Twelve words throb strong in my heart this morning.
Twelve words throb strong in my heart this morning.
Seems like these days, to be a “Christian” is to try resist temptation (most of the time),
Above the timber line: looking down from Arizona’s tallest peak. |
“Mhm”
It’s not the first time, either.
My God is a constant.
Through an incessant flickering of transients too numerous to compute,
from people and places, to promises forgotten–
I see the Lord high and lifted up,
sitting on His throne.
He never changes.
Ever.
Comforting when that truth is driven home.
Almost overwhelming when it’s driven home by faithful, albeit frail human flesh.
This evening I rejoice in the mercy of just such faithfulness.
My sister’s head resting on my shoulder; from my mouth come words quoted from a cherished tale of Huguenot fidelity:
“‘The stars do not change, Monsieur…'”
and my little sister finishes:
“‘Nor do the angels in Paradise.”
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It’s been one of those weeks…
You know, when every 20 minutes there was another I-should-blog-that moment. And indeed, I would have posted more, had the luxury of time been afforded me.
Instead, I transformed the office into a recording studio/mastering suite and ran through life from summit to valley to next summit (every twenty minutes!) taking it all in faster than I could even journal about it.
Then yesterday afternoon it all came together.
I haven’t written a song in over a year… (Though I’ve half-written at least half a dozen)
And it wasn’t because I didn’t really want to. Just something would get me halfway through, and then drop me.
I got to the point where I was nearly convinced I’d written my last song.
Until this week.
Then I recognized a sweet little melody woven through everything…
– Through the boxes and boxes delivered by our friend the UPS man
– Through fists wrapped around a taught barbed wire while starring into the canyon, and talking to a God that’s a million lightyears away, and still within easy reach.
– Through middle-of-the-night prayers for a friend’s safety
– Through reality checks
– Through emails not so easy to read
– Through prayers for you– my blog friends. (I pray for you by name– all of you)
– Through reminders of loss
– Through conversations with my little sister…
– Through hours spent pacing over dust and rocks fighting darkness and finding light…
Here’s just an excerpt. Maybe the melody will never be published, I don’t know…
But I’ll always pray the prayer.
—
Water Your dreams my Lord,
with tears I shed
Feed hungry children Lord,
my promised bread
Send me to darkness Lord,
teach me to pray
Through fire or freezing cold,
I’ll smile and say–
. . .
Hope is my prison Lord,
love is my chain
If I can serve You Lord,
my loss is gain
I am a soldier Lord,
called by Thy name
Let me walk worthy Lord,
worthy of Your name…
He is so irresistible. And every time I turned around, I was looking into the face of another long-time friend and seeing the same thing written there. (for the first time)
I can’t remember another time when one moment, I could be speeding down an icy road on a sled, surrounded by shouts of laughter and high spirits, and the next moment be on my back looking up at the blue sky saying “My Jesus, I love You…” (And the next moment be speeding down the icy hill again.)
I have never seen so much of Jesus in His children… Everywhere I turned, I caught another glimpse of His face.
Our world is changing…
Or maybe not.
Maybe we’re just tasting more of His grace… And He’s changing the things we love, and the things we live for. Maybe that’s why we don’t pray for happiness, but for usefulness. Why we gladly exchange fun times for the pursuit of His glory…
I never imagined that broken pieces could be this happy…
Grace is power.
What it touches, changes.
Eternal Weight of Glory, serving You is joy unspeakable!
Please keep us in Your hand…
When we get to Heaven, come find me in the library at the University of the Universe…
I’ll be studying two things:
Love, and music…
“Love is oneness– oh, how sweet
To obey this law,
The unlovely we may meet
Need our love the more.
Make us one, O love, we plead
With men’s sorrow and their need.
We are one in needing love,
(Let us true love show)
Only love’s sun from above
Makes our spirits grow.
‘Love us!’ this is our heart’s need,
‘Let us love’ –and live indeed!
We are also one in this,
We must love or die,
Loving others is true bliss,
Self-love is a lie!
Love of self is inward strive,
Love turned outward is true life.
Let us love and fruitful be,
Love is God’s own breath,
Love will kindle love and see
New life born from death.
Nowhere is a heaven more sweet
Than where loving spirits meet.”
Mountains of Spices: pages 46-47
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