Ash Wednesday (a poem…of sorts)

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He wore the ash upon his head

my childish eyes, I thought him dead

a blackened cross, creased and stained

of sweat and dirt the mark remained.

 

I glanced again, i’m not sure why

partly out of foolish eyes

prying back these feeble thoughts

of how the dead could somehow walk

 

I gripped my father’s hand real tight

as the moon shone down on that night

stained glass, an aged building bright

with church goers streaming, it was a sight.

 

With reassurance my father said, 

be not afraid, they are not dead

though on that night an organ wailed 

and we walked a pilgrim’s trail.

 

A cross is smeared upon their head

much alive, though some are dead

a reminder to this heart so true 

to love and serve God, now…will you? 

The God who holds our hand

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When our first son was just an infant he slept in a crib which was right next to our bed.   Each night we had a routine that we had to go through in order to get him to sleep.  Perhaps it was because we were first time parents or perhaps he was just a needy baby.   But each night, after he was dress in pajamas and had his blanket he would stick his hand out from between the crib railings and demand he hold either my hand or his Mom’s.  Try as we might we could not break this cycle with him.  He needed to have physical contact with us in order to fall asleep.  He needed to have this assurance that we were there watching over him and that he was save and sound.  

Sometimes I think back on those moments and wonder humorously why we didn’t buy a fake hand for him to hold on to or why we didn’t just break him of that dependence all together.  But as I consider those precious moments that we had with our first born I realize how important those moments of contact were for him as he was growing as an infant.  He needed to feel our touch, to know we were there and to be reassured that we were not going anywhere.  

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God still does this for you and for me as well!  We constantly question if He’s there.  We sometimes cry out to Him just to check if He is listening.  We hold out our hand, sometimes in a demanding nature and hope that God’s touch will reach us.  We hope that He’s really there and willing to remain near us.  

The truth is God desires so desperately to hold our hand and to remain right beside us.  He loves us so much that He longs for us to trust Him and to reach out to Him through every season of this life.  Are you willing to reach out your hand to Him today?  He is here, right now and He is not going anywhere.  Trust Him.  Lean on Him.  Allow His love to fill your life with His joy, grace and peace. 

 

-Just a thought for the day. 

Longing for God

“How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord of hosts! My soul longs, yes, faints for the courts of The Lord; my heart and flesh sing for joy to the living God.” -Psalm 84:1-2

Do we take the time to truly consider what the courts of The Lord looks like? Do we long for His holy presence every day?

I think if we’re honest with ourselves there are days when thoughts of the courts or the presence of God is far from us. There are times when we journey this path of life without Him…and it’s dry and lonely. There are times when all that we long for is our own selfish desires and prideful yearnings. We find ourselves far from what Christ implores us to be; “If anyone would come after me, let him deny HIMSELF and take up his cross and follow me.” Matthew 16:24

I have found myself refusing to deny myself. I have found myself refusing to pick up that humble and rugged cross of Christ…but if I don’t, I don’t refuse myself and accept the cause of Christ I will never find that longing for Him again.

What are you longing for today? Are the things that you are longing for Holy, humble and Christ-like? Or are you longing for a self-indulged life full of pride and human arrogance? This second path is dry, cold and lonely.

I pray we long for His dwelling place and for Him to dwell with us today, everyday, moment by moment. He longs for YOU to come to Him. Will you in turn long for Him? Cry out to Him today, for He cares, He hears and He loves unabashedly…He loves YOU!

-Just a thought today.

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Storming The Forts of Darkness

I am sitting in meetings with Commissioner Christine MacMillan and she is a great mover within the realms of Social Justice.

We have been moved by her speaking, but most importantly the Holy Spirit has fallen on us.

Here is what The Lord has impressed upon me (I know it is different from person to person sometimes) :

There is very real darkness out in our world, and sometimes that darkness is also within us (Christ-followers). I am reminded of the words of General John Gowans a number of years ago. He said, “there is an automated voice on the trains of London that says ‘mind the gap’.” The dear General went on to say that as Soldiers of our Army we are to help others mind the gap.

Within the darkness there are those dying in our world and who will stand in the gap for these people? Who will stand in the gap for those who are about to be lost forever?

There is light…and darkness is just the absence of that light of God.
Can those of us who are Christ-followers help to bring that light into hose dark places? Can we stand in the gap for those who are falling and dying?

