concerning the art of poetry in relation to past influence. His inference is that any true art is in fact non-personal and thus non-original. That true art simply is. That the artist, in this case a poet, is in fact regurgitating experience and outside stimuli. That the origin of any art is a moot point. There are simply new configurations of existing ideas.

To excentuate this point I recall a quote,

"Anything deemed original is merely the origin forgotten"

Wonderfully, I have forgotten the author of this thought.

All this said; the Way, the Truth, and the Life simply is...it always has been and will always be...there is no originality to it...it is...

Jesus is the tangible expression of this truth. He is the action, the work, the poem resulting from Love, from Truth, from God...

All other human tangible forms must enter "The Way" through him...there is indeed no other original or alternate path, but all must consider him...and in considering him we must all consider his action, his work, his poem as regurgitation from the Father.

The Trinity

Last evening, I was educated concerning "The Trinity" from my four year old son.

Apparently, a couple of his buddies have been discussing the location of GOD.

• Samuel, my son, stated that his friend Gavin had advised that, "God is in Heaven".
• He further divulged his cousin Caleb's comment. That God, "Died on the cross for us".
• And when I asked him where he thought God was he proclaimed, "God is in your heart".

Fantastic answers all. Apparently, even through the eyes of four year old boys GOD is represented by: The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit.

I am compelled

Man wakes. Man plants his feet firmly on the ground. Man Stretches. Man Yawns. Man walks lazily to open the window and allow the sun access to his inner home. Man then is compelled to leave his comfort. Leave his coffee. He is compelled to begin the work before him. Man traverses his property to tread upon the prepared earth. Man plunges his calloused paw into a worn satchel of seed. He broadcasts the potential crop onto the land. Joy fills the man. He reclines against a tree; closes his eyes and breaths his last breath. In the physical he departs. In the spiritual he arrives.

The rains come. The sun shines. The crop grows. Fruit has come forth for consumption. Seed has come forth to be redistributed.

I am compelled.