My 'poem selection' for the week -- "The Gates of Hope":
Our mission is to plant ourselves at the gates of Hope—
Not the prudent gates of Optimism,
Which are somewhat narrower.
Not the stalwart, boring gates of Common Sense;
Nor the strident gates of Self-Righteousness,
Which creak on shrill and angry hinges
(People cannot hear us there; they cannot pass through)
Nor the cheerful, flimsy garden gate of
“Everything is gonna’ be all right.”
But a different, sometimes lonely place,
The place of truth-telling,
About your own soul first of all and its condition.
The place of resistance and defiance,
The piece of ground from which you see the world
Both as it is and as it could be
As it will be;
The place from which you glimpse not only struggle,
But the joy of the struggle.
And we stand there, beckoning and calling,
Telling people what we are seeing
Asking people what they see.
-- Victoria Safford
Monday, February 08, 2016
Sunday, February 07, 2016
Saturday, February 06, 2016
Friday, February 05, 2016
Discovered Blessing
Many Friday mornings now, I look forward to 3 things:
- a good coffee
- a cranberry scone
- a new edition of Michiana Chronicles
I'm not sure how each of the above influences the other, but I'm suspecting they do. On Fridays, I have noticed that I am almost instinctively moving a bit more quickly through my morning routines to be ready by 7:45a...with my undetected motivation, the hearing of the latest edition of MC.
I wonder about how good writing works and how it is enhanced by the physical speaking of it. It seems creative use of words to describe something both earthy and transcendent at the same time is powerful in its reach into us. It helps me imagine things familiar to me, but not yet identified. It blesses me with the real, and the possible. I love the sense of internal attention it creates in me. It allows me to wonder how I can be that for someone else that day. I am enriched. ...a discovered blessing.
- a good coffee
- a cranberry scone
- a new edition of Michiana Chronicles
I'm not sure how each of the above influences the other, but I'm suspecting they do. On Fridays, I have noticed that I am almost instinctively moving a bit more quickly through my morning routines to be ready by 7:45a...with my undetected motivation, the hearing of the latest edition of MC.
I wonder about how good writing works and how it is enhanced by the physical speaking of it. It seems creative use of words to describe something both earthy and transcendent at the same time is powerful in its reach into us. It helps me imagine things familiar to me, but not yet identified. It blesses me with the real, and the possible. I love the sense of internal attention it creates in me. It allows me to wonder how I can be that for someone else that day. I am enriched. ...a discovered blessing.
Thursday, February 04, 2016
Neuroplasticity
The idea of neuroplasticity is simply that the brain changes in response to experience. It changes in response to our actions. It changes in our response to our relationships. It changes in response to specific training. These activities will shape the brain, and we can take advantage of neuroplasticity and actually play a more intentional role in shaping our own brains in ways that may be health promoting, and ways that can cultivate well being.
-- Daniel Goleman
-- Daniel Goleman
Wednesday, February 03, 2016
I Used To Think: Very Little
I used to think...that people's behaviors towards or reactions to me were because of something wrong in me. Now I know that most of the time, those have very little even to do with me.
Tuesday, February 02, 2016
Possibilities
In the beginner's mind there are many possibilities, in the expert's mind there are few.
-- Shunryu Suzuki
This concept needs to soak a bit....
The more we think or do something, the more familiar we become with it, The more familiar we become with something, the more we tend to start holding on to our notions of it -- what we think we are are seeing or have already seen. I see this in the smallest areas of our lives up through what we accept at even a societal level. More problematic, perhaps, is that when we're doing this, we also tend not to see other things -- problems with what we are used to, new ideas, etc. -- because we're looking for evidence of things we've already become accustomed to.
As we age, maintaining a beginner's mind feels like it takes more and more effort. Perhaps it does. On the other hand, keeping such a mindset may be part of what can keep us open, excited, curious...younger.
-- Shunryu Suzuki
This concept needs to soak a bit....
The more we think or do something, the more familiar we become with it, The more familiar we become with something, the more we tend to start holding on to our notions of it -- what we think we are are seeing or have already seen. I see this in the smallest areas of our lives up through what we accept at even a societal level. More problematic, perhaps, is that when we're doing this, we also tend not to see other things -- problems with what we are used to, new ideas, etc. -- because we're looking for evidence of things we've already become accustomed to.
As we age, maintaining a beginner's mind feels like it takes more and more effort. Perhaps it does. On the other hand, keeping such a mindset may be part of what can keep us open, excited, curious...younger.
Monday, February 01, 2016
Regular Exercise Changes The Brain To Improve Memory, Thinking Skills
There are plenty of good reasons to be physically active. Big ones include reducing the odds of developing heart disease, stroke, and diabetes. Maybe you want to lose weight, lower your blood pressure, prevent depression, or just look better. Here’s another one, which especially applies to those of us (including me) experiencing the brain fog that comes with age: exercise changes the brain in ways that protect memory and thinking skills. Continue here....
-- Heidi Godman
...I'm off to clear my 'fog'.
-- Heidi Godman
...I'm off to clear my 'fog'.
Sunday, January 31, 2016
Blasphemous Assault
One reason why people are uncomfortable with tears and the sight of suffering is that it is a blasphemous assault on their precariously maintained American spirituality of the pursuit of happiness. They want to avoid evidence that things are not right with the world as it is -- with Jesus, without love, without faith...It is a lot easier to keep the American faith if they don't have to look into the face of suffering....
So learning the language of lament is not only necessary to restore Christian dignity to suffering and repentance and death; it is necessary to provide a Christian witness to a world that has no language for and is therefore oblivious to the glories of wilderness and the cross.
-- Eugene Peterson
Makenzie's friend, Rylei, shared this with us after church last week...where we talking about the role of suffering in our lives.
So learning the language of lament is not only necessary to restore Christian dignity to suffering and repentance and death; it is necessary to provide a Christian witness to a world that has no language for and is therefore oblivious to the glories of wilderness and the cross.
-- Eugene Peterson
Makenzie's friend, Rylei, shared this with us after church last week...where we talking about the role of suffering in our lives.
Saturday, January 30, 2016
The Anxieties of Impotence
The Republican establishment thinks the grass roots have the power but the grass roots think the reverse. The unions think the corporations have the power but the corporations think the start-ups do. Regulators think Wall Street has the power but Wall Street thinks the regulators do.
In a different way, the American election has been perverted by feelings of powerlessness.
Plagued by the anxiety of impotence many voters are drawn to leaders who pretend that our problems could be solved by defeating some villain. Donald Trump says stupid elites are the problem. Ted Cruz says it’s the Washington cartel. Bernie Sanders says it’s Wall Street. Continue here...
