Saturday, July 26, 2008

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Reflections on Psalm 22. I think we've all felt this way at some point.

I cry by day....but he doesn't answer;
and by night, but I have no rest.
YET, he is holy.
He is enthroned as a mighty King, a loving father, a meek lamb.
...But I am a worm and not a woman, a reproach of men and despised by the people.

Yet you, Lord God, MY God, you brought me forth from my mother's womb.  You made me trust at a time when I didn't even understand faith or life.  Upon you I was cast from birth; you have been my God since before I was born.

Be not far from me, Jesus, Father, Friend.
There are times when white hot fear melts my heart like wax.
We've all been attacked.  We've been taken captive and beaten while down low.
Hasten to my assistance, Lord.  Deliver.  Save.

You do not despise the affliction of the afflicted.
Restore praises in my mouth.
Let me tell how you have transformed me
...to the glory of your name, my Salvation.
'Til death do I part
In this my case
I have only one plea:
Jesus Christ, he covers me

My soul's sin-sick nature,
for shame it reals,
clinging to death, hoping for life
weary from its self-inflicted strife

There is no flower,
no gently humming bee.
Dear God forgive me
I've forsaken me

Where is the absolute 
we all were told exists?
Where is love and life and right,
this supposed eternal bliss?

Where has your joy gone?
Your fellowship, your faith?
Where have my words fled to?
-Some muted and silent place

And still 'til death do I part,
in this my case,
I have only one plea:
Jesus Christ, he covers me.

Monday, July 14, 2008

"He Believes in Himself"

"The publisher said, 'that man will get on; he believes in himself.'  And I remember that as I lifted my head to listen, my eye caught an omnibus on which was written Hanwell.  I said to him, 'Shall I tell you where the men are who believe in themselves?  For I can tell you.  I know of men who believe in themselves more colossally than Napoleon or Caesar.  I know where flames the fixed star of certainty and success.  I can guide you to the thrones of the Supermen.  The men who really believe in themselves are all in lunatic asylums...'
....That publisher who thought that men would get on if they believe in themselves, those seekers after the Superman who are always looking for him in the looking-glass, the writers who talk about impressing their personalities instead of creating life for the world, all these people have really only an inch between them and this awful emptiness.  Then when this kindly world all round the man has been blackened out like a lie; when friends fade into ghosts, and the foundations of the world fail; then when the man, believing in nothing and in no man, is alone in his own nightmare, then the great individualistic motto shall be written over him in avenging irony.  The stars will be only dots in the blackness of his own brain; his mother's face will be only a sketch from his own insane pencil on the walls of his cell.  But over his cell shall be written, with dreadful truth, 'He believes in himself.'"
-G.K. Chesterton


As I read this, I was overwhelmed with the realization that not only do I see this to be extremely prevalent in my contemporaries but especially so in myself.  Certainly God created us as unique individuals, each with his own set of talents and dispositions, but Chesterton here is addressing a core issue in our humanity, the intense gravitational pull of Self and the tendency to believe that when all else fades away I still have my independence.  And it seems that independence isn't the only thing we hold so tightly to; no, that's only a fraction of it.  Rather it's our seeming need to be significant, to contribute something, to be special, or as Chesterton puts it to be the 'Superman.'  
There was only one Superman, and he was the most humble servant of all.
    

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

faith like a child

"Miss Joy, can we do the lawnmower dance?"...........  "Miss Joy, I need a band-aid."...........  "Um, Miss Joy, when are you gonna tell us who got the solos?"...............  "Is there a dance part, Miss Joy?"................  "Can we go on stage yet?"..................  "Miss Joy, I lost my safari bag."..............  "Can you tie my shoe?".........."Miss Joy, can we pray for Morgan?  She's sick."  

My kids.  They keep me on my toes.  This week I'm surrounded by over 60 beautiful children, ages 8 to 12.  Fantastic little singers; profound little thinkers.  They take over any room (and every near-by heart) with their energy, optimism and unadulterated promise.  It's during weeks like this when I love my job.  Too bad music and drama camp only comes once a year.  

Sunday, July 6, 2008

A Great Hope ...a work in progress

My hope is Freedom:
-A space in which to live honestly, having been set free to live a life defined by love--a love that is determined by grace.

My hope is Significance:
-To play an important part in a great adventure.
-To be a key ingredient in someone else's recipe for fulfillment and joy.

My hope is a happy ending:
-To die someday filled with thanksgiving for the ways in which God was faithful.
-To look back and see love, forgiveness, and joy... real relationships.
-To leave a legacy that reflects God's glory and gives hope to those who follow.