Wednesday, December 29, 2010

The Butterfly Project

During the Holocaust 1,500,000 innocent children perished.

To honor and remember their lives, the Holocaust Museum Houston is hosting a wonderful project. By June 30, 2012 they hope to have collected 1.5 million handmade butterflies!

I thought all my creative friends out there might want to participate. The planned exhibit promises to be breath-taking. It's a wonderful way to contribute. May we never forget!

Get the finer details here!

Thanks go to my friend Nance for letting me know about the project... she's one of those creative types I mentioned :-)


The picture is Holocaust Butterfly by Cherries.Swaps. The butterfly is her contribution. She tells how she made it via the link.

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Sunday, December 26, 2010

Immodesty ~ The Elephant in our Sanctuaries

If there's one thing I know about myself it's how to dress. I'm not touting a degree of fashion, don't misunderstand. I'm a simple dresser who is more times than not satisfied with a pair of bluejeans. I'm just saying that it's a pretty demanding world out there and I reserve the right out of all the things required of me to pick and choose what I will and will not wear. Any implication or imposition otherwise by anyone is stepping where no toes should go!

Or is it?

"..women should adorn themselves in respectable apparel, with modesty and self-control, not with braided hair and gold or pearls or costly attire.." 1 Timothy 2:9 (esv)
In Barnes' notes on the Bible he states... "There is no religion in a negligent mode of apparel, or in inattention to personal appearance - anymore than there is in wearing gold and pearls; and a female may as truly violate the precepts of her religion by neglecting her personal appearance as by excessive attention to it. The true idea here [about modesty] is, that her attention to her appearance should be such that she will be offensive to no class of persons; such as to show that her mind is supremely fixed on higher and more important things, and such as to interfere with no duty which she owes, and no good which she can do, either by spending her time needlessly in personal adorning, or by lavishing that money for dress which might do good to others, or by neglecting the proprieties of her station, and making herself offensive to others.
For some reason, this issue is RARELY preached on (I have never heard it). Consequently, it's the "elephant" in our sanctuaries today. I think we need to shine a little light... do a little soul searching. I'm not about to tell anyone how to dress though...uh uh... I'll let Randy Alcorn do it. haha!

The resources Randy mention are: The Look: Does God Really Care What I Wear? and Free to be Modest.

I found another video the younger ladies might also be interested in. Listen to what these young men have to say about girls who dress modestly versus girls who don't.

The goal of modesty for Christian girls and women should be to glorify God. We should strive to reflect our love for Christ through both our appearance and in our behavior.

Do not let your adornment be merely outward—arranging the hair, wearing gold, or putting on fine apparel. Rather let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the incorruptible beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is very precious in the sight of God.
1 Peter 3:3-4


A few years ago THE REBELUTION - (A teenage rebellion against low expectations) created a modesty survey that was taken by over 1600 guys. I'm not sure that one can still participate in the on-line survey but the overview and results are still available and are quite amazing. Check it out!

I like truth and balance. I'm not advocating for burqa-wear (head to toe cloaking) and yet I hope we (me included) won't toss the issue aside as irrelevant either. Are those bluejeans we favor pleasing to God? Blouse too low? Skirt too short? Maybe, maybe not. Let's ask Him and find out...

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Just Like Cookies!

When I was working at decorating these this little reindeer cookies it was fun to see how each one seemed to take on its own "expression".

I cut all these cookies out with the same cutter and yet, no two are exactly alike. At first glance they may seem the same but I, their creator know different.

Some are wrinklier, darker, fatter or taller. Some have weak legs or necks. Some of the prettiest ones are that way because I had to cover up a flaw. Every little ornament I attached has it's own delicate shape which made for bigger eyes or rounder noses.

I guess it's pretty obvious where I'm taking you with my little analogy but I still want to go there.

God is so creative that even though we are all human beings we are not exact replicas of each other. We are all created specifically in His image and yet we are individuals. I love His diversity!

So if Christmas time (or any other season) makes you feel like you're just one, lost in the crowd, don't believe it! You are not just "one out of a million". God, your creator knows YOU, loves YOU and came to us all, born in a manger... our savior, the Christ. That is what Christmas is all about.

Give thanks!

For you formed my inward parts; you covered me in my mother's womb. I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works, And that my soul knows well. Psalm 139:13-14.