-- David Brooks
As a society, we are beset by our nearly universal sense of powerlessness. So, these days (by our politicians), we seem entranced by those who are trying to persuade us that they can do something about it. But, we are distracted...by an incomplete, inaccurate sense of what real power is. What will it take for us to rediscover real power?
In a different way, the American election has been perverted by feelings of powerlessness.
Plagued by the anxiety of impotence many voters are drawn to leaders who pretend that our problems could be solved by defeating some villain. Donald Trump says stupid elites are the problem. Ted Cruz says it’s the Washington cartel. Bernie Sanders says it’s Wall Street. Continue here...
-- David Brooks
As a society, we are beset by our nearly universal sense of powerlessness. So, these days (by our politicians), we seem entranced by those who are trying to persuade us that they can do something about it. But, we are distracted...by an incomplete, inaccurate sense of what real power is. What will it take for us to rediscover real power?
Friday, January 29, 2016
Mutation
My 'Friday poem' selection for the week -- "Sonnet -- Mutation":
They talk of short-lived pleasure—be it so—
Pain dies as quickly: stern, hard-featured pain
Expires, and lets her weary prisoner go.
The fiercest agonies have shortest reign;
And after dreams of horror, comes again
The welcome morning with its rays of peace.
Oblivion, softly wiping out the stain,
Makes the strong secret pangs of shame to cease:
Remorse is virtue’s root; its fair increase
Are fruits of innocence and blessedness:
Thus joy, o’erborne and bound, doth still release
His young limbs from the chains that round him press.
Weep not that the world changes—did it keep
A stable changeless state, ’twere cause indeed to weep.
-- William Cullen Bryant
They talk of short-lived pleasure—be it so—
Pain dies as quickly: stern, hard-featured pain
Expires, and lets her weary prisoner go.
The fiercest agonies have shortest reign;
And after dreams of horror, comes again
The welcome morning with its rays of peace.
Oblivion, softly wiping out the stain,
Makes the strong secret pangs of shame to cease:
Remorse is virtue’s root; its fair increase
Are fruits of innocence and blessedness:
Thus joy, o’erborne and bound, doth still release
His young limbs from the chains that round him press.
Weep not that the world changes—did it keep
A stable changeless state, ’twere cause indeed to weep.
-- William Cullen Bryant
Thursday, January 28, 2016
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
I Have Noticed: What I Offer
I have noticed...that I temper what I offer of myself to others based on how I sense it will be received. I am still learning how to offer what I feel led to offer without a heavy filter of how it will be received.
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Hatred of Being Alone
All men’s misfortunes spring from their hatred of being alone.
-- Jean de la Bruyere
Among other things, I'm pondering what the motivation of urgency is?
-- Jean de la Bruyere
Among other things, I'm pondering what the motivation of urgency is?
Monday, January 25, 2016
Discover Our Soul
It is through weakness and vulnerability that most of us learn empathy and compassion and discover our soul.
-- Archbishop Desmond Tutu
-- Archbishop Desmond Tutu
Sunday, January 24, 2016
Older
Older, more experienced Christians often have greater troubles, temptations, and difficulties in the world. God has new work for them to do. He now plans that all the graces they have, be used in new and harder ways. They may not find their spiritual desires to be as strong as before or have such delight in spiritual duties as they had before. Because of this, they feel that grace has dried up in them. They do not know where they are or what they are. But in spite of all this, the real work of sanctification is still thriving in them, and the Holy Spirit is still working effectively in them. God is faithful. Therefore, let us cling to our hope without wavering.
-- John Owen
My father faces heart surgery tomorrow. I wonder what he would say with regard to faith, in the face of the difficulties of aging. My guess is, from what I have heard him say, that God is indeed faithful. It strikes me that our sense of faith increases, as our weaknesses increase with age.
-- John Owen
My father faces heart surgery tomorrow. I wonder what he would say with regard to faith, in the face of the difficulties of aging. My guess is, from what I have heard him say, that God is indeed faithful. It strikes me that our sense of faith increases, as our weaknesses increase with age.
Saturday, January 23, 2016
When I'm Gone
Nothing like the combination of a brilliant winter morning and a really good cry...the gripping story of a fight with cancer at This Life I Live.
Friday, January 22, 2016
Limitations
My 'Friday Poem' selection for the week -- "Limitations":
The subtlest strain a great musician weaves,
Cannot attain in rhythmic harmony
To music in his soul. May it not be
Celestial lyres send hints to him? He grieves
That half the sweetness of the song, he leaves
Unheard in the transition. Thus do we
Yearn to translate the wondrous majesty
Of some rare mood, when the rapt soul receives
A vision exquisite. Yet who can match
The sunset’s iridescent hues? Who sing
The skylark’s ecstasy so seraph-fine?
We struggle vainly, still we fain would catch
Such rifts amid life’s shadows, for they bring
Glimpses ineffable of things divine.
-- Henrietta Cordelia Ray
The subtlest strain a great musician weaves,
Cannot attain in rhythmic harmony
To music in his soul. May it not be
Celestial lyres send hints to him? He grieves
That half the sweetness of the song, he leaves
Unheard in the transition. Thus do we
Yearn to translate the wondrous majesty
Of some rare mood, when the rapt soul receives
A vision exquisite. Yet who can match
The sunset’s iridescent hues? Who sing
The skylark’s ecstasy so seraph-fine?
We struggle vainly, still we fain would catch
Such rifts amid life’s shadows, for they bring
Glimpses ineffable of things divine.
-- Henrietta Cordelia Ray
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
I Used To Think: Self-Defense
I used to think...that I needed to defend myself. Now I know that God will defend whatever really needs defended in me.
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
Monday, January 18, 2016
MLK Day: Charles Person
-- Martin Luther King, Jr.
We are so grateful for the opportunity to hear and meet Freedom-Rider Charles Person today. His sacrifice years ago is still making a difference.
It is easy to enjoy someone famous. It is harder to be the kind of person that Charles was and continues to be. What will I yet stand for? How will I do so?
Sunday, January 17, 2016
On Worry
A great many people do now seem to think that the mere state of being worried is in itself meritorious. I don’t think it is. We must, if it so happens, give our lives for others: but even while we’re doing it, I think we’re meant to enjoy Our Lord and, in Him, our friends, our food, our sleep, our jokes, and the birds’ song and the frosty sunrise.
-- C.S. Lewis, from The Collected Letters, Volume II, Compiled in Words to Live By
-- C.S. Lewis, from The Collected Letters, Volume II, Compiled in Words to Live By
Saturday, January 16, 2016
Friday, January 15, 2016
Rejection
Rejection has a powerful grip on us.
It so easily slays us.
It is unyielding in its pursuit of us.
