Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Psalm 63

Well, I am about to take the plunge and post POETRY. How scary is that--I am about to go emotionally skinny dipping. Ah, well... let's not get on the subject of nudity. This blog is a lady. Here we goooo...!

Psalm 63

The ache only grows
for my God Jesus
I feel it in the lament of empty arms and fingertips
I taste it on honeyed lips ready to flow to my beloved
My belly flames with longing
Miss you, Jesus. I miss you God.

Do you remember the garden I only know through thick glass?
I have seen you—I have—
and yet it is never enough.
I would shrink back, half-dead with heartache,
but for your strong hands on my shoulders holding me fast, even washing my feet
as I stagger on.

Tell me again the story of us, stars singing for joy as the world careened into motion, into love, into singing.

You fill me like a tidal wave drowns
You change me like fire ruins clay
You cripple me and break all my brokenness
Until you are my only help, you my only life.
O kind Love, kindly kill me
Until charred flesh gives way to glory.

 the only Cadence

my joy is your joy
my name is your name
let all else be ravished
let love remain

(mostly july 5th ’11)
*cadence is music-speak for 'ending'.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Eyes of the heart

Well, I missed June.  Oh well!  Happy July to all.  Go play some Christmas music (Am I the only one that does that?).

Anyhow... It's astonishing how critical perspective is.  In short, I suppose that perspective is a fancy word for how you see.  Your box seat in life. 

To step just one metre (i miss the Queen's English) deeper--Jesus is life.  There is no life apart from Him.  So all that matters truly is how you see Jesus.

"Who do you say that I am?" I LOVE that Jesus asked his disciples this question. 
He knew who he was.  But Jesus wanted to hear them name him.  He cares incredibly about who we can say he is.
And that dictates how we see.  If we can say You are GOOD--then even in really horrific circumstances, we will see through the lense of His goodness.

I also think he cares about us answering honestly.  He's never gone in for robot worship.  If we cannot honestly say that in our lives, Jesus is kind and gentle with perfect leadership, he doesn't pout or shrink back in disgust. 

It's an invitation to wrestle.  And the more we fight INTO him, the more we truly see him and his kindness.  Really, like Madeleine L'Engle writes (oh Jesus thank you for Madeleine L'Engle), the only unbearable thing is the refusal to love.  Because that seperates, and that is death.  As long as we're kicking and screaming and bleeding and yet still engaging Him, then I believe that He will perfect our sight.

I really want to see Him. 

To give a little anecdote--God often gives me songs a few days or weeks before I absolutely need to sing them to survive.  Or he might have others compliment me or bless me right before I'm really attacked in that certain area. 

This could be considered cruel, and I could grit my teeth whenever I receive anything encouraging or any song.  Or it could be taken as a tender touch by Jesus, preparing me and blessing me before hard things.

All depends on how well you see. 

Eph. 1:17-19.