When the Desert Whispers(a passage)

The desert once awakened fear and despair;but its where God is found to show His wonders toward one of faith.I may come through in cuts and scrapes or dissolve into a tiny pillar of salt;but I dare to dream because I am certain that I will see the Lord's goodness in the land of the living. In my weakness of heart,a formless mass of chaos God is the difference hovering above my head and extended before me like the ancient pillar guiding the Israelite camp.The purple hue of the evening firmament is settling in far above the desert plain. Sustenance cannot just be expected in a valley passing between dunes thickly layered in sifting sand much like the collapsing folds of sand; then rising higher being sifted as debris is removed and taken by the movement of the earth revealing to unearth a buried relic,an artifact embedded in the sands of time pouring through the hour glass within the depths of this heart. Im setting apart an experience in my life with expectant waiting in reverential awe for the Lord to show the miraculous concerning what I am to do with my life and His will to be revealed. I will lift up my eyes,and open my mouth for the coming rain like manna. If you should wander from the artificial beauty along the path of all that has been done before,and embark on a wilderness retreat. If you listen, it is not the chirping cicadas that will linger on but the sonorous notes will ring out because this is my song.

Ive been feelin' bluer than the Sky

Isnt it amazing that the sky is blue!
It has been blue forever.
The color always remains in the canopy of the sky and has been for all peoples.
It is amazing that God stepped out before the foundation of the world and said:" Hmmm
lets make the color of the heavens that stretches without end blue".
The fingertips of the Almighty upon the unfurling of the blue sky before its all
encompassing tint and matter were released upon the tapestry of the atmosphere

Enter the Blue

In the field I spin around and around over and over like a whipping wind.
I create an air current within my space.
With a movement that is visible only to the natural elements around me
for I am alone. A smile of exuberance on my face.
The sunflowers and grass touch my knees.
I raise my hands hoping to touch a cloud.
I began to jump hands raised high.
Then disappeared before I knew it into blue.

The Seeping Blood

His body taken down from the cross and wrapped in burial cloth soaked
through every bit of the garment. His wounds and blood that covered His entire body,
and bled through having poured over the wounds of my personal imperfections.
As He was resurrected He was healed. All of the blood loss receded and shriveled up
seeping back through the skin simultaneously. Each wound and scrape of skin healed
over as the trickling blood that is the healing of all life is reclaimed into the body,and
restored within the blood flow from whence it had poured out. Each drop of wet blood
dried as tiny pools of blood between hair on His forearm evaporates.
Jesus Christ sat up in the tomb with a force that shook the whole earth.
The shroud which held Messiah came undone.

A Parade Passing Through

At times I believe in a grand affair made up of confetti falling from the sky.
Countless streamers have fallen upon the black pavement.
Amidst the commotion the sound of balloon pop is heard.
I see the broad reaching smile of my bride who is the focus of the parade.
I see her wand bedecked in silver glitter with a star at the end of the scepter.
My love sits enthroned upon a processional float, and she waves slowly to the vast
crowd as she is crowned the pageant winner.

Hope Borne of Adversity

Our perspective has matured given the time to reflect on everything lost;
and now given the opportunity to have renewal poured through every fibre
of ones being. This is unparalleled and appealing enough to sieze upon.
It is abundance birthed from appreciation knit together in the peace of coming
through a pain so worthwhile and an unquenchable light to guide the way home!
Gazing over a seaside promontory our hearts engulfed as the waves break upon
the cliff. The rising spray of the tide echoes the new hope set within our hearts.
As we embark upon a new journey our footsteps rustle the many autumn colored
leaves of the lush and brown soil in Eden restored.