Its threat is ever-present,
even if only in a lurking way.
We are so in need of acceptance.
We will demand it, if needed.
We, ourselves, will even reject the ungiver of it.
We will use the very thing
that hurts us so.
It so easily slays us.
It is unyielding in its pursuit of us.
Its threat is ever-present,
even if only in a lurking way.
We are so in need of acceptance.
We will demand it, if needed.
We, ourselves, will even reject the ungiver of it.
We will use the very thing
that hurts us so.
Thursday, January 14, 2016
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
I Have Noticed: Relationships
I have noticed...that I need to put myself in and pursue relationships with people.
I seem to stop growing when I choose not to.
I seem to stop growing when I choose not to.
Monday, January 11, 2016
Sunday, January 10, 2016
Comforters
God does not comfort us to make us comfortable only, but to make us comforters.
-- John Henry Jowett
Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.
-- Luke 6:38
-- John Henry Jowett
Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.
-- Luke 6:38
Saturday, January 09, 2016
Angela Merkel
See story here....
What informs such character, such compassion? I continue to wonder if one can only understand poverty, if one has experienced it. Poverty takes on many forms, so it's not that our opportunities to embrace it are limited.
So it's searchable:
I'm surprised at how faint-hearted we sometimes are, and how quickly we lose courage.
-- Angela Merkel
What informs such character, such compassion? I continue to wonder if one can only understand poverty, if one has experienced it. Poverty takes on many forms, so it's not that our opportunities to embrace it are limited.
So it's searchable:
I'm surprised at how faint-hearted we sometimes are, and how quickly we lose courage.
-- Angela Merkel
Friday, January 08, 2016
Winter Leafage
My 'Friday Poem' selection for the week -- "Winter Leafage":
Each year I mark one lone outstanding tree,
Clad in its robings of the summer past,
Dry, wan, and shivering in the wintry blast.
It will not pay the season’s rightful fee,—
It will not set its frost-burnt leafage free;
But like some palsied miser all aghast,
Who hoards his sordid treasure to the last,
It sighs, it moans, it sings in eldritch glee.
A foolish tree, to dote on summers gone;
A faithless tree, that never feels how spring
Creeps up the world to make a leafy dawn,
And recompense for all despoilment bring!
Oh, let me not, heyday and youth withdrawn,
With failing hands to their vain semblance cling!
-- Edith Matilda Thomas
Each year I mark one lone outstanding tree,
Clad in its robings of the summer past,
Dry, wan, and shivering in the wintry blast.
It will not pay the season’s rightful fee,—
It will not set its frost-burnt leafage free;
But like some palsied miser all aghast,
Who hoards his sordid treasure to the last,
It sighs, it moans, it sings in eldritch glee.
A foolish tree, to dote on summers gone;
A faithless tree, that never feels how spring
Creeps up the world to make a leafy dawn,
And recompense for all despoilment bring!
Oh, let me not, heyday and youth withdrawn,
With failing hands to their vain semblance cling!
-- Edith Matilda Thomas
Thursday, January 07, 2016
I Used To Think: My Weakness
I used to think...that you needed to be strong to help carry things for people. Now I know that we often are able to help others the most by acknowledging our weaknesses.
Wednesday, January 06, 2016
Tuesday, January 05, 2016
I Have Noticed: A Recoiling
I have noticed...that I tend to recoil when personalities get 'large'.
My withdrawal, veiled as it may be, perhaps is an attempt to avoid something -- an association? A co-opting? A sense of something even in myself that I disdain when I join that kind of competition for attention.
My withdrawal, veiled as it may be, perhaps is an attempt to avoid something -- an association? A co-opting? A sense of something even in myself that I disdain when I join that kind of competition for attention.
Monday, January 04, 2016
Weren't Actual Decisions
One paper published by a Duke University researcher in 2006 found that more than 40 percent of the actions people performed each day weren’t actual decisions, but habits.
-- Charles Duhigg, The Power of Habit
I'm thinking about my habits, and what I want them to be in a new year. I going to go for one; one habit I want to change this year -- to stop doing something, to start doing something....
-- Charles Duhigg, The Power of Habit
I'm thinking about my habits, and what I want them to be in a new year. I going to go for one; one habit I want to change this year -- to stop doing something, to start doing something....
Sunday, January 03, 2016
Slow Process
In a world addicted to 'fast', here's simple truth about 'slow':
TO KEITH MANSHIP: On the slow process of being more in Christ; and on doing one’s duty, especially the duty to enjoy.
You state the problem clearly, and the fact that you can do so really shows that you are very much on the right road. Many don’t even get so far.
The whole problem of our life was neatly expressed by John the Baptist when he said (John, chap 3, v. 30) ‘He must increase, but I must decrease.’ This you have realised. But you are expecting it to happen suddenly: and also expecting that you should be clearly aware when it does. But neither of these is usual. We are doing well enough if the slow process of being more in Christ and less in ourselves has made a decent beginning in a long life (it will be completed only in the next world). Nor can we observe it happening. All our reports on ourselves are unbelievable, even in worldly matters (no one really hears his own voice as others do, or sees his own face). Much more in spiritual matters. God sees us, and we don’t see ourselves. And by trying too hard to do so, we only get the fidgets and become either too complacent or too much the other way.
Your question what to do is already answered. Go on (as you apparently are going on) doing all your duties. And, in all lawful ways, go on enjoying all that can be enjoyed—your friends, your music, your books. Remember we are told to ‘rejoice’ [Philippians 4:4]. Sometimes when you are wondering what God wants you to do, He really wants to give you something.
As to your spiritual state, try my plan. I pray ‘Lord, show me just so much (neither more nor less) about myself as I need for doing thy will now.’
-- C.S. Lewis, from The Collected Letters, Volume III, Compiled in Yours, Jack
A good reminder heading into a new year....
TO KEITH MANSHIP: On the slow process of being more in Christ; and on doing one’s duty, especially the duty to enjoy.
You state the problem clearly, and the fact that you can do so really shows that you are very much on the right road. Many don’t even get so far.
The whole problem of our life was neatly expressed by John the Baptist when he said (John, chap 3, v. 30) ‘He must increase, but I must decrease.’ This you have realised. But you are expecting it to happen suddenly: and also expecting that you should be clearly aware when it does. But neither of these is usual. We are doing well enough if the slow process of being more in Christ and less in ourselves has made a decent beginning in a long life (it will be completed only in the next world). Nor can we observe it happening. All our reports on ourselves are unbelievable, even in worldly matters (no one really hears his own voice as others do, or sees his own face). Much more in spiritual matters. God sees us, and we don’t see ourselves. And by trying too hard to do so, we only get the fidgets and become either too complacent or too much the other way.
