Oh what joy in fellowship.
I believe that relationship is more the glue of this world. Just as there is this strong force that hold even the proton and neutron together, their is an incredibly, understated force that holds us together. I am not saying that we are going to fall apart, literally. I am saying that we will not be together, healthy, well.
These protons and neutrons that make up all of life are held together by what science calls nuclear binding energy. I think that this energy can be a real hint into a well rounded, Christ-like life. It needs to be bonded with an energy source. Just like our bodies need the whole of all parts working together to function properly, we as the followers of Christ needs that same functioning. And just like our atoms that we are made up of, there is a force that has to be a constant connecting power between us. The Holy Bonding Energy. Aka: Holy Spirit.
I must share too. When one submits itself and allows this undeniable power to come and take over life living, it is unstoppable the effect that it will have on a people group.
I taste this. It is good. I know the wholeness that can come after a true meeting with one another. I know that it is a deep desire we all have to be in a place and know that you belong there. That you were chosen as one of the people meeting in that place.
This is the grace. These longings unfulfilled can be washed and dyed into a cloth of beautiful usefulness. To a tapestry of color with purpose. We have to make the first baby step to the connecting place. We have to enter into the atom where the protons and neurons are connecting and plug into the nucleolus using that great Holy Bonding Energy as our shelter and our guide. We can stand behind a shield of faith knowing that God is not going to lead us to a place of failure. Our most Gracious Heavenly Father does not want us alone. He has designed us for relationships. It is our energy source. He has provided a family for us. And He is the Loving Father actively watching over us all. Working Himself moment by moment into the weave of who we are
Oh how sweet it is when sisters and brothers gather together in unity! Psalm 133:1
For this I am Thankful
Friday, December 2, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
The Point
Philippians 2 :1-11
So if there is any encouragement in Christ, any comfort from love, any participation in the Spirit, any affection and sympathy, complete my joy by being of the same mind, having the same love, being in full accord and of one mind. Do nothing from rivalry or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others. Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus,who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but made himself nothing, taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. Therefore God has highly exalted him and bestowed on him the name that is above every name, so that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Polyandrium
The realness of our Savior and the nearness of His Spirit brings humble heaviness on my head and heart, crushing cheekbones to the carpet of this deceiving world. I feel the sting of a friend's slow, painful, cancer filled death. I see another.
No care for the sacrificed paid on his behalf. Knowing full well the price Christ paid for his very life and trading it in for every quick fill that leaves emptiness in it's wake. With a glad heart I rejoice in the vision of my free friend dancing before our Father. The Greatest Lover. I imagine the tears gone and youth restored. She followed the Savior and gave what she had.
With unbearable anguish I cry over my other's stench pond of choices that leaves him floating down a river with a waterfall of reaping that will leave him dead as well. With an angry heart full of frstration at the weaknes of will I will imagine the Father not recognizing Him and I will cry even in heaven for his fate. Unforgiveness, abuse, idolitry, immoralities, the list goes on....was it worth it? Did it give you even a morsel of what it took? It's hurts to imagine.
Please Father make him obey you! But the Father draws us he does not hold us up and demmand we choose Him. He answers the knock, He does not come univited. So I return. Cheek to the carpet. Begging for mercy for the ones I love.
We are choosing to acknowledge Christ as all, but denying the reality of neither giving or submitting to Christ as the keeper of our days. Does this world not see the love? Why do we allow flesh and empty passions rule? What do they offer us that is so good, when the next day we are back to the drawing board. Was a night out that great? Was that new thing you tried that rewarding? Christ allowed himself to be mocked by the Romans soldiers. (Mark 15:16-20) We still mock Him today! It is not enough to acknowledge. He gave all and demands all! Is it not in His right to decide?
Mark 15:16-20 "Do not be deceived: God is not mocked, for whatever one sows, that will he also reap. For the one who sows to his own flesh will from the flesh reap corruption, but the one who sows to the Spirit will from the Spirit reap eternal life. And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up. So then, as we have opportunity, let us do good to everyone, and especially to those who are of the household of faith."