Fruits of Alienation

If we are honest and truthful with ourselves and our hearts we would all admit we have all experienced alianation to a degree. Alienation can be painful for a season. Alienation can be socially defined,but I feel religious ideals of love can make religious alienation feel extremely harsh and cold:because people orchestrate religion and never give the ideal to a curious "seeker". In this instance you may feel rejected by peers and even shunned by God. In some of these systems that are Phairasaical many would prefer it if certain outsiders were very aware of just how difficult is to really be forgiven. This can be a heavy weight placed upon you knowing your brother in a religious setting has let you down,and that hurts. You then may feel that the God of the universe doesnt really want to give you His goodness. One might intuit this due to interaction in religious circles;and the feelings of alienation are intensified. But, you must still search if you are hungry enough in your spirit to find a truth you so greatly need. You can begin to wonder just who is the God who transcends all earthly constructs. When you know who God truly is anyone can make allowances for the failings of others while embracing God as Abba Father. As I have reached the age of 33 I see alienation that leads to interpersonal growth to be beautiful as your faith that is just like pure gold is fashioned and refined. I have been cut off by society totally at times it seemed,but it only drew me to Jesus and a new birth that far outshines the pain of alienation. Jesus said "Blessed are the poor in spirit because the kingdom of heaven is theirs"(Mt5:4) Now I know the pain of alienation does not impede spiritual progress or wholeness despite the injustices of alienation most have experienced whether it be the Jews of the holcaust,or the Palestinian struggle to claim land for survival. Maybe its not accepting my worth for a time,or the life of the Kurds who have said"We have no friends but the mountains". It could be the loss of a young adolescent love that may send someone into the terrain of alienation.
In some ways I have asked the outside world for alienation bacause I have found the purposed glory to be unsatisfactory.Eventhough I might have been alienated at one time and the path may have been askew all these years that may have been wondered about;but it brings the eternal inside,the kingdom, comfort,and a supernatural filling. You will welcome alienation if you are fed up with the answers of life that have been passed down as norms to embrace. Because losing your life in this system only to find Jesus Christ makes any form of alienation appealing.

Dive

Imagine if all else failed and your dragging feet halt and stammer as you try to continue holding on to the safety so tight. You find yourself with the very tips of your toes curled around the edge of a cliff and a rushing waterfall splashing far below upon jagged rocks. Its a steep precipice but one jump away from all God has in store for your life. Look, a rainbow in the eastern blue sky is set as a promise. So leap out into this great wide open with your arms free and boldly extend outward from your body to embrace the limitless purpose God has intended for those who take the plunge. Will you dive into the life of God in Christ Jesus?

The Evolution of Mankind

I in no way believe all of life in the created order with its brilliant complexity is a result of a chance evolutionary beginning.(Diversity of Life80) God spoke and creation came into being;but an evolution of man has come as a variant strand in the resurrected body through the bloood and regeneration of Jesus Christ renewing all creation. In the book of Romans it is said that we are a new creation in Christ. Yes, there has been some divine mutation and a supernatural breakthrough of God intervening in the laws of nature.

Channeling

I open the channel of my heart to you O God. It is a sea stirred as gentle waves are raised even as the white sail of the reclamation of my life is unfurled. This is a new life unfolding where I can breathe again in this new atmosphere of my heart.

Join me for a Swim Tonight!?

Now that I have returned from my mental jaunt possibly induced by the half a cup of coffee that sits at the table surface at a restaraunt I looked down into the slightly stirred contents still steaming as I sit motionless and reflective of every sip. I notice the wet pavement and leaves trembling in a gust as fresh signs of an unexpected rain fall as precipitous specs of rain strike the surface of the windowpaine outside serve as a reminder of the many rains of goodness awash upon my soul affecting berings as the tattered sails of my purpose are continually turned around upon the sand bar so that I can face the mighty ocean reservoir of the limitless; as the tide carries me back to sail each time in a streamline direction to a sea of plenty. Every need rises with a surface splash carrying in its wake what is plenteous and gathered from the great depths,tasty in the saltwater spit that sprays. The wave of water cascades in a downward slope upon the hull of this curious vessel that we call the heart, that is prone to drift off course without more divine swells to alter direction;and many more ships are capsized in changing tides that remain unpredictable. Amidst crashing waves and