Merry Christmas each and every one :-)


If you don't know what it means to trust and know God personally then please go here now!

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Sunday, December 12, 2010

The Abusive Truth

Rarely do I have time to open every interesting link that comes through my feeder. It's been my habit for quite sometime to drop worthy bits into a lead folder to look at when I have time.

Saturday before last I sat on the couch, my mission to peruse my lead folder for possibilities. You know... material for blog posts, networking, sharing with friends, a little head wagging and some soap boxing.

What I discovered was a new Facebook trend. One I'm not too happy about. Below are items I brought out of my lead folder that were stashed from Facebook links. When I went to view them I got this response -

The link you are trying to visit has been reported as abusive by Facebook users


I was able to track most of them down via alternative sources. You tell me. Do these "abusive" items have a common denominator?


















I couldn't believe it when link after link came up with Facebook's "Sorry" disclaimer! I sent the administrators a message about my discovery and my opinion about what appeared to be targeted anti-christian action.

What's really galling is that there are entire "follower" filled pages (not just links) on Facebook dedicated to the hatred of Christians and Jews that are allowed to flourish. There are several pages dedicated solely to pleading with Facebook to shut down such pages. I am tempted to spell out what some of these pages are titled but I just can't bring myself to give recognition to such trash. Many of them are very expletive and bold in their expressions of hatred towards the Lord Jesus and yet, they remain.

Not sure what to do about all this but I had to get it off my chest. Certainly, we need to be on our knees. The days are growing darker my friends. The truth is uncomfortable but it is far from abusive...it is life saving. Let your light shine!!!

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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Bible Notes

Scribbled on paper and tucked away in my bible. A few notes about the Word of God.




Pray over it
Ponder it
Preserve it
Practice it
Proclaim it


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Assimilate / Appreciate / Appropriate

It will be a source of...

Growth / Victory / Joy / Guidance


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Is there a promise to claim?
A lesson to learn?
A blessing to enjoy?
A command to obey?
A sin to avoid?
New thought to carry with me?




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Friday, November 12, 2010

Eyes to See

We've all seen those colorful clips of cars or people zooming along in high-speed streaks. Pretty to look at but in reality, I don't think the journey would be much of a joy!

If we're not careful, life will seem just like that. Going fast, going faster, checking our lists, forgetting to breathe and being annoyed at anything and anyone getting in the way. Not good.

If we have no time for love then what good are we? Not much according to 1 Corinthians 13.

We have been commanded... "You shall love the LORD your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your strength, and with all your mind, and your neighbor as yourself" This is beautifully demonstrated for us in the Parable of the Good Samaritan.

See if a little bit of virtual reality doesn't speak to you. It did me.




"If a sudden jar can cause me to speak an impatient, unloving word, then I know nothing of Calvary love. For a cup brimful of sweet water cannot spill even one drop of bitter water, however suddenly jolted. " ~ Amy Carmichael

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Monday, November 8, 2010

Prayer Journal Project

Do you have a prayer journal? Would you like to have one? If your answer is yes (and I hope it is) then I want to point you to my friend Joli's blog AfterGlow.

Today she starts an instructional series about how to set up your very own prayer journal! She has kept one for a very long time and has created a wonderful method that will ensure us a treasure from the first moment of its making.

I think having the journal in a binder as Joli does is a fabulous idea. I am looking forward to each lesson so that I can get mine all together and start using it.

I think color coding may be involved, not to mention a short list of supplies to get at the local office supply house!!!

I hope you will join me. I'm already charged up after reading the first installment. So many things are included that I hadn't thought of before. Thank you Joli for sharing!

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Sunday, November 7, 2010

Talk About a Poetic Challenge!

Not long ago, my friend Vee over at Living Journey posted this beautiful video poem called Reverse Thinking. It has an important message. I've been holding onto it with a plan to study it and use the technique to come up with something similarly impressive. Well ha, ha and double ha! This is hard.

I would love to see what you all can come up with. Shoot me a link when and if you do so I can post it here!

Okay, on with the video...




Air smoochies to Vee for the great find!
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Saturday, November 6, 2010

Growing Pains

GrowUpDeep is due for a change. Anyone who visits my blog has noticed that there's not much to read lately!

Growing up requires us to change all the time. Consequently, for now, I am learning and trying to put away my "framing square" and have more joy!