Your question what to do is already answered. Go on (as you apparently are going on) doing all your duties. And, in all lawful ways, go on enjoying all that can be enjoyed—your friends, your music, your books. Remember we are told to ‘rejoice’ [Philippians 4:4]. Sometimes when you are wondering what God wants you to do, He really wants to give you something.
As to your spiritual state, try my plan. I pray ‘Lord, show me just so much (neither more nor less) about myself as I need for doing thy will now.’
-- C.S. Lewis, from The Collected Letters, Volume III, Compiled in Yours, Jack
A good reminder heading into a new year....
Saturday, January 02, 2016
The Top 6 Good-News Stories of 2015
This is a tough time to feel optimistic about the future. With the notable exception of impressive global cooperation on climate change and energy, our papers and screens have been dominated for months by stories about terrorism and war. But this barrage of negative stories is obscuring the full picture of what’s happening around the world. Continue here....
-- Bill Gates
-- Bill Gates
Friday, January 01, 2016
What I Want In A New Year
Tami and I have been talking about the new year -- what we would want in it, what it might bring to us, what to pursue, what to be willing to wait for. Though sometimes cloaked, I think at the heart of resolutions is really our desires; things we hope will change, things we wish would happen, things we most deeply want in our lives and in the lives of those we love.
When I read good books I am really drawn to, I often end up, at one point or another, thinking I should be more like the person writing the book. I have even tried to be like them a few times. What we feel more drawn to heading into this year is what we should more uniquely become ourselves, rather than trying to be more like someone else. I want to pursue more of what God is calling me to be, which could look like someone I've recently read about or, perhaps more likely, something that is uniquely related to how I am made or to what is (or gets put) right in front of me. There are some 'doing' things I want to consider, as well as increasing opportunity for me to simply offer compassion to those around me.
We agreed to prayerfully watch for such opportunities as we begin a new year...which may be more like what I noted at the beginning of 2015 than anything else.
When I read good books I am really drawn to, I often end up, at one point or another, thinking I should be more like the person writing the book. I have even tried to be like them a few times. What we feel more drawn to heading into this year is what we should more uniquely become ourselves, rather than trying to be more like someone else. I want to pursue more of what God is calling me to be, which could look like someone I've recently read about or, perhaps more likely, something that is uniquely related to how I am made or to what is (or gets put) right in front of me. There are some 'doing' things I want to consider, as well as increasing opportunity for me to simply offer compassion to those around me.
We agreed to prayerfully watch for such opportunities as we begin a new year...which may be more like what I noted at the beginning of 2015 than anything else.
Thursday, December 31, 2015
2015
Wow, what a year 2015 has been! The last few, I have enjoyed reviewing Saturday Mornings entries throughout the year -- I am grateful for the reminder of some of the distances traveled, physically and in the heart. Here are some of my 2015 favorites:
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
I Used To Think: Extend Goodness
On our recent Christmas Cruise, I read parts of a couple of books. One was, Love Does, by Bob Goff. What a wonderful read. He would start most chapters with the phrase, "I used to think..." and then go on to talk about something that he has learned.
I was running early this morning and was, ironically, feeling a little sorry for myself. How could I feel this way, coming off of our great week last week? I started talking to God about it and I believe he pointed me to my own, "I used to think...".
I used to think that I needed to receive goodness and keep receiving goodness, now I recognize that what I really need is to extend goodness.
We have had chances to do that a few times in the last few months and I can see that in so doing I have received all the goodness I need...by extending it to others.
I was running early this morning and was, ironically, feeling a little sorry for myself. How could I feel this way, coming off of our great week last week? I started talking to God about it and I believe he pointed me to my own, "I used to think...".
I used to think that I needed to receive goodness and keep receiving goodness, now I recognize that what I really need is to extend goodness.
We have had chances to do that a few times in the last few months and I can see that in so doing I have received all the goodness I need...by extending it to others.
Monday, December 28, 2015
Most Recognizable
Sometimes, gifts from God are most easily recognizable through the hands of people. Perhaps this is why he asks us to give them.
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Election
Election of one is not the rejection of the rest, but ultimately for their benefit. It is as if a group of trapped cave explorers choose one of their number to squeeze through a narrow flooded passage to get out to the surface and call for help. The point of the choice is not so that she alone gets saved, but that she is able to bring help and equipment to ensure the rest get rescued. “Election” in such a case is an instrumental choice of one for the sake of many.
In the same way, God’s election of Israel is instrumental in God’s mission for all nations. Election needs to be seen as a doctrine of mission, not a calculus for the arithmetic of salvation. If we are to speak of being chosen, of being among God’s elect, it is to say that, like Abraham, we are chosen for the sake of God’s plan that the nations of the world come to enjoy the blessing of Abraham (which is exactly how Paul describes the effect of God’s redemption of Israel through Christ in Gal. 3: 14).
-- Christopher J. H. Wright, "The Mission of God's People"
...thanks, Jim, for passing this one along.
In the same way, God’s election of Israel is instrumental in God’s mission for all nations. Election needs to be seen as a doctrine of mission, not a calculus for the arithmetic of salvation. If we are to speak of being chosen, of being among God’s elect, it is to say that, like Abraham, we are chosen for the sake of God’s plan that the nations of the world come to enjoy the blessing of Abraham (which is exactly how Paul describes the effect of God’s redemption of Israel through Christ in Gal. 3: 14).
-- Christopher J. H. Wright, "The Mission of God's People"
...thanks, Jim, for passing this one along.
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Christmas Cruise
Speaking of gifts...my parents are turning 75 in 2016 and decided to celebrate by taking all of us on a cruise! We are so grateful, not only for the opportunity to receive so lavishly from them, but for their lives of love towards us over all these years. We are blessed beyond our knowledge and grateful for the goodness God has given us through them. Some pics here....
Friday, December 25, 2015
Is There Any Room?
A Christmas prayer:
Stir up thy power, O God and Father,
and with great might come among us;
and because we are solely hindered by our sins,
let thy bountiful grace and mercy
speedily help and deliver us;
teach us your joy
and may the Spirit find room
to produce your joy in our hearts.
through Jesus Christ our Lord,
with Thee and the Holy Spirit, one God
be honor and glory forever.
Amen.
Is there room in my heart this Christmas...for the Spirit to work?
Stir up thy power, O God and Father,
and with great might come among us;
and because we are solely hindered by our sins,
let thy bountiful grace and mercy
speedily help and deliver us;
teach us your joy
and may the Spirit find room
to produce your joy in our hearts.
through Jesus Christ our Lord,
with Thee and the Holy Spirit, one God
be honor and glory forever.
Amen.
