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//Friday, September 30, 2011 10:37 PM
Prodigal
“Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth? Tell me, if you have understanding. Job 38:4
//Wednesday, September 28, 2011 8:55 PM
If you were really there what would you write on a postcard,
Or on the sand, near where the river runs into the sea? Until the call of nightjars Interrupt and turn what was to come, was certain, Into memory. The stars are filming us for no one.
//Friday, September 23, 2011 9:16 PM
That in my secret heart,
No other love compares; No rival throne survives For I serve only you. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Consume me and captivate me wholly and completely. Teach me to trust you. Teach me to surrender. Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it is the will of the Lord that prevails. On another note, I miss the kids... :)
//Sunday, September 18, 2011 8:42 PM
The shepherd's heart :)
It's quite an indescribable feeling, delighting in others' epiphanies. To have your own, that is something, but to know others'... ah, that is quite entirely another thing. Every season and stage of life, I learn more about God my Father. My life is His, and my life is Him. This is his world, and he has ordained every single thing.
//Thursday, September 08, 2011 12:04 AM
Dreams. We all have dreams.
//Tuesday, September 06, 2011 10:52 PM
All of us are in a war. A war waged against life - seeking to control it, an innate desire to understand and hold the world, our world at least, in our palms. Even if one does not believe in God, it is still clear that there is some sort of an external force that we are subject to in the unfolding of our lives. It is then this force we strive with our whole lives to control, only to find ourselves beaten at death. We fight death by trying to grasp hold of life. But to fight death is to fight ourselves, for death is a product of our sin, an inevitable part of our lives ironically. To live is also to die. Can you understand that we can never triumph? So why should we fight? We fight from a point of defeat. It is altogether futile. Yet, that is what almost everyone is doing. It seems almost delusional to live. And it is, if there is no hope. What hope is there for one confined to an ending? But hope is in a new beginning. And there is hope, if there is something more after the physical death. It is time to stop fighting for something utterly impracticable and unreachable. It is time to let go of everything you fight to control in your life, into the hands of not the unknown external force but into the hands of a God who has ordained every single event of life (including death). To seek wisdom and understanding is to seek God, and that leaves us not "empowered" but our ability to "conquer" this external force through our understanding (for can you see that we would never be able to) but rather humbled at the vast expanse of a God who has measured out the entire cosmos with the span of his hand. It is time for peace, for the war has been fought, and the victory won by Jesus Christ my Saviour and my Lord.
//Saturday, September 03, 2011 11:01 PM
It's so easy to forget.
But today, somehow, I felt a little part of their sadness - in loss and emptiness. Somehow, I felt a tiny fragment of what they must have been feeling. How brave they have been. It takes much strength, and much light to get through the present darkness. But I know you will get through it my friend, with Christ your rock and strength, your ever present strength in time of need, your unwavering fortress. :)
//Thursday, September 01, 2011 10:33 PM
In the secret, in the quiet place;
In the stillness, You are there. For every moment of fire and lightning and ground-breaking epiphanies comes many more moments of a quiet dwelling in his presence, a quiet awe and gentle love that comes upon us, or just a peace that fills and guards our heart. Moments of intimacy with my God, just abiding in his presence, abiding in his love. A daily walk. Filled with little epiphanies, by the merry stream, and through the quiet pasture. The leaves are falling, falling as from way off, As though far gardens withered in the skies; They are falling with denying gestures. And in the nights the heavy earth is falling From all the stars down into loneliness. We are falling. This hand falls. And look at others: it is in them all. And yet there is One who holds this falling Endlessly gently in His hands. Ralph Waldo Emerson "If love were rain each of us would be loved as boundlessly as if each atom were an ocean in itself. If love were warmth each would be loved with the heat of a million suns." |
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