What that means for this blog is that I am no longer going to consider it a place for only devotionals and poetry. I'm finding that devotional writing is not necessarily a sustainable passion for me. As for poetry... my own is something I want to be meaningful. It must be inspired which means I'm not going to try and crank one out for the sake of poetry itself.

I thought about shutting GrowUpDeep down and putting up something all new but I've decided against that because I want it to be what it is... growing pains and all. Document the journey.

My natural tendencies are those of the "first-born list-making get-er-done" type. If you are one too then you know, or will know one day what a toll it can take on you. It's not all bad...I'm thankful for those characteristics and have accomplished a lot by way of them. BUT, the key is balance and I need to counter balance by not demanding so much (or actually so little) out of GrowUpDeep.

Anyway, I said all that to say that things may be different around here from now on. I will put up what I want to share with no regard to prior self imposed preconceived requirements. Like the picture, it may be a little more like wild flowers instead of the formal variety. As always, in all things... to God be the glory!

Awww... I like it already :-)

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Saturday, October 23, 2010

Even Unto the Weakest Saint

This devotion written by Spurgeon is one of the most beautiful I have ever read. I am tempted to commit it to memory. I thought you may enjoy it as well.



"Thy paths drop fatness."—Psalm 65:11.


MANY are "the paths of the Lord" which "drop fatness," but an especial one is the path of prayer. No believer, who is much in the closet, will have need to cry, "My leanness, my leanness; woe unto me."

Starving souls live at a distance from the mercy-seat, and become like the parched fields in times of drought. Prevalence with God in wrestling prayer is sure to make the believer strong—if not happy.

The nearest place to the gate of heaven is the throne of the heavenly grace. Much alone, and you will have much assurance; little alone with Jesus, your religion will be shallow, polluted with many doubts and fears, and not sparkling with the joy of the Lord.

Since the soul-enriching path of prayer is open to the very weakest saint; since no high attainments are required; since you are not bidden to come because you are an advanced saint, but freely invited if you be a saint at all; see to it, dear reader, that you are often in the way of private devotion. Be much on your knees, for so Elijah drew the rain upon famished Israel's fields.

There is another especial path dropping with fatness to those who walk therein, it is the secret walk of communion. Oh! the delights of fellowship with Jesus! Earth hath no words which can set forth the holy calm of a soul leaning on Jesus' bosom. Few Christians understand it, they live in the lowlands and seldom climb to the top of Nebo: they live in the outer court, they enter not the holy place, they take not up the privilege of priesthood.

At a distance they see the sacrifice, but they sit not down with the priest to eat thereof, and to enjoy the fat of the burnt offering. But, reader, sit thou ever under the shadow of Jesus; come up to that palm tree, and take hold of the branches thereof; let thy beloved be unto thee as the apple-tree among the trees of the wood, and thou shalt be satisfied as with marrow and fatness. O Jesus, visit us with Thy salvation!

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Thursday, September 16, 2010

Raw (e) Snacks

Trying my hand at a little photography fun. A challenge was thrown out by Diane Estrella to photograph snacks. I don't think mine is all that good but I wanted to play. I used my cell phone. See the good stuff over at her place.



This was my 1:00 protein meal today.


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Monday, September 13, 2010

Messenger

Grandma says she saw a man with a mustache in her living room Sunday morning. I say she saw an angel. He walked amongst the circle of she and her children as they listened to a preacher on tv. She says a cross was passed to each one in a lighted moment. She wasn't afraid.




that quick
like parted lips
the curtain's edge
lifted from the sill
to speak of change





Don't go...
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Saturday, September 11, 2010

I Remember

This video is a beautiful memorial to the tragic events of September 11, 2001. America will never be the same...




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Monday, August 2, 2010

Silly Girl

It happens every spring. Baby Robins outgrow their small nests and fall to the ground below. It's a dangerous time for the baby and anyone maliciously or innocently coming near the innocent little life. Mama bird will squawk at and dive-bomb all who approach!

After an intense and brief period of feeding by both mom and dad, the babies are grown enough to fly away. The yard is quiet and safe again.

Usually.

This year, one of the little ones (affectionately called Robbi) couldn't fly away. She is special in that one of her wings didn't grow out long enough. Her brother (Stubby) was born with the same issue except his feather shortage affects his tail. He can fly, just not very far or high. Still, he can come and go as he pleases.