Ezekiel 22:30 “I looked for someone among them who would build up the wall and stand before me in the gap on behalf of the land so I would not have to destroy it, but I found no one.”

I pray that God looks down upon us and finds someone, anyone to stand in the gap and bring the light into the darkness!!!

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Forgiveness and Peace

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Anger

            Bleeds

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  Red

 

Sometimes 

                                          the things

                      we 

                                                                   said

make 

 

                            jagged 

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broken 

                                              beds…

 

we  lie in them

                       the cumbersome

oozing regret.

 

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                                                                BUT

Reconciliation 

                                   is Not

NOT

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                             too far away. 

 

Make a break

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get away

                         turn your 

pride  

 

                                      into 

 

 

                                                                                           Forgiveness…

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                         clean

                                                                       the mess

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                                            confession

               regress into 

                                         peace again.  

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Olympic Inspiration…it’s not all about winning.

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There are so many inspiring stories about the athletes who train for and compete in the Olympics.  Both the Summer and the Winter Olympics are grueling and highly competitive.  Yet the back stories on the people who make it to this world stage are both inspiring and amazing.  

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For example in 1988 a Jamaican Bobsled team competed in the winter Olympics.  The last time I checked Jamaica does not get snow…nor does it reach temperatures cold enough to have enough ice for Bob Sled training.  Yet, a team showed up at the 1988 Winter Olympics to compete.  They didn’t even own Bob sleds and had to borrow them from other competing teams in order to participate in the event.  They competed for pride and for the pure sportsmanship of the games.  Their inspiring story even ended up being made into a movie in 1993 and was again an inspiration to many who saw it.  

When we think of the Olympics the imagery of winning gold medals come to mind, and the glory involved for the country who dominates a certain sport.  But for any country who even competes in these events there is national pride and honor involved.  Above and beyond the glory of winning an event, there is the joy of even being there to excel in excellence.

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Another inspiring story comes to mind when I think of the Olympics, it is the story of Canadian Lawrence Lemieux.  He was a Summer Olympian in Sailing.  During the 1988 Summer Olympic games in Seoul South Korea as he was in the heat of his sailing event he saw a Singaporean boat capsize injuring the two sailors on board.  He quickly altered course of his boat and immediately went to their rescue.  In that moment Lawrence Lemieux didn’t have gold medals in his eyes, he had concern for others.  Because of his bravery and concern those two lives were saved.  Later, after finally completing the race (which he placed 22nd because of altering course to save lives) he was awarded second place in that heat.  He didn’t go on to win the event (he ultimately placed 11th) but despite not winning gold, he won the hearts of many around the world for his heroic act of bravery.  At the podium for the awards ceremony in the Sailing category, though Lemieux didn’t win gold he was awarded the Pierre de Coubertin medal by the president of the International Olympic Committee.   

The idea behind our current Olympics embodies comradery, endurance, hard work, sportsmanship, team work and so many more adjectives.  

I cringe when some individuals on this stage display poor sportsmanship and throw fits because they didn’t win an event.  I think those athletes miss the point.  Yes everyone is to compete to the best of their abilities but the Olympics is not only about winning.  It is about striving for excellence and coming together peacefully as nations from around the world under one cause. 

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If only we didn’t have to wait every four years to come together.  

If only we didn’t have to leave the arena or the Olympic village where regardless of ethnicity or difference by and large the athletes live for two weeks in harmony.  If only…

To quote John Lennon, “You might say I’m a dreamer, but you know I’m not the only one.”  

For just a second I wish our nations, all nations could put aside differences and wars and blood shed to see the bigger picture.  For just a second I wish we as human beings would wake up and see what hatred and violence truly does and the long term effects of these divides.  For just a second I wish we heard more stories of heroism and love displayed not just at the Olympics but in every corner of the world.  

We have to tear down these walls that divide us if we’re going to survive each other.  Jesus once said, “You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy. But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be children of your Father in heaven...” (Matt 5:43-45)

I know injustice exists in this world.  I know that we don’t live in a Mary Poppins world where everything is easily solved with “just a spoon full of sugar”, but I believe despite of how others treat us, we (who are are Christ-followers) ought to rise above it and love despite its lack of reciprocation.  

The Olympics give me hope and reminds me that one day the King of Heaven will make all things new and restore creation to its intended state…in the mean time I don’t have to wait for that to happen, I can live as a child of the Father in Heaven now.  I can rise above the hate and display what love, Godly love looks like.

 

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