Sunday, March 20, 2011

Musing #11020320

Harvey stirred in his sleep, rose from the sheets and grabbed the power cord to the alarm clock. Yanking it from the wall, he tipped like a felled tree back into bed. His eyelids fluttered but never lifted. The turned-off logic of the sleep-walker placed his left hand on the dead clock. He patted in satisfaction. Dust stirred, now wafted in the quiet through the hair on the back of his hand.

Harvey's index finger flapped repeatedly against the alarm set button, as if demanding the clock be ready. An unjustified satisfaction that the alarm would roust him in time for work cut off his dreaming. The finger spasm ebbed in a mellowing sleep pattern triggered within the the abyssal brain. The poor man was incognizant his human itching for no limits on desire had scratched his responsibly intended arrival at work.

I wonder how long we Christians will view worship as taking place in the presence of symbols (talismans?), which we label beautiful reminders or ascribe as bearing comfort. How long will we be devoted to our traditions, these forms developed across centuries; and by which, we inculcate every next generation? Forms often identified as expected to help us feel and/or enter the Presence of God. Are the symbols justified?

How long will we allow ourselves to sleep-walk within religion but remain disconnected from the power? Adam communed with the Father. Jesus, the second Adam, has restored the communion. He prayed for you and me to be joined with God.

Do I consider myself as more awake than you? Does this post spring from a self-righteous need to fix you? No. Just yesterday, the Lord convicted me in the revelation of yet one more place in my heart where some idol of me was more important than Him.

I continue the journey to simply know His Presence trusting in the righteousness of Christ and His work on the cross. Nothing on earth helps me into the Presence of God. The Father has established the communion between us by His grace. I hope for you to be fully awake to this spiritual reality.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Musing # 1101318

Some days, I don't know what I want. I don't even know what I need. I just know my Father in heaven is the source of it all. I will choose to rest in Him and find in His rich store of goodness, what is best for me and a huge portion to share with others.

Monday, March 7, 2011


Thirty years ago today, my wife and I committed ourselves with vows to one another for life. I have no idea how long that will be, but if the first thirty years are any indication, the remainder will be wonderful.

I praise the Father for thinking up marriage and for bringing my path across hers thirty and half years ago!!

We met in late August, 1980, had our first date in mid-November, became engaged on Dec. 2 and married March 7th, 1981. We knew God had put us together. He has been ever faithful to guide us both in the relationship and through parenting our five children.