Robbi is stuck. She has never been out of our back yard. She is by herself much of the time. Strangers come to the feeders and Stubby visits occasionally but she wishes she could fly too.

She has found the highest point in the yard to stand and crane her neck trying to glimpse the other side of the fence that limits her world.

She is spoiled in her little yard. It's full of various plant life for shade and hunting. Dad (my hubby) has equipped her world with low level baths and feeders. He purposely sprinkles the yard to cool it off and inspire bugs to surface. He's trained the dog not to bother her. She's got it pretty good.

The thing is... she doesn't understand all the whys of her world. She wants out of it. She cranes for what she cannot have. If she were to get her way just once... it would be the end for her. She wouldn't make it one day. She would be unprotected with no fence around her and no provision.

Watching her today, I wondered at how much I am like little Robbi. So much of the time I overlook the abundant and marvelous blessings God has placed in my world and life. I focus on what seems to have been denied me. I ask why oh why. I want to see beyond the hedge about me.

As I think of this scenario and of God bringing it to my attention, I am comforted. I can't help but smile and feel His love for me. He is a gentle husband... and I am a silly girl sometimes.


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Friday, July 30, 2010

Resurrection Sunday Dance

I first saw this video at my friend Marja's blog and I can't get enough of it. I love that they are dancing before the Lord full out and having such fun. I wanna dance tooooo....







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Thursday, July 22, 2010

Naming Names

I usually start my devotional time with prayer. I try to follow a four-point method of Adoration, Confession, Thanksgiving and finally Supplication. It's not a rule, it's just a banner at the top of my prayer page that helps me.

A few mornings ago I picked up on a trend regarding my confession segment. I noticed that I often swept through it with a quick..."and forgive me for all my sins" request and moved on.

Moments like these for me are actually that still small voice of the Holy Spirit. He gave me a gentle elbow... "this is not full confession" He said.

As you can imagine, I've given this a lot of thought over the last few days.

I know that asking for forgiveness of sins is acknowledgment of their existence but I think to get them out on the "table" is a good thing. We need to hear ourselves speak them; to name their ugly names. Perhaps we need to have a serious conversation about them. We certainly do not need to wait for specific times in our day to address them.

On those rare occasions that I actually can't think of anything then maybe I should just be quiet for a moment... ask Him to look me over and let me know how I'm doing.

Can we repent and fully turn from our wicked ways if we do not specifically address them? If I just do a habitual quickie forgiveness request it seems like merely handing my soiled garment to Jesus and saying "here, wash this". It has become a recited 'bead' in my prayer banner. Repetitive and ritualistic. Oh how that must hurt Him. Cringe!

Jesus is faithful to forgive. He's wonderful like that but I want my prayers... all segments to effectively work together to make a difference in the world, in others and in myself. I want the lines of communication between He and me to always be open and active.


Lord,... I've been insensitive about my transgressions against You. Please forgive me! May I never forget the price you paid for me and that you alone are worthy of all my loyalty, love, honor and respect. I am so grateful for your correction in my life.
Empower me to be a good and faithful servant.

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Thursday, June 17, 2010

Have You Done Done it?

I cringed when I heard the pastor tell the caller and those in the listening television audience that certain sins or sins committed too often could cause one to be cut off from God forever! He further added..."and don't try to come back and then expect a sign from God that you are once again excepted". He quoted the following verses to back his statement:

Heb 10:26-27 For if we sin willfully after we have received the knowledge of the truth, there no longer remains a sacrifice for sins, but a certain fearful expectation of judgment, and fiery indignation which will devour the adversaries.

This pastor (I pity his flock, if indeed he has one) seemed to want to remove all hope from the caller. There was no place for mercy. To me, it was as good as sayings.. "now just sit there in your torment until hell comes to get you". The sad part about this scenario is that it wasn't the first time I've heard it.

May I just say this... HOG WASH!! If you have committed sin, any sin and would like to repent and be forgiven then take it to Jesus. He is ready, willing and able. It's that simple. It's that wonderful!

These verses are talking about those who are apostates, who turn their backs on and deny the only way of salvation for their sin. It's a natural consequence that if one expects any other form of salvation by any other means that it's a futile expectation! If a person comes seeking forgiveness from Jesus then they've come to the right place. They are not apostate or they wouldn't approach in the first place.