Is there room in my heart this Christmas...for the Spirit to work?
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Gifts vs Presents
This Christmas, I want to give more gifts than presents.
Take a listen to these reflections on gifts.
Take a listen to these reflections on gifts.
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
You Are Not Alone; A Sermon on Mary, Elizabeth, and Being Given One to Another
A delightfully human sermon for us all, this time of year
You Are Not Alone; A Sermon on Mary, Elizabeth, and Being Given One to Another
Thanks, Vicky, for sending to me!
You Are Not Alone; A Sermon on Mary, Elizabeth, and Being Given One to Another
Thanks, Vicky, for sending to me!
Monday, December 21, 2015
Sunday, December 20, 2015
Saturday, December 19, 2015
This Proves How Wrong Leaders Can Be
Don’t be fooled.
Throughout history, every generation believes it understands how our world works. And yet we look back and realize that many conventional beliefs were wrong. Today I’d like to share a story that makes my skin crawl because it illustrates just how wrong our leaders can be, even when their own personal safety is at issue.
George Washington was President of the United States from 1789 to 1797. On December 12, 1799, he was back to private life and spent about four hours on horseback supervising farming activities. The weather went from rain to hail to snow, and Washington was wet when he returned home. By the next morning, he had a sore throat. 24 hours later, the throat infection was so severe that he was having trouble breathing.
This was when Washington asked George Rawlins, an overseer at Mount Vernon, to bleed him...continue here....
-- Bruce Kasanoff
Throughout history, every generation believes it understands how our world works. And yet we look back and realize that many conventional beliefs were wrong. Today I’d like to share a story that makes my skin crawl because it illustrates just how wrong our leaders can be, even when their own personal safety is at issue.
George Washington was President of the United States from 1789 to 1797. On December 12, 1799, he was back to private life and spent about four hours on horseback supervising farming activities. The weather went from rain to hail to snow, and Washington was wet when he returned home. By the next morning, he had a sore throat. 24 hours later, the throat infection was so severe that he was having trouble breathing.
This was when Washington asked George Rawlins, an overseer at Mount Vernon, to bleed him...continue here....
-- Bruce Kasanoff
Friday, December 18, 2015
Lullaby for Anyone
My 'Friday Poem' selection for the week -- "Lullaby for Anyone":
Excuse me, lover. I’m busy foretelling
and protesting your end. Whether I hunt,
gather, barter, or sell, what I worry over
is the order: live oaks, shorelines,
wide-eyed and flammable
creature I adore. By day, I admit
no shadow as backup: crow, please keep
your clever forensics. What would I do
with a cardboard guitar, a map of the planets,
and a box of building blocks,
alone? Another bereavement
I haven’t unlearned: to bury one hope
inside another, and I, having made a home
of limbo (I keep a black hole more spotless
than cozy), once traveled through time
at will, invisible. Now, not so free. My beloved
grows heavier, hardier, heavenward.
Certain grief pre-scorches me.
-- Stephanie Ford
Excuse me, lover. I’m busy foretelling
and protesting your end. Whether I hunt,
gather, barter, or sell, what I worry over
is the order: live oaks, shorelines,
wide-eyed and flammable
creature I adore. By day, I admit
no shadow as backup: crow, please keep
your clever forensics. What would I do
with a cardboard guitar, a map of the planets,
and a box of building blocks,
alone? Another bereavement
I haven’t unlearned: to bury one hope
inside another, and I, having made a home
of limbo (I keep a black hole more spotless
than cozy), once traveled through time
at will, invisible. Now, not so free. My beloved
grows heavier, hardier, heavenward.
Certain grief pre-scorches me.
-- Stephanie Ford
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Monday, December 14, 2015
All Problems Stem
Sunday, December 13, 2015
Mary, Did You Know?
...adapted from one my favorite songs on the significance of the Christmas Story, Mary's Song in Luke 1.
Saturday, December 12, 2015
Depression: The Struggle None of Us Want to Talk About
There can be a great collision this time of year...where the Christmas-card version of the lives we may want smash up against the realities of our deeper aches in life. I was grateful to find this:
I don’t like talking about depression much, because I want my life to look together. I want to sound smart and my kids to obey the first time and for my marriage to be a beacon for all others who follow in my marriage’s glorious light.
I’m scared to let anyone in on the secret because then the gig would be up. Continue here....
-- Lisa Gungor
I am grateful for this quote from the reading referenced above:
We don’t know what to do with our own weakness but pretend it doesn’t exist…how can we welcome fully the weakness of another if we haven’t welcomed our own weakness?
-- Jean Vanier
I don’t like talking about depression much, because I want my life to look together. I want to sound smart and my kids to obey the first time and for my marriage to be a beacon for all others who follow in my marriage’s glorious light.
I’m scared to let anyone in on the secret because then the gig would be up. Continue here....
-- Lisa Gungor
I am grateful for this quote from the reading referenced above:
We don’t know what to do with our own weakness but pretend it doesn’t exist…how can we welcome fully the weakness of another if we haven’t welcomed our own weakness?
-- Jean Vanier
Friday, December 11, 2015
I Wanted Peace
My 'Friday Poem' selection for the week -- "I Wanted Peace":
I wanted peace
without pain,
but it is through the pain
that I crave Your presence
and therein lies peace
-- Lynelle Watford
At a time when it seems there is so much fear, it seems fitting that we acknowledge what was announced to us long ago: PEACE.
Of all the things that could have been said by heaven to earth, why this? We have acquired a new nature, not one designed by God, and it is fear. We are almost now even naturally afraid. We are afraid even of our fellow man, not to mention the times when man encounters the supernatural like they did in this story. Man seems to be almost always instinctively afraid of God. And, so, God seems to pretty regularly announce himself first with words designed to off-set our fear.
Perhaps he knows the energy of fear is to act, in self-protection inwardly or by striking outwardly. Perhaps he also knows that this nearly instinctive response is really what perpetuates the very energy of fear itself. Fear in fact is nothing substantive, it is the object of our fear that grips us.
So God simply pre-empts our actions-of-fear by proclaiming something in front of it, before we can react, by announcing 'peace'. And, perhaps, this is the greatest gift we have as well, to announce and live peace to those around us -- to live in good will to men. As God's presence is experienced in us, as peace, so we can be present with others.
I wanted peace
without pain,
but it is through the pain
that I crave Your presence
and therein lies peace
-- Lynelle Watford
At a time when it seems there is so much fear, it seems fitting that we acknowledge what was announced to us long ago: PEACE.
