Sunday, February 8, 2015

New Body

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Little Dancer

Lying on my bed, still and alone, I stare at my ceiling and listen.  I hear trucks passing on the highway, tires hitting ruts in the overused pavement.  Horns honking as pedestrians and drivers battle for right away.  Dogs bark, asserting their authority over their domain.  Voices yell, as domestic disputes spill outside the door of frayed homes.  My own house creaks and sighs as wind and weather rattle against its walls.  Cats cry and scurry within my rooms, affirming supremacy over one another.  My own heart beats and races, never stopping or resting.  Blood cells pump through my veins in the ever constant attempt to appease the demanding cells they serve.  My lungs pull in air, seeking the precious unseen oxygen, never reaching satisfaction.  Thoughts race on tracks through my mind, in a race that has no beginning or end.  Even in the stillness, nothing is still. 

For we know that the whole creation groans and labors with birth pangs together until now.  Not only that, but we also who have the first-fruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, eagerly waiting for the adoption, the redemption of our body.  Romans 8:22-23

In a world ever seeking for peace and “tranquility”, nothing is at peace, nothing is ever still.  Every body, every mind, every cell is battling for its space, its time.  The body lusting for pleasures and fulfillment.  The mind seeks answers and affirmation.  The constant rustle of disquiet ever lingers.  Even though my eyes cannot see and my ears cannot hear, my mind knows that the groaning and pains do not just rest at the limit of my senses.  Babies cry in hunger, children weak with thirst, men no place to lie down, woman no clothes to wear.  Forests are torn down, rocks are dug up, oceans become stale with death and air polluted with muck. 

Then to Adam He said,… “cursed is the ground for your sake; in toil you shall eat of it all the days of your life.  Both thorns and thistles it shall bring forth for you, and you shall eat the herbs of the field.” Genesis 3:17-18 

Laying here on my bed, every second I age, every second a part of me dies.  When Lord?  When will it all end?  Lord when will the battle, the destruction take it final plunge?

For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. Ephesians 6:12

In a realm between sleep and awake, in a place the mind and imagination surge together, I see.  I see the Lord’s hand stretched out to this restless dying vessel that contains me.  With the touch of His hand, the decaying flesh of this life is stripped away.  It falls to the dust like a withered husk.  In its place I stand, a new me. I body no longer hungry or thirsty, no longer tired or weak.  Skin bright and glowing.  Flesh warm and light.  The air around me wraps me in its warm embrace like a wool blanket.  The earth beneath my feet, soft and smooth, secures and protects my steps.  The Lord holds my hand and in the cool comfort of the trees we walk.  Water flows from the ground beautiful and clear.  Birds sing in the air and deer graze in the fields.  I look around and see so many others, some I should know, some I do not but we are new, new bodies, new flesh.  Together we walk, never tiring, never thirsting.   We just enjoy the pleasure of His company.

For our citizenship is in heaven, from which we also eagerly wait for the Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our lowly body that it may be conformed to His glorious body, according to the working by which He is able even to subdue all things to Himself.  Philippians 3:20-21

I wake and find myself still on my bed, still in my room, still in my decaying flesh.  The moment has not come. My body is still dying.  The world is still waiting, still paining for His return.  But a voice in the stillness speaks to me, reminds me that I am not alone.  Though my body is dying and weak, His Spirit is strong. 

“I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.  Galatians 2:20

So here I am still, in His hands I wait and I LIVE. 


For to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain.  Philippians 1:21   

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Living Stones

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Remnants
The lot was empty, long has been the time since it last held a structure or building.  Trees had already begun to take root and weeds freely spread throughout its empty crevices.  Roots and rocks pushed through what once may have been beautiful and grand.  The image of a glorious temple, pillars of marble and stone, great doors of wood and bronze, with inlayed designs of gold and silver.  Such a structure would have been a glory to behold.  Then with the sweep of a hand it disappeared into the fire.  Stone smashing stone and walls pushed to earth, it disappeared into infinity.  The place that people flocked to see, the structure that was the pride of its nation, was just a thorn of memories to those who looked upon its remains.  Would it ever be rebuilt, would there ever be another?