To read more on this subject and verse I highly recommend Barnes' Notes, it will bring you comfort and confidence. I was going to include some quotes from the commentary but because it's so good I found myself copying and pasting practically the whole thing. Better to just provide you with the link.

To anyone who may be tempted to dole out the same advice given by the pastor I say this:

God will bring down the proud and if you think... "I would never do such a thing" then be careful! We have no idea how wicked our hearts are nor what we are capable of if the circumstances are just right. We all need to pray each day for God to deliver us from evil.

Now that I have that out of my system, let's enjoy this wonderful song by Gary Chapman that is so appropriate. Sweet Glow of Mercy. If you cannot watch the video then go here for the lyrics.

1Ch 16:34 ~ Oh, give thanks to the LORD, for He is good! For His mercy endures forever.



Photo ~ Depths of Sorrow (google re-use)
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Wednesday, May 12, 2010

The Wall

It seems every now and then I run up against a creativity wall. This is one of those times. I haven't posted in awhile so I wanted to let my readers know that I am still "out there".

I got a promotion at work (yay!) and am in the thick of on-the-job training that takes me into over-time quite often.

So basically, I am tired! I can see a light at the end of the tunnel though and hope you will stick with me until I get my creative energy back. Soon!

Blessings to you all.
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Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Unsweet

barbed wire dreams
lit with candlelight
flickered away my childhood

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This is a random act of poetry inspired by the book I Never Saw Another Butterfly - specifically the entry titled Terezin written by Hanus Hachenburg IV (1944).

This book is a collection of children's drawings and poems from Terezin Concentration Camp. A total of 15,000 children under the age of fifteen passed through Terezin. Less than 100 survived.




Photo: Secret Dreams (google reuse)

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Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Firty Goodness

My sweet little rat terrier knows no bounds. He wants to participate in everything I do. That includes National Poetry Month. So it's with great pleasure that I introduce and welcome Elvis as my guest poet today.



Spring is in the air and that means one of my all time favorite goodies will come buzzin in ... flies! Otherwise affectionately known as firts.

Anticipation has me feeling poetic so I thought I would give a little rhyme a whirl. I hope you like it.


Firty Goodness

There once was a firt that flew
But when that firt fell to the ground
And on his back he spun around

I could not help but come and see
Was this morsel meant just for me?
Shall I put him out of his misery?

I thought I could and knew I should
So out came my tongue for the delicate treat
Green belly, wings and padded feet

Way too yummy to rush or crush
I took it slow between cheek and gum
Sweetly peppered heaven-sent plum

Yum :-)



Photo: Elviswantstogo

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Monday, April 5, 2010

Dad



leather chair by lamp
pipe with good tobacco and
a Louis Lamour




Photo "book" (google-reuse)

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Saturday, April 3, 2010

Brain Fog

Yep, some days I just feel like this... *shrug*




I am a cardboard cutout
complete with brass prong joints
plastic floaty-pupil eyes and
rubber band thoughts





google reuse photo


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Friday, April 2, 2010

In The Night












I dream of fringed shawls

cedar bowls full of prayer
voices singing Holy Holy Holy




Photo: fringe on Prayer Shawl (google reuse)

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Thursday, April 1, 2010

National Poetry Month!

A whole entire month dedicated to poetry... wheeeee!! I'm trying to write a poem a day as suggested by NaPoWriMo or at least make a contribution or two or three to the one, the only, the fabulous Cunning Poets Society.

Come on... get your wild little tootsies wet. See what poetic words are hidden in you!

I'll start with this...











THE VALLEY

not dry
not empty

lonely

full of souls
crying
trying
to find paradise

it smells of hell

maybe...

for him
it's money
pride
and too much sex

over there
hog jowls
grits
and buttermilk

hers
of rhythm
marijuana
and burnt rubber

and we...

must awake
uncover our mouths
cry out
stretch out
extend a hand

hurry!




photo "homeless" (google reuse)


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Monday, March 29, 2010

The First Red

I couldn't pass up the opportunity to share this beautiful poem written by my friend Vee. It comforts me to think that wonderful Autumn is safely abiding over at her house while I enjoy Springtime here.



