In such as the Bable of languages,
some try to build a tower to become gods.
All of their words have lost meaning,
where their hearts have become heinous and sad.
Now a World of degradation and hunger,
where inhuman indifference pass for compassion.
But Jesus had something more than just words,
His life and Truth infinitely more valuable.
Did you like the snow when you were here or
when the harvest moon filled the atmosphere?
What about the summer sea
when you walked in Galilee?
I can see you everywhere I go
in the moon light and the snow
I see you by the summer sea
walking on the water you rescued me.
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I didn’t hit a single word today
My mark was off by a long way
I tried to reach you in my own way
But I’m three out of three today
…at street level, the life of faith is always a matter of Trust. I am always reminded of this when I look around in a world I barely recognize. I desire Truth in my soul just like I need air to breathe.
…what is the power of this longing that this world cannot satisfly? It is the longing God placed in us for “paradise complete” and the “not yet”.
…at street level, the life of faith is always a matter of Trust.
“For we live by faith, not by sight.”
2 Corinthians 5:7
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The Terror of The thirties, so say the Russians of old.
The Law of the first of December and no one could escape the woes.
Hundreds of thousands upon thousands dead in the snow.
The Linengrad devil tried to steal their souls.
Randomly killed for a quota and no outcry could be heard.
Stalin killed his own family just to feed his evil rage.
Rivers of blood shed we never seen to learn.
The terrors of the thirties let us turn the page.
I dreamed I was flying, the sole purveyor of the spectacular beauty below
with my Eagle eyes I could see exactly where to go
I flew over the spines of breathtaking mountains and white capped oceans vast
Flying up to the High Heavens all the galaxies in my path
while the gold dust of the stars showered me like rain
The day to day distractions or the earth shattering illness, the lost career or the loss of a beloved wife or friend, their hearts and minds away from us.
Obedience is a loving, trusting response to God. God doesn’t desire for us to just conform to some rigid list of moral standards. He desires for us to walk with Him in love and trust. His ways are a compass that guides us into loving response to the God who loves us. So, in what way did Jesus learn obedience? While He was perfect and continually in fellowship with the Father and the Spirit, an obedient response in the context of His humanity was something that had to be learned, or experienced. In the wilderness. Jesus’ responsiveness to God the Father was tested and it is no coincidence that in each of the three temptations He responded with Scripture.
Hebrews 4:15 tells us we have a great high priest who has been “tempted just as we are” … tempted to take matters into His own hands, tempted to escape the wilderness, tempted to define His life outside relationship with the Father. Make no mistake, for Jesus the 40 days of wilderness were a time of vulnerability and danger. Mark 1:13 notes that Jesus “was with the wild animals, and the angels were ministering to Him.” He was fasting during this time as well which would have had its own sense of vulnerability.
When we are in a wilderness season, God’s heart is that we would “learn obedience” as well, that we would experience a deep sense of trusting responsiveness to Him. Our responsiveness is tested significantly when we are left without our usual resources for making life work. Whether a health crisis, a relational crisis, or perhaps a financial crisis, one of the temptations is to redouble our efforts … to go to those old ways of managing life once again, trying harder.
The reality is that all of our efforts don’t solve the problems…
Zephaniah 3:17) The one who is leading us is the One who is always present … always loving … always speaking to us.
The Sun has tilted and pulled all the light away
Her world is a hue of lavender blue
The dreams shifted inside her that day
and she stayed there all afternoon…
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A weather-driven working man
With sun-dried skin and calloused hands
His voice always gentle, his words always kind
He loved me like the pearl of great price
He said a granddaughter is the glory of this life
A sunbeam shining on my day
Summer was a Play time
Oh heal your wild wing and fly…
Trust is the healing balm
healing time has come
deep indigo Summer dreams come alive…
A moonbeam to dance upon
Summer is a silver silhouette
Oh head your wild wing and fly…
