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Being. Happy and Fortunate.
Sometimes, particularly after a bad experience, I wonder how God’s heart must break from all the evil that we do to each other. The harm, hate and abuse we pour into each other. It’s bad enough what this does to us, I can only imagine God’s pain from seeing it. There was a particular horror that Jesus experienced. God brutally murdered. Judged and executed in full public display. Jesus’ father forsook him, his friends either denied or betrayed him, his community rejected him. He experienced all of the pain and misery, harm, hate and abuse that we’ve suffered. This means he understands and can relate to us. The resurrection of…
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Wind of New Birth
Wind of New Birth by Jim Wall Today my life somehow changed All of my thoughts rearranged I’ve been seeing the sun from the ocean floor Soon the waves won’t hide it anymore Bright rays of light blind my eyes Rainbow streams down from the skies I’ve been lifted to life on the land Gently placed down on the sand Standing up, walking the earth Dancing in the wind of new birth Healing in the shade of the trees Cooling and resting in the breeze Beautiful and ready is the bride New city drops down from the skies A lion walks out, becomes a lamb Receives the scroll placed in…
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From an Infinite Well
The problem with gifts is we always want more. We seem to be wired this way from an early age. Even if we got the gift we wanted for our birthday, it wasn’t too long until we wanted the next thing. Then we grow up, and we think we’re beyond this. Yet, every gift we receives seems to have a built-in time limit, an expiration date past which we receive increasingly diminished amounts of joy. The gifts of good relationships and friendships hold up better, but how often do we expect more from our relationships? No matter how much is given, it’s never quite enough.
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We’re all Children of our Time
I always thought old age, death, or insanity would quiet their voices. I’m not insane. At least not yet. And even though I’m not dead, I’m much older. The voices are the songs, movies and art of the 1960’s. They were imprinted on me as my first impressions, my earliest memories. The voices seemed like implied promises. Do whatever you want, whenever and with whomever. Peace, love and happiness for ourselves and for the world. It was a dream that almost became reality. “Almost” is the problem. It has always been that way. The serpent promised in the Garden of Eden that we would be like God, “For God knows that when…