The First Red


What is this I happen to see?

the first leaf which appears to be

turning a colour, the deepest of red

as the night time cools, the heat has fled


This is the first of many to come

the days, they shrink away from the sun

A wave of red that lays on the ground

I just can’t wait for that crunchy sound


the morning it brings a familiar smell

of the cool rich earth of the dew that fell

the sun shines down where the droplets lay

as one season starts, the other goes away


…this is it,

the first of the red





Thanks to Vee for sharing. I hope you will visit her at Living Journey.

Photo: Australia - Red Fall (google re-use)


Sunday, March 7, 2010

Sweet Rewards

There was a certain man in Caesarea called Cornelius, a centurion of what was called the Italian Regiment, a devout man and one who feared God with all his household, who gave alms generously to the people, and prayed to God always.
About the ninth hour of the day he saw clearly in a vision an angel of God coming in and saying to him, "Cornelius!" And when he observed him, he was afraid, and said, "What is it, lord?" So he said to him, "Your prayers and your alms have come up for a memorial before God." Acts 10:1-4


What a wonderful sentence... "Your prayers and your alms have come up for a memorial before God"

At this time Cornelius didn't know that the Messiah had come, he was going about his day as he always had. Doing good.

God saw his heart and his generosity and wanted to bless him with a wonderful surprise. He sent Peter to him who revealed Jesus to his entire household. As a consequence, they were all saved and baptized.

Can you imagine Cornelius' joy? These verses remind me that though we are not saved by works, they are sacrifices upon the alter that ascend to God.

Is my life a sweet aroma before the Lord? Is yours?



Photo 'no name' is a google re-use source

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Monday, February 22, 2010

A World of Kindness

When I heard that the Blog Carnival word was "kindness" I went to the web to find out what the world thought about it. My browser returned 24,000,000 hits!

To my surprise what I got was mostly... what The World thought about it. The Christian perspective seemed strangely missing. Isn't that odd?

It was a shocking illustration of a searching world and a yawning church! Maybe it just seemed that way. Maybe the church is so busy be-ing kind that it doesn't have time to talk about it. That would be nice.

I think the sign in this picture was one of the best messages I found. I know the term "random acts of kindness" is a little old hat now but the fact remains...a little kindness does wonders in this heartbroken world.





Photo is a Google re-use

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Monday, February 15, 2010

Poof...Gone to Azotus!

Now when they came up out of the water, the Spirit of the Lord caught Philip away, so that the eunuch saw him no more; and he went on his way rejoicing. But Philip was found at Azotus. And passing through, he preached in all the cities till he came to Caesarea. Acts 8:39-40

Say what? I don't recall ever reading this or hearing it preached. Philip told the eunuch about Jesus and the man believes, is baptized and then immediately God just translates Philip to the next mission field. How neat is that?!

More than anything I am wondering why the book of Acts is hardly ever taught. Weird. I'm reading through it and enjoying so much the adventure and wonder of the early church and how active the gifts of God were in their lives.

The church today seems dead in comparison. Were these gifts just for the apostles as some suggest or is this just an excuse to wave away our own ineffectiveness at delivering the gospel to the lost?

I wonder...

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Thursday, February 11, 2010

Clavey Territory

My sweet neat friend nAncY, the administrator of the Cunning Poets Society has issued a February challenge to all its members. Write a poem with the theme "homesick".

Since I am very challenged this week with school and tests I had to draw one out of the archives. I actually had a few false starts on something fresh but my mind kept crawling back to this prior work that I hadn't thought of in a long time.

Some of my best memories are of the many camping trips our family took when I was a kid. Dad was amazing at finding
the best never-see-a soul camping spot in the beautiful Sierras. California's not the place I grew up in anymore, that's what this poem is about.


(click photo to see the splendor)


CLAVEY TERRITORY

The Clavey was mine
I owned it as a child
spending weeks there
never seeing a passerby

I kept RC colas
icy
in its waters
baked potatoes in its soil
fished and hiked and strung
my hammock from one pine to another

I sat by the fire
surrounded by crisp air
hot faces and wieners
on a whittled sticks

Its meadows were whispy
wide and wild with flowers
the smell of caterpillars, fern
and manzanita

Only a generation from then
my Clavey is a piece of piƱata candy
scrambled after by those
I do not know

Now, pressing a piece of old
tent canvas against my face
I can smell our times together
It was my Clavey
it was mine.




I miss you dad.