Over time feet refused to tread these hallowed grounds, grounds where death had taken its victory dance.  People would take other routes to their destination.  Going miles out of their way to avoid this place, averting the feeling of an uncomfortable encounter.  No one wanted to remember the defeat, the hopeless lose it conveyed.  But was that the end?  Was there no hope left?     

Even the rocks themselves lost hope of ever being remembered.  Would anyone ever seek them out, pursue them for a purpose greater than this?  The sun baking down and ground drying up, they just lie in wait.  With only a sliver of hope to hold them together, lest they turned to dust on the spot, they waited. 
“Coming to Him as to a living stone, rejected indeed by men, but chosen by God and precious, you also are living stones, are being built up a spiritual house, a holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ.”  1 Peter 2:4,5

But then the day came, feet ventured in, ever carefully treading.  Each step taken in care and confidence.  Hands taking up rocks and pebbles alike.  Wiping away dirt and muck, to see the shining beauty locked beneath.  To the center of this abandoned lot He ventured, to a place long forgotten by all.  A stone He placed there; vary different than others.  This stone shone no beauty or gloss.  It was scarred and scratched with colorless facade.  A stone rejected by all of the builders preceeding.  But it stood strong and welcoming to those stones that lay around it.  It welcomed the broken and forgotten to come, to be part of its design.

With care and intricate work, the builder labored, placing one stone on another.  Hours passed and still He worked.  One on another He placed them, cleaning and caring for each one as He went.  Hours became days and weeks and months.  What once was one wall; became two and then three and four.  Rocks came from all around, rolling in to take their place in this new structure.  Even rocks broken and faded came to be part.  No rock was turned away, all were welcomed in. 

“For you were like sheep going astray, but have now returned to the Shepherd and Overseer of your souls” 1 Peter 2:25

What once was an empty lot, now housed a structure like no other, a new temple.  It did not hold the grand stones of its predecessor with marble strength and gold and silver inlay.  This new temple housed living stones, stones of all shapes and sized.  Some small, some large, some flat, some round but each one had its place in the building they constructed.  Each one served a purpose.  Each one was placed with care. 

And that stone that the builder placed, the first, the stone no other builder would have used, it stood as the Cornerstone for all the others.  On it shoulders it carried the weight of all that came to It.  It stood as the conqueror that no enemy would destroy.


“The stone which the builders rejected has become the chief cornerstone.  This was the Lord’s doing; it is marvelous in our eyes.  This is the day the Lord has made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.”  Psalm 118:22-24  

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Mirrored Reflection

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Rippled Reflection

 
I stand at the glass and see the image of reflection it projects. I do not recognize the image set before me.  The shriveled creature with fear and worry shackled to the wrist and ankle.  Eyes swollen in agony, hair matted in shaggy clumps, clothing covered in filth and blood, bruised and broken.  Chains of binding sin and death pull back in an unrelenting torment.  Who is this creature, it surely cannot be me! 

“The pangs of death surrounded me, and the floods of ungodliness made me afraid.  The sorrows of Sheol surrounded me; the snares of death confronted me.”  Psalm 18:4, 5

Am I this broken creature, unrecognizable as a human being?  I touch the reflection to find the image, to feel it’s shriveled skin but cold hard glass is all that greats me.  The chains pull and cut at my skin, muscles scream at the restraints that bind me.  Fear surrounds me.  Worry and anxiety come down like a flood water to engulf me.  Is there no freedom from these binds?  Is there no air to fill these starving lungs.  I cry out in my agony, I cry for help in my distress.