Of all the things that could have been said by heaven to earth, why this? We have acquired a new nature, not one designed by God, and it is fear. We are almost now even naturally afraid. We are afraid even of our fellow man, not to mention the times when man encounters the supernatural like they did in this story. Man seems to be almost always instinctively afraid of God. And, so, God seems to pretty regularly announce himself first with words designed to off-set our fear.
Perhaps he knows the energy of fear is to act, in self-protection inwardly or by striking outwardly. Perhaps he also knows that this nearly instinctive response is really what perpetuates the very energy of fear itself. Fear in fact is nothing substantive, it is the object of our fear that grips us.
So God simply pre-empts our actions-of-fear by proclaiming something in front of it, before we can react, by announcing 'peace'. And, perhaps, this is the greatest gift we have as well, to announce and live peace to those around us -- to live in good will to men. As God's presence is experienced in us, as peace, so we can be present with others.
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Stop Chasing
When you stop chasing the wrong things you give the right things a chance to catch you.
-- Lolly Daskal
-- Lolly Daskal
Wednesday, December 09, 2015
Fundamental Turn
Big parts of life will take a fundamental turn once we stop trying to get harmful things to make us feel better and turn our attention to God, taking how we feel to him instead.
This is not to imply a guarantee that by doing so, things will get better...though they certainly might. But the significant part is the turning, on our part, the entrusting of ourselves to God, because we learn best about ourselves in relationship with the one in whose image we are made.
This is not to imply a guarantee that by doing so, things will get better...though they certainly might. But the significant part is the turning, on our part, the entrusting of ourselves to God, because we learn best about ourselves in relationship with the one in whose image we are made.
Tuesday, December 08, 2015
Monday, December 07, 2015
Sunday, December 06, 2015
Saturday, December 05, 2015
Why I Like Taking Pictures
Rujida, a friend of mine, said she was thinking about why she likes to take pictures. She asked me why I like taking pictures. Thinking about her question, I saw this photo by Eastlyn Bright.
I think my answer to her question is a bit difficult to describe...because there is a kind of mystery to it. Just like a photograph itself, describing something doesn't capture the whole of it. For me, a photograph captures something. It slows something down about life. It creates a moment, lifting it out of all the surrounding moments that often just end up running together. A photo is always, in fact, something that has already happened. And, perhaps because of that, it teases us with the possibility that the captured thing might happen again...even though it, in an of itself, is over. A photograph is an attempt to preserve something, a memory.
A photo, like the one above, can create a longing for its content, or something like it, to happen again. A photo can create hope (future), in an ironic way, from a memory (past).
I am drawn to beauty. I have encountered a quality of beauty that almost always makes me want to share it with someone else. Taking photos is a way I enjoy of doing this.
Friday, December 04, 2015
Permanence
My 'Friday Poem' selection for the week -- "Permanence":
Permanence we have already,
Though we act as if we don’t;
And miss many a gratitude
To honor the Body loan’t
-- Tim Koshnick
Permanence we have already,
Though we act as if we don’t;
And miss many a gratitude
To honor the Body loan’t
-- Tim Koshnick
Thursday, December 03, 2015
Productivity Killer
Avoid multitasking. It's a real productivity killer. Research conducted at Stanford University confirms that multitasking is less productive than doing a single thing at a time. The researchers found that people who are regularly bombarded with several streams of electronic information cannot pay attention, recall information or switch from one job to another as well as those who complete one task at a time.
-- Travis Bradberry
-- Travis Bradberry
Wednesday, December 02, 2015
Without Feedback
One function of feedback is that it can be used to shape how you want to be. This can be a helpful strategy for navigating life.
But, there comes a time when you have to learn to trust something, without the benefit of feedback to reinforce your sense of things. You are forced to rely on something else, within yourself -- to live with the consequences of your own choices...to learn from them, rather than relying tentatively on feedback to move forward.
It seems to me like I am in one of those 'times'.
But, there comes a time when you have to learn to trust something, without the benefit of feedback to reinforce your sense of things. You are forced to rely on something else, within yourself -- to live with the consequences of your own choices...to learn from them, rather than relying tentatively on feedback to move forward.
It seems to me like I am in one of those 'times'.
Tuesday, December 01, 2015
Monday, November 30, 2015
Illiterate
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Outside
I need times in the morning outside, to settle into myself, into the things around me. To claw my way past the debris that seems to collect around me, to open myself up to words, to hear afresh from a source within me. It is a time that reminds me who I am. ...like an internal clock, a rhythm within myself, a kind of following God, in a uniquely Dana (personal) way.
I am learning a new way of knowing life, not as much anymore from the things I do, but from something else. My times outside help me listen for the voice of my new teacher.
I am learning a new way of knowing life, not as much anymore from the things I do, but from something else. My times outside help me listen for the voice of my new teacher.
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Friday, November 27, 2015
Our Pocket Opens
My 'Friday Poem' selection for the week -- "Our Pocket Opens":
Our burdens are our rocks,
and rocks come in different sizes
just as our burdens do.
When we carry a rock
around all day, we try
to put it in our pocket.
Our hearts have pockets
for our rocks, our burdens.
The bigger the burden
the bigger the pocket
in our heart.
Every time we tell someone
our burden, our pocket opens.
-- Gynnae Hochstetler
Our burdens are our rocks,
and rocks come in different sizes
just as our burdens do.
When we carry a rock
around all day, we try
to put it in our pocket.
Our hearts have pockets
for our rocks, our burdens.
The bigger the burden
the bigger the pocket
in our heart.
Every time we tell someone
our burden, our pocket opens.
-- Gynnae Hochstetler
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Gratitude: Through The Imperfect
So it's searchable:
Trying to be perfect
ends in burn-out.
Being grateful
though the imperfect
lights hearts on fire.
-- Ann Voskamp, A Holy Experience
...let this one settle into a deep spot and juice a bit (like today's Turkey). It might be true that perfection is almost always a thief of thankfulness. In fact, our imperfection only seems to illuminate our sense of gratitude.
Trying to be perfect
ends in burn-out.
Being grateful
though the imperfect
lights hearts on fire.
-- Ann Voskamp, A Holy Experience
...let this one settle into a deep spot and juice a bit (like today's Turkey). It might be true that perfection is almost always a thief of thankfulness. In fact, our imperfection only seems to illuminate our sense of gratitude.
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Gratitude: Turns What We Have Into Enough
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Gratitude: A True Measure
Not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our thanksgiving.
-- W.T. Purkiser
-- W.T. Purkiser
Monday, November 23, 2015
Gratitude: Beauty
Quite a gift to us all this weekend...I am so grateful for beauty and the pleasure of enjoying it. It can just as easily bring us to our knees as anything else. What a way to start Thanksgiving Week!