"I see the mountain so high and jagged.it seems impassible and an unrelenting journey" my lost friend cries silently in their darkness of heart."If God just knew what was in me, what I have done, what others have done to me, what I have put myself, and the people I love through." Let us remember the grace filled communion. Break the bread, His body broken for me and for you. God is not mocked. Drink the wine His blood spilled out. The great sacrifice ending the great battle being played out in this world. It is finished. It has been won. The Victory is the Lord's. You will be a slave to one or the other. And unlike most slaves you get the ultimate choice who you serve. Life or death. It will be one or the other. We must not blame evil any longer, we must not blame God. We must choose to see. He has Grace. He knew, He knows. He loves.
I plead face down in the carpet of my heart, with fists clenched, for the life of my friend, "Turn to the One who will never turn away from you! 'Turn your eyes upon Jesus. Look full in His wonderful face. And the things of earth will grow strangely dim. In the light of His glorious face.'"
Revelation 3:19-20 Those whom I love, I reprove and discipline, so be zealous and repent. Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.
God does not do selection like this world. He does not choose best dressed and coziest home. He does not want the next best talent.
He is looking for open hearts, and honest repenting. He is looking to take the dusty, misunderstood remains of our lives. He brings his sacrifice and love for us as a fertilizer to our ashy soil. Then it happens. A garden of his love, joy, and everything good is harvested in the springtime of our days shared with Him.
Friend, I beg you to choose Him. If you are thinking that this is too good. You are right. God is real and He is good. I know this in my bones. Reality showed itself to me the day I heard the knock and opened the door of my heart. The Father's reality became mine and now I am never alone. Still imperfect yes. But there are blossoms of color and goodness in the garden of my heart where there once was only weeds. And I am thankful.
No care for the sacrificed paid on his behalf. Knowing full well the price Christ paid for his very life and trading it in for every quick fill that leaves emptiness in it's wake. With a glad heart I rejoice in the vision of my free friend dancing before our Father. The Greatest Lover. I imagine the tears gone and youth restored. She followed the Savior and gave what she had.
With unbearable anguish I cry over my other's stench pond of choices that leaves him floating down a river with a waterfall of reaping that will leave him dead as well. With an angry heart full of frstration at the weaknes of will I will imagine the Father not recognizing Him and I will cry even in heaven for his fate. Unforgiveness, abuse, idolitry, immoralities, the list goes on....was it worth it? Did it give you even a morsel of what it took? It's hurts to imagine.
Please Father make him obey you! But the Father draws us he does not hold us up and demmand we choose Him. He answers the knock, He does not come univited. So I return. Cheek to the carpet. Begging for mercy for the ones I love.
We are choosing to acknowledge Christ as all, but denying the reality of neither giving or submitting to Christ as the keeper of our days. Does this world not see the love? Why do we allow flesh and empty passions rule? What do they offer us that is so good, when the next day we are back to the drawing board. Was a night out that great? Was that new thing you tried that rewarding? Christ allowed himself to be mocked by the Romans soldiers. (Mark 15:16-20) We still mock Him today! It is not enough to acknowledge. He gave all and demands all! Is it not in His right to decide?
Mark 15:16-20 "Do not be deceived: God is not mocked, for whatever one sows, that will he also reap. For the one who sows to his own flesh will from the flesh reap corruption, but the one who sows to the Spirit will from the Spirit reap eternal life. And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up. So then, as we have opportunity, let us do good to everyone, and especially to those who are of the household of faith."
"I see the mountain so high and jagged.it seems impassible and an unrelenting journey" my lost friend cries silently in their darkness of heart."If God just knew what was in me, what I have done, what others have done to me, what I have put myself, and the people I love through." Let us remember the grace filled communion. Break the bread, His body broken for me and for you. God is not mocked. Drink the wine His blood spilled out. The great sacrifice ending the great battle being played out in this world. It is finished. It has been won. The Victory is the Lord's. You will be a slave to one or the other. And unlike most slaves you get the ultimate choice who you serve. Life or death. It will be one or the other. We must not blame evil any longer, we must not blame God. We must choose to see. He has Grace. He knew, He knows. He loves.
I plead face down in the carpet of my heart, with fists clenched, for the life of my friend, "Turn to the One who will never turn away from you! 'Turn your eyes upon Jesus. Look full in His wonderful face. And the things of earth will grow strangely dim. In the light of His glorious face.'"
Revelation 3:19-20 Those whom I love, I reprove and discipline, so be zealous and repent. Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.
God does not do selection like this world. He does not choose best dressed and coziest home. He does not want the next best talent.