“In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried out to my God; He heard my voice from His temple, and my cry came before him, even to His ears.”  Psalm 18:6

I fell against the glass, searching the image beyond for anything, any hope of freedom from this tomb.  I beat on the glass, desperate for relief, desperate to be free.  My tears touch the image, my hands press on its hands, trying to feel something except cold hard loneliness.

“The Lord thundered from heaven, and the Most High uttered His voice, hailstones and coals of fire.”  Psalm 18:13 

Crack!  The image shatters before me.  The pieces fall to the floor in a shower.  I huddle back in fear, bewildered by the event before me.  Who shattered the image, who shattered my tormenting companion?  I uncover my face, wipe the dirt from my eyes.  An image stands before me, one different than before.  This image is not me, this I feel sure.  With hands pierced with holes and robe dipped in blood, He stands tall, confident, true!  Eyes clear and wide, He smiles back, an expression foreign and otherworldly to one as me.  I reach to the glass, my fingers searching for understanding.  What before was cold and hard, now feels soft and inviting.  The image in the glass reaches as well, reaches through the glass, fingers on fingers, inviting, welcoming. 

“He sent from above, He took me; He drew me out of many waters.  He delivered me from my strong enemy, from those who hated me, for they were too strong for me.”  Psalm 18:16, 17

 He pulls on my hands, pulls me forward into the glass, into the image of who He is.  The shackles that bind me brake and fall.  The flood that filled my lungs is held back as this person, this image of someone stronger than I, pulls me in.

“He also brought me out into a broad place; He delivered me because he delighted in me.” Psalm 18:19

“I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live but Christ lives in me; and  the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.”  Galatians 2:20   

Within the glass, I am wrapped in a hug of warmth and peace. I am no longer alone, no longer afraid or dead.  Light surrounds me and life fills me.  The image, the reflection is no longer a mirror but a tomb for the death and shackles of sin and fear that once held me.  They cannot pass through the glass, cannot penetrate into the image of the One who now contains me.  I am no longer the reflection in the glass.  I am free from the shackles, barred by the impenetrable barrier that blocks them.

“As far as the east is from the west, so far has He removed our transgressions from us.”  Psalm 103:12

“For You will light my lamp; the Lord My God will enlighten my darkness.”  Psalm 18:28

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Battlefield


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“For the word of God is living and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the division of soul and spirit and of joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.  And there is no creature hidden from His sight but all things are naked and open to the eyes of Him whom we must give account.”  Hebrews 4:12-13 (NKJV)

I am a soldier standing in the field dazed and confused as to the outcome of the battle that played out before me.  Men and woman yelling, spewing their curses to the one for which they attack.  Commanders lead the assault, horsed snort their protest of being pushed in such a futile fight.  Spears and swords sharpened to bring death on the enemy they do not know. 
The One we attack, the One we call our enemy, stands brighter and more glorious than the sun itself on the clearest of days.  The sword in His hand, a fire of glory and power surge from its blade.  We can barely look upon this point of our assault but the commanders still scream their orders to attack.
                Now I stand in tears with many others.  All wondering aimlessly and lost amidst the remnants of a battle that was foolish to pursue.  Our arrogance and pride ripped away, armor tossed aside, cloths shredded, spears and swords shatters.  We should never have fought this battle but foolishness is such a convincing companion.  The cold and nakedness of loss are overwhelming to me in my broken state of defeat. 
                I see the One we attacked, the One we gathered to assault with our biggest and sharpest of weaponry.  He does not gloat over a victory fulfilled or proudly pushing aside the wounded for which the battle left behind.  I stare at this pinnacle of righteousness standing before me.  Tears in His eyes, He wipes the torn and bleeding faces that huddle before him.  His own hands He soils with the dirt we still carry in our grip.  One by one He picks up the wounded and defeated that lye out before Him.  He cleans the wounds and mends the broken.  He gives new garments, clean and white for the shredded threads that no longer cover the naked guilt that we carry.  He kisses each of our heads and calls us His own.  All drop their swords and spears in submission to this One whom they once looked upon as the enemy.  Even those on the verge of death, He breathes life into their lungs and brings them back from the abyss to be His own.  
The sword which he carries becomes a garment of grace, in which he wraps those gathered before Him.  His warmth and peace pour out from the threads of this garment in which He wraps all of His own.  