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Saturday, November 21, 2015
The tragically short half-life of online empathy
Friday, November 20, 2015
MY PATH FOR YOU
My 'Friday Poem' selection for the week -- "MY PATH FOR YOU":
Though rocky and steep
and sore at times,
this is my path for you.
Though the winds are
fierce and chill the bone,
this is my path for you.
Keep your eyes on me
and not your dreams
or other paths some trod
Affirm your trust
in all my ways,
this is my path for you.
-- Lynelle Watford
Though rocky and steep
and sore at times,
this is my path for you.
Though the winds are
fierce and chill the bone,
this is my path for you.
Keep your eyes on me
and not your dreams
or other paths some trod
Affirm your trust
in all my ways,
this is my path for you.
-- Lynelle Watford
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Not Failure, But The Belief
It is not failure that stops most people, but rather the belief that failure is permanent.
-- Jake Ducey
-- Jake Ducey
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Your Past Becomes Your Present
Where you focus your attention determines your emotional state. When you fixate on the problems that you’re facing, you create and prolong negative emotions which hinder your ability to reach your goals. When you focus on the actions you'll take to better yourself and your circumstances, you create a sense of personal efficacy that produces positive emotions and improves performance.
Failure can erode your self-confidence and make it hard to believe you’ll achieve a better outcome in the future. Most of the time, failure results from taking risks and trying to achieve something that isn’t easy. Success lies in your ability to rise in the face of failure, and you can’t do this when you’re living in the past. Anything worth achieving is going to require you to take some risks, and you can’t allow failure to stop you from believing in your ability to succeed. When you live in the past, that is exactly what happens, and your past becomes your present, preventing you from moving forward.
-- Travis Bradberry
It is easy to presume that such things apply to other people (not me). I'm asking myself today where I have let a sense of failure over something in the past prevent me from choosing something again now. Are there things I want that I am avoiding now, simply because it didn't turn out exactly as I had hoped it would? What if I just need to try again? What if I can learn something of value each time I simply try again? What do I really have to lose anyway?
Failure can erode your self-confidence and make it hard to believe you’ll achieve a better outcome in the future. Most of the time, failure results from taking risks and trying to achieve something that isn’t easy. Success lies in your ability to rise in the face of failure, and you can’t do this when you’re living in the past. Anything worth achieving is going to require you to take some risks, and you can’t allow failure to stop you from believing in your ability to succeed. When you live in the past, that is exactly what happens, and your past becomes your present, preventing you from moving forward.
-- Travis Bradberry
It is easy to presume that such things apply to other people (not me). I'm asking myself today where I have let a sense of failure over something in the past prevent me from choosing something again now. Are there things I want that I am avoiding now, simply because it didn't turn out exactly as I had hoped it would? What if I just need to try again? What if I can learn something of value each time I simply try again? What do I really have to lose anyway?
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
Monday, November 16, 2015
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Fully Applying
There may be no greater joy than that which comes from fully applying (giving) oneself to something...or someone.
When I am stuck in a (joyless) loop, could it be that I'm not really giving myself to anything? That I'm not taking any risks? That I'm waiting on everyone else to do something? Such cycles are self-encapsulating.
Want joy? Go give yourself to something, besides yourself. ...so what if you get hurt, you're hurting anyway (in your loop), right? You may find a surprise or two...or many (even if it still hurts a little).
When I am stuck in a (joyless) loop, could it be that I'm not really giving myself to anything? That I'm not taking any risks? That I'm waiting on everyone else to do something? Such cycles are self-encapsulating.
Want joy? Go give yourself to something, besides yourself. ...so what if you get hurt, you're hurting anyway (in your loop), right? You may find a surprise or two...or many (even if it still hurts a little).
Friday, November 13, 2015
Cheerfulness Taught by Reason
My 'Friday Poem' selection for the week -- "Cheerfulness Taught by Reason":
I think we are too ready with complaint
In this fair world of God’s. Had we no hope
Indeed beyond the zenith and the slope
Of yon gray blank of sky, we might be faint
To muse upon eternity’s constraint
Round our aspirant souls. But since the scope
Must widen early, is it well to droop,
For a few days consumed in loss and taint?
O pusillanimous Heart, be comforted,—
And, like a cheerful traveller, take the road—
Singing beside the hedge. What if the bread
Be bitter in thine inn, and thou unshod
To meet the flints?—At least it may be said,
“Because the way is short, I thank thee, God!”
-- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I think we are too ready with complaint
In this fair world of God’s. Had we no hope
Indeed beyond the zenith and the slope
Of yon gray blank of sky, we might be faint
To muse upon eternity’s constraint
Round our aspirant souls. But since the scope
Must widen early, is it well to droop,
For a few days consumed in loss and taint?
O pusillanimous Heart, be comforted,—
And, like a cheerful traveller, take the road—
Singing beside the hedge. What if the bread
Be bitter in thine inn, and thou unshod
To meet the flints?—At least it may be said,
“Because the way is short, I thank thee, God!”
-- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Minimum Wage
I don't know exactly how I feel about the current $15 / hr minimum wage debate — lots of ramifications economically and socially. As an employer of minimum wage employees, $15 / hr would substantially affect our margins. If I were an employee, I would think it very difficult to exist on current minimum wage levels.
The sides of the current debate about this seem to be highly influenced by where you are starting from. How do wages impact our views of life? Would more money for the same work be better? Or, would it disincentivize a person from growing and becoming capable of more contribution? How is value monetized? How should it be? How does what executives make relative to minimum wage workers impact these questions?
We all have a tendency to use research as a drunkard uses a lamp-post — for support, but not for illumination.
-- David Ogilvy
The sides of the current debate about this seem to be highly influenced by where you are starting from. How do wages impact our views of life? Would more money for the same work be better? Or, would it disincentivize a person from growing and becoming capable of more contribution? How is value monetized? How should it be? How does what executives make relative to minimum wage workers impact these questions?
We all have a tendency to use research as a drunkard uses a lamp-post — for support, but not for illumination.
-- David Ogilvy
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
The Tyranny of Financial Insecurity
Within six months, we lost the beautiful house on 2 and a half acres on a hill overlooking a valley, where we had lived for 17 years. We lost our cars. We lost virtually every material thing we had, moved to a small rental way out in the woods (where I began writing The Shack) and six months later into the smaller rental in Gresham where we live. Most of this time I have worked at least three jobs (jobs that Papa brought along) just to put food on the table and pay the bills.
This is the time of our lives when we learned that the opposite of “more” is “enough.”
But today I am free! Our time in Gresham has been one of the greatest times of spiritual growth in our family. Our kids had to make huge changes and they did with open hearts. I have no fear of money or financial security anymore. The imaginations of the future are gone and I have learned to live in the truth of the present, where Jesus dwells with me. There is nothing like losing everything to heal you of the fear and to learn that you have enough, each day. My life is full of joy.
