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And First to Crush the Wisdom Comes

There are days of death and days of war
That bring us closer to your door
And while we shuffle anxious feet
We wait outside the door to meet.

We fail and lose and fall and die
And wonder vaguely towards the sky
The things we thought were sure are dead
And things we hoped are put to bed.

Life goes on, or so they say
and bad men usually get their way
But what is most surprising now
Is not the what or the how.

Truth calls for love
Love stands on truth
We stand or fall on blood
And blood makes us clean or sends us below.
And so everywhere there is blood.

First

Sometimes it so happens
And life can never be the same
And all we want to know
Is how can He possibly redeem this?

Going to Trust...

You ever feel like you were stuck? You ever feel like there just wasn't a good option? You ever feel happy? You ever feel like things couldn't get any better? Feelings are important... but they do have a way of confusing things, don't they?

Trusting God when things seem bad and when things seem great can be hard to remember. Living with feelings can be hard to do. He is God however. Who else are you going to trust?

Meow Kitty

Quote of the Week XLI

All too often, however, we are enticed by the worldly substitutes. When facing hardship, we are apt to seek a friend before turning to the Psalms. When tempted to doubt God's provision, we turn to human leaders before going to the words of Jesus. When angry, we seek someone who will justify us rather than the wisdom of Proverbs. Within us all is the tendency to turn to the uninspired books of men ahead of the inspired Book of God. (J. Ligon Duncan, Ph.D. and Randy Stinson, Ph.D. from the preface of Recovering Biblical Manhood and Womanhood. Crossway Books. Wheaton: 2006.)

Clock-time is a plague
A fading shadow of real order
The ticking of the seconds
Is not the sun, is not the moon.

There is a season
But it is not a roman god
There is a time
But we do not decide its beginning or ending.

Real days pass
And real hours come
We move through time like a wave
It mostly moves us.

Bonhoeffer

I just finished a biography on Dietrich Bonhoeffer written by Eric Metaxas. Rarely have I seen such a gift of writing used on a biography. So much to think about. So much to be thankful for. I loved all of it.

I dream a dream where gazes rise
Where all the hope and beauty lies
Where princes sleep and dragons rest
And all the coloured tucans nest.

Sleep tonight and you will wake
Though this storm is wild
Wait for me and I will take
You to that blessed dream my child.

Another Year

Another year has passed. I now have more years than Baskin Robins has flavours. That one seemed a bit rough. I don't have that overly-optimistic feeling I once did. I am miraculously still here. Not to worry- I won't explain that. Still I do remember the fire. I do remember the desire. I do remember the capacity, the fervor, the zest... I remember being awake. It can take a lot to wake a sleeper. Let's hope that I am rousing.

Again

And then death comes knocking
and of course I let him in
And all the hope collapses
And all is lost again.

Sometimes I can't imagine making it in this life. I just think it is one epic fail after another. I imagine that if God had wanted to help me He would have done so long ago.

And I don't understand freedom. And I don't understand predestination. And I don't understand evil. And I get this feeling that I have outlived my usefulness. I worry that I am even more free than I realized and thus even more culpable.

How long will my heart contend with God? How long will I be a fool. Why must I wrestle? I hear bells.

Sleeping While Covered in Fur

I have always liked cats. I really couldn't say why. I had some good ones in my day. One thing I like is how calm they can be. I like being at peace. I always have. I have not actually always been at peace. And unrest has not always been followed by periods of peace. Unrest has often been followed by more unrest. Perhaps that is why I value peace so...

Peace with God is peace indeed. Other things are incidental. How easy it is to forget that.

A Time to Win and a Time to Lose

The ebb and flow of life with all its struggles, battles, and pain is something that escapes me. Yet the scriptures say:

3:1 For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:

2 a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
3 a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4 a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5 a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
7 a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8 a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.
(Ecc. 3:1-8)

There is a time for every heartache and defeat under the sun. Let us- let me- remember that.

And Now Especially...

Love lived seems love lost
Joy remembered seems a ghost
Happy days seem far removed
And I will praise His name.

The dead seem to linger
And their pain is a dam
That holds back all the ocean
But I will praise His name.

The sun seems to hide
Or maybe I am blind
For His word never fails
So will I praise His name.

The earth opens to swallow me
And I stand at the edge
And all the inky blackness
Let all that is within me praise His name.

Epic Fail...

Determined to find meaning in Christmas I have decided to make an effort. I've always wanted to have something to hold onto... but holidays always seem so sad. It's true that I expect an epic fail...

How Long

Psalm 13
To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David.

13:1 How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me?
2 How long must I take counsel in my soul
and have sorrow in my heart all the day?
How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?

3 Consider and answer me, O Lord my God;
light up my eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death,
4 lest my enemy say, “I have prevailed over him,”
lest my foes rejoice because I am shaken.

5 But I have trusted in your steadfast love;
my heart shall rejoice in your salvation.
6 I will sing to the Lord,
because he has dealt bountifully with me.

"Light up my eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death..." I think many of us have felt what this request expresses. We may not have the gall to say such things to God. Maybe we feel it's not our place. Maybe we feel we don't deserve it. Maybe this, maybe that- we all feel things that we want to bring to the Lord but for some reason we don't.

Now maybe at the moment you are not thinking to yourself, God make me alive or I will die. However, I'm sure that there is something that you feel that you don't want to bring to God. And I know, it very well may be something like if you don't save me now I'm going to die.

I know that I don't want to bring certain things to God. I also know that I get tired of bringing them. I know that my perseverance fails me. But would it not, in point of fact, be a shame to God to not come through on His word? Of course it would. He has not, does not, and will not fail.

As the blog is changing I decided to try a slightly new look. It will take me some time to work out all the details. Please forgive the annoying bits while I wade through it all. The Lord be praised.

Dear reader,

It occurs to me that I don't seem to listen. That mostly means that you were right and now I am suffering the consequences. Some people say that you have to hit bottom to have a real change of heart. Am I going to find out?