Original version published by Blackmail Press in 2005
Photo is Albert Bierstadt's "Among the Sierra Nevada Mountains" (creative commons)


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Monday, February 8, 2010

Fly Away



when I was young
I held dandelions close to my mouth
blowing the seeds away
in one hard push
like dust from a book

these days
I twirl the stem at arm's length
blowing gently
watching the seeds
surf
to
the
ground
on waves of heat





Photo is: dandelion (google re-use)

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Thursday, February 4, 2010

Would God Bury You?

Okay, not everyone's favorite subject, mine either, but it came up during my morning devotional time. Burial vs cremation.

For many years it's been my preference to be cremated. I mean it's just a body right? And when I'm no longer living in it then what's the bother about spending tons of money putting it in a pretty box that's going to be covered up with dirt and never seen again!


I figured it like this...Ideally, family and friends would gather after my passing to hug each others' necks, tell stories, eat some tacos and then spread my ashes in the deep dark ferny Sierra mountains.

I had settled in my mind that it was not un-christian-like to be cremated. I wasn't worried about God needing my body one day to transact a successful resurrection. After all, martyrs have been burned at the stake and unfortunate sailors have been eatin by creatures of the sea.

I know that the Master of the universe is able to gather and restore every particle of one's physical body no matter it's final demise. To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord! I was not concerned.

Then one morning as I was reading my bible I came across the passage where God has Moses up on a mountain telling him he's going to die. I've read it numerous times but when I came to the following verses I saw what I had never seen before...


So Moses the servant of the LORD died there in the land of Moab, according to the word of the LORD.
And He buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, opposite Beth Peor; but no one knows his grave to this day. Deut. 34:5-6

Did you catch it? God B U R I E D Moses. In that very instant I knew that for me, cremation was no longer my preference. God preferred burial. This is what He himself did for the body of one of his beloved children.

I still don't believe, as some do, that being cremated is some unpardonable sin. I do believe for me, that if given a choice in the matter, it would please Him more if I were to choose burial. So I have changed my mind!

I love how the Lord gives me "the elbow" every now and again...


Photo is "Graveside" by Lorrie :-)


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Thursday, January 14, 2010

How I Came to Love Poetry

I think that poetry came to love me.

I came into this world disgruntled at having to be here. I know that sounds weird and I thought it probably was weird until I read Henry Vaughan's poem The Retreat.

I was validated by those fantastic poetic words.

Poetry came to me as a gift. Not a gift in the sense of it being a talent but a gift because it allows me to feel a connection to something I feel painfully separated from. It is personal. It is a relationship and the things that are whispered to me alone...



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Glynn of Faith, Fiction, Friends offered the chance to receive a copy of InsideOut: Poems for free, along with a free bottle Sineann 2007 Merlot Hillside to all who would write 100 words or less on either of these themes: “Why poetry matters today,” or “How I came to love poetry.”

Good fun...thanks guys!



Photo is "tree of heaven" (google re-use)



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Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Do You Have a Hankering?

The word for the blog carnival this merry go-round is lust.

Basic beginning - I went and looked the word up in my thesaurus. It made me giggle right off the bat when I noticed the words “hanker for”. What a funny word… hanker.

Looking up hanker, it pointed to want, crave and hunger. Nothing inherently wrong there. I guess it depends on what one is hankering for, right?

Turning my thoughts to the Bible next, these verses came to mind…

Do not love the world or the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is NOT in him. For all that is in the world - the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life - is not of the father but is of the world. And the world is passing away, and the lust of it; but he who does the will of God abides forever. 1 John 2:15-17

Well alrighty then. These verses say that ALL that is in the world that is not of the Father stems from lust and pride. Seems it’s a little more serious than a mere hanker and not very funny at that!

Strong’s defines that word lust like this:

(G1939) a longing (especially for what is forbidden): - concupiscence, desire, lust (after).

If you’re like me at all you’re now wondering what in the world concupiscence means. This is what I found..

An ardent, usually sensuous, longing; a strong sexual desire; lust; a selfish human desire for an object, person, or experience, a desire of the lower appetite contrary to reason; the orientation, inclination or innate tendency of human beings to do evil.

That's quite a definition. The more I find out about our little word lust the more serious it becomes. I honestly don’t think I can expound on what God’s Word so plainly magnifies.

A verse for exhortation though…

I say then: Walk in the Spirit, and you shall not fulfill the lust of the flesh. Gal 5:16

That’s what is says!


Photo is "sin" (google re-use)

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