-- Wm. Paul Young
This observation stands out to me: "There is nothing like losing everything to heal you of the fear and to learn that you have enough, each day." More here....
This is the time of our lives when we learned that the opposite of “more” is “enough.”
But today I am free! Our time in Gresham has been one of the greatest times of spiritual growth in our family. Our kids had to make huge changes and they did with open hearts. I have no fear of money or financial security anymore. The imaginations of the future are gone and I have learned to live in the truth of the present, where Jesus dwells with me. There is nothing like losing everything to heal you of the fear and to learn that you have enough, each day. My life is full of joy.
-- Wm. Paul Young
This observation stands out to me: "There is nothing like losing everything to heal you of the fear and to learn that you have enough, each day." More here....
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Ready
I seem to be much more ready retroactively, than I am proactively.
...there is something contradictory in this statement.
...there is something contradictory in this statement.
Sunday, November 08, 2015
Saturday, November 07, 2015
Bravery
Bravery is for the people who have no choice, people like Chesley Sullenberger and Audie Murphy.
Bravery is for the people who are gifted, people like Ralph Abernathy, Sarah Kay and Miles Davis.
Bravery is for the people who are called, people like Abraham Lincoln, Rosa Parks and Mother Theresa.
Bravery is for other people.
When you see it that way, it's so clearly and patently absurd that it's pretty clear that bravery is merely a choice.
At least once in your life (maybe this week, maybe today) you did something that was brave and generous and important.
The only question is one of degree... when will we care enough to be brave again?
-- Seth Godin
This, coupled with the brilliance of this crisp Fall morning, makes me want to be brave again today.
Bravery is for the people who are gifted, people like Ralph Abernathy, Sarah Kay and Miles Davis.
Bravery is for the people who are called, people like Abraham Lincoln, Rosa Parks and Mother Theresa.
Bravery is for other people.
When you see it that way, it's so clearly and patently absurd that it's pretty clear that bravery is merely a choice.
At least once in your life (maybe this week, maybe today) you did something that was brave and generous and important.
The only question is one of degree... when will we care enough to be brave again?
-- Seth Godin
This, coupled with the brilliance of this crisp Fall morning, makes me want to be brave again today.
Friday, November 06, 2015
After The Disaster
My 'Friday Poem' selection for the week -- "After The Disaster":
A picnic in the sequoias, light
filtered into planes, and the canopy
cut through. Fire raged in that place
one month ago. Since I’d been there,
I’d have to see it burning.
Nature of events to brush
against us like the leaves
of aspens brush against each
other in a grove full of them
carved with the initials
of people from the small weird town
hikers only like for gas. Messages
get past borders—water
across the cut stem of the sent
sunflower alive with good
intentions. People who mistake
clarity for certainty haven’t learned
that listening isn’t taking
a transcript, it’s not speech
the voice longs for, it’s something
deeper inside the throat.
Now, from the beginning, recite
the alphabet of everything
you should have wanted, silverware,
a husband, a house to live in
like a castle, but I wanted
fame among the brave.
A winter night in desert light:
trucks carving out air-corridors
of headlight on the interstate
at intervals only a vigil
could keep. Constellations
so clean you can see
the possibilities denied.
Talking about philosophy
might never be dinner
but can return
your body to a state
of wonder before sleep.
The night reduced us
to our elements.
I wanted water, and whatever
found itself unborn
in me to stay alive.
-- Katie Peterson
"...mistake clarity for certainty...",
"...listening isn't taking a transcript...",
"...so clean you can see the possibilities denied.",
"...whatever found itself unborn in me to stay alive."
...SO much to bask in, in this one.
A picnic in the sequoias, light
filtered into planes, and the canopy
cut through. Fire raged in that place
one month ago. Since I’d been there,
I’d have to see it burning.
Nature of events to brush
against us like the leaves
of aspens brush against each
other in a grove full of them
carved with the initials
of people from the small weird town
hikers only like for gas. Messages
get past borders—water
across the cut stem of the sent
sunflower alive with good
intentions. People who mistake
clarity for certainty haven’t learned
that listening isn’t taking
a transcript, it’s not speech
the voice longs for, it’s something
deeper inside the throat.
Now, from the beginning, recite
the alphabet of everything
you should have wanted, silverware,
a husband, a house to live in
like a castle, but I wanted
fame among the brave.
A winter night in desert light:
trucks carving out air-corridors
of headlight on the interstate
at intervals only a vigil
could keep. Constellations
so clean you can see
the possibilities denied.
Talking about philosophy
might never be dinner
but can return
your body to a state
of wonder before sleep.
The night reduced us
to our elements.
I wanted water, and whatever
found itself unborn
in me to stay alive.
-- Katie Peterson
"...mistake clarity for certainty...",
"...listening isn't taking a transcript...",
"...so clean you can see the possibilities denied.",
"...whatever found itself unborn in me to stay alive."
...SO much to bask in, in this one.
Thursday, November 05, 2015
Wednesday, November 04, 2015
Fall Tree Of The Day
Attention is the beginning of devotion.
-- Mary Oliver
...and a reminder that it is often from the forced-attention of the unfamiliar that some of the best surprises (and devotions) come!
More pics from this stunning Fall here....
-- Mary Oliver
...and a reminder that it is often from the forced-attention of the unfamiliar that some of the best surprises (and devotions) come!
More pics from this stunning Fall here....
Tuesday, November 03, 2015
Something Unfamiliar
There is nothing like deep, extended travel into something unfamiliar to illuminate a new understanding .
Monday, November 02, 2015
Running In the Dark
I seem to be in a season now where things feel tome like trying to run in the dark -- like I did this morning, along a familiar, but very unlit route. I was often feeling like I was going to run into something, to the point where I actually had to stop a couple of times. Occasionally, I even feared something jumping out at me...despite that it never has before. It is interesting what deep darkness does to the senses...and our internals.
Like the familiar aroma of the season of Fall, I smell the one that comes from an internal disquiet I feel these days. It is unfamiliar; I am uncertain...unilluminated.
Like the familiar aroma of the season of Fall, I smell the one that comes from an internal disquiet I feel these days. It is unfamiliar; I am uncertain...unilluminated.
Sunday, November 01, 2015
When
So it's searchable:
When I said, "My foot is slipping,"
your unfailing love, Lord, supported me.
When anxiety was great within me,
your consolation brought me joy.
-- Psalm 94:18-19
When I said, "My foot is slipping,"
your unfailing love, Lord, supported me.
When anxiety was great within me,
your consolation brought me joy.
-- Psalm 94:18-19
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