He is looking for open hearts, and honest repenting. He is looking to take the dusty, misunderstood remains of our lives. He brings his sacrifice and love for us as a fertilizer to our ashy soil. Then it happens. A garden of his love, joy, and everything good is harvested in the springtime of our days shared with Him.
Friend, I beg you to choose Him. If you are thinking that this is too good. You are right. God is real and He is good. I know this in my bones. Reality showed itself to me the day I heard the knock and opened the door of my heart. The Father's reality became mine and now I am never alone. Still imperfect yes. But there are blossoms of color and goodness in the garden of my heart where there once was only weeds. And I am thankful.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Will I Must
Will-ing. After hearing the Word preached today I understand more the greatness of the grace that the Father so lavishly bestows us. With struggling and wrestling I have chaffed against these child bearing, child rearing days. I have fought urges to run and hide. To give carelessly to the wind that load that weighs down heavily day after day. To give up and into the flesh's way of casting responsibility and relinquishing duties. I realize now that it is God's grace that has kept me here. Allowing me to see enough of the goodness in the haystack of chores and children and husband, that I awake another day with purpose of this. The good life that is desperate to finish well.
2 Corinthians 8:12 For if the readiness is there, it is acceptable according to what a person has, not according to what he does not have.
I am ready for more.I am open will, full with desire of a responsibility I have yet to taste.
Matthew 20:6-7 And about the eleventh hour he went out and found others standing. And he said to them, 'Why do you stand here idle all day?' They said to him, 'Because no one has hired us.' He said to them, 'You go into the vineyard too.'
I am thankful that at His appointed time he will allow me a new work that He will fill me for. Whatever may come I can trust that it is His time. He will come to the vineyard of my life and call me to the task. I trust the Father's timing. I trust Him.
1 Samuel 16:7 But the LORD said to Samuel, "Do not look on his appearance or on the height of his stature, because I have rejected him. For the LORD sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the LORD looks on the heart."
In my battles of mind and spirit I release a toxin of self that is a permeating stench to the people I love. The thing I long to do I do not do! Anger rises up. I will to look. I desire grace. I speak for God to show me. "Long before he drew a woman to a well he drew the well to the woman." I am the woman in need of a drink deep. I see that wellspring of life, but I look away and steamroll with bitterness built up. I long for grace and peace to fill me. But I willed not to go to the well. Is not that what the Father desires most? The will-ing heart? The will-ing self. I must will to see. Then I must will to respond. His promise says that He has laid a way for me to walk in much good. The grace is there for it all to be good. I must bend my will to this grace. Walk low, see the path. Walk high in self and leave frustration unchecked. I am thankful you are teaching me these things. I see you here. In sweet frozen deliciousness and the warm fall wind. I know your here. I am thankful that you are here. Even when I choose not to respond. Forgiveness washes over me. Amazing grace.
2 Corinthians 8:12 For if the readiness is there, it is acceptable according to what a person has, not according to what he does not have.
I am ready for more.I am open will, full with desire of a responsibility I have yet to taste.
Matthew 20:6-7 And about the eleventh hour he went out and found others standing. And he said to them, 'Why do you stand here idle all day?' They said to him, 'Because no one has hired us.' He said to them, 'You go into the vineyard too.'
I am thankful that at His appointed time he will allow me a new work that He will fill me for. Whatever may come I can trust that it is His time. He will come to the vineyard of my life and call me to the task. I trust the Father's timing. I trust Him.
1 Samuel 16:7 But the LORD said to Samuel, "Do not look on his appearance or on the height of his stature, because I have rejected him. For the LORD sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the LORD looks on the heart."
In my battles of mind and spirit I release a toxin of self that is a permeating stench to the people I love. The thing I long to do I do not do! Anger rises up. I will to look. I desire grace. I speak for God to show me. "Long before he drew a woman to a well he drew the well to the woman." I am the woman in need of a drink deep. I see that wellspring of life, but I look away and steamroll with bitterness built up. I long for grace and peace to fill me. But I willed not to go to the well. Is not that what the Father desires most? The will-ing heart? The will-ing self. I must will to see. Then I must will to respond. His promise says that He has laid a way for me to walk in much good. The grace is there for it all to be good. I must bend my will to this grace. Walk low, see the path. Walk high in self and leave frustration unchecked. I am thankful you are teaching me these things. I see you here. In sweet frozen deliciousness and the warm fall wind. I know your here. I am thankful that you are here. Even when I choose not to respond. Forgiveness washes over me. Amazing grace.
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