“The Lord will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble.  And those who know Your name will put their trust in You; for You, Lord, have not forsaken those who seek You.”  Psalm 9:9-10 (NKJV)

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Prosperity vs. Promise

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I just read Psalm 73 and for some reason the intensity of it is overwhelming to me.  The wicked and sinful of the world grow in prosperity while those called to Christ struggle to make ends meet.  The sinful become more boastful and arrogant in each passing day, while Christ own are chastised and punished for calling upon His name.  I can’t help but question why is the sin of the world allowed to run so rampantly and become so acceptable.  . 

                “For I was envious of the boastful, when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.” Psalm 73:3

Just watch the evening news for fifteen minutes and the acts of man make you just want to break down in tears.  Men tear each other down to rubble and self indulgence is considered the acceptable choice.  Christ word is thrown to the fire as men turn to sin as their given right.

“They scoff and speak wickedly concerning oppression; they speak loftily.  They set their mouth against the heavens, and their tongue walks through the earth.”  Psalm 73:8-9

I look at my life and know I am guilty of questioning the why’s in the world.  It’s a matter of vision that I know I have questioned more than once without completely comprehending my own thoughts.  The Psalmist struggled and questioned these things just as I have and wanted to look as his own acts of obedience as vanity.  Why should we obey?  Why walk in righteousness when sin brings visible prosperity. 

                “Surely I have cleansed my heart in vain, and washed my hands in innocence.” Psalms 17:13

Even people who claim the word of God as their calling to action forget the truth of who Christ really is.  They take up violence as their calling, using God as their reason for shedding blood instead of speaking Christ’s Love.  “He who does not love does not know God, for God is love.” (1 John 4:8)  War, hatred, false submission and acceptance seem to be the winning parties in these last days. 

“When I thought how to understand this, it was too painful for me – Until I went into the sanctuary of God; Then I understood their end.” Psalm 73:16-17

From my small place in this picture, the portrait as a whole seems hopeless and futile.  But then I see God’s heart, Christ’s words and the promises that He gave.  Then I see that the WAR HAS BEEN WON, the victory has been given!  The actions of the wicked are temporary but the promises of God are everlasting.

“As a dream when one awakes, So, Lord when you awake, You shall despise their image.” Psalm 73:20

I know to whom I belong and to what purpose my life will serve.  Though the world does not know Him, He is still present and he has already won the war.  The world will continue to rebel against Him but He will continue to be present.  He will not leave or forsake those who call upon His name.  He will fulfill His promise of Love to those who call upon Him.  Our prosperity does not look like that of the world.  Our treasure does not rust or crumble.  Our reward cannot be stolen or destroyed. 

“Who have I in heaven but You?  And there is none upon earth that I desire besides you.  My flesh and heart fail; but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” Psalm 73:25-26

Though the skies seem dark and the storms churn on a violent offensive, I know to whom I belong and why I have continued to live the life of obedience.   To Jesus I belong and to Him I obey.  “God is love” and to Him I surely belong.

 

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Honor Thy Father and Mother

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Piece of The Past

I can hear the television blaring in the other room.  My father can’t hear vary well and so in response it gets turned up to theater blasting volume to compensate for his difficulty in hearing.  As long as I don’t mind hearing the theme music to Magnificent 7 in every inch of the house it really isn’t an issue.  How many people understand what it’s like to have someone who fits in this category within their home?  I imagine many do and many know the work and care involved with taking care of someone who unfortunately at this point is no longer the person they once were.  Sometimes you have to correct them for doing something they shouldn’t, like give the cat table food when the cat, who has a potential medical issue really can’t have it.  It gets frustrating and stressful sometimes, reminding, explaining and answering questions but am I above this responsibility for any reason.  Am I for some reason worthy of not having to take care of those who spent a large part of their adult life bringing me into and carrying me through this life?

I realize how easy it is to categorize people in separate groups, the young, the adult, the middle aged and the old.  It’s as if we are separate races sometimes and not all the same people.  How often do we look at someone who is older and dealing with a physical or mental condition that is slowly stealing their independence to life and completely forget the fact that is person once was us?  They once were the young vibrant youth, making mistakes and living on the edge.  Do any of us really realize that those eyes and hands have seen and touched more time and places than their mind may ever know?  They were once the youthful foolish folly that I still hold on to.  I try to be the adult with spouse and family, attempting to be the responsible parent.  At times it seems like a nearly impossible task that really should come with an instruction manual and perhaps a map to guide the way. 

Ever look in the face of a person whose hair is thin and white and skin is creased with the years of their journey and wish you could ask them their story.  Ever just want to know, what have they seem and heard? What have they learned on their road that perhaps I can use as I still struggle to take my journey and still cutting my path through this deep intense jungle of life.  Remember those who came before you.  Remember they are not strangers or aliens, they are just you. Their hair may be a little whiter and steps a little smaller but at one point in their lives they were the daredevil or the singer or the jokester or the hero.  They walked the steps we now take and made the mistakes we are now facing.  It may seem like a bother sometimes or a burden but never forget that it is not that high a price to pay for a life that has concurred so much and seem so many things.  They become the teachers and we are the students.  Give them a hand or an ear because they already gave so much and we can at least give our best to make these years truly blessed.  At this point in their lives they deserve the mansion on the hill because they truly did work for it.

Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long upon the land which the Lord your God is giving you. Exodus 20:12 (NKJV)

Sunday, April 6, 2014

The Roaring Mind

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Devil's Den

The mind, the most powerful instrument or organ God ever created.  It has the power to creature beauty or bring destruction.  It is the source of words and actions that can restore life or steal it away.  It can be like a raging bull, unable to be controlled or corralled.  It can be a diligent conductor, directing the mouth and body to do things of strength and honor.  It can go mad, it can be brilliant.  The mind is so intriguing, yet so dangerous.  We try to understand it, try to quiet it.  At times we attempt to control it or want to erase it.  How can we truly understand it? 

I have seen my mind feel broken and weak; it has been wild and a blur.  I have seen it be brilliant and beautiful, creative and loving.  I have seen the full spectrum of emotion and thought travel through this organ that is my brain.  I understand hate, I understand loathing and darkness.  I understand longing and loneliness.  I have seen my mind wish for death, long to be brought to its end.  I have seen it yearn for the future and dream of the beyond.  It has gone wild and has been halted to a complete stop.  At times I fear my mind, I fear what it will think, what it will long to do.  Will I lose it, will I forget it.  It is the one thing that without we are nothing.  It defines us, makes us the personality we are.  No matter how far science advances, the mind is the one thing that cannot be recreated or replaced.  We can create limbs and replace organs, graft skin and grow hair, rebuild bone and restore tissue but the mind is irreplaceable.

Can anyone control this raging lion that stirs in my skull?  He roars and lashes demanded to be noticed, commanding to be heard.  My mouth at times opens in a flood of words or remains locked to imprison the whirling inside.  The only peace I have, the only tamer of my thoughts, the one who can conquer the raging beast, He is the only one who can see the depths of my turmoil, bring light to my darkness.  He has gone to the depths physically, mentally and emotionally yet was not defeated by the beast that resides there.  He defeated the beast that lurks in the darkness and whispers his detestable lies into my ears.  Jesus Christ alone has been the only true tamer of this ravenous creation that is my mind!

 For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind. II Timothy 1:7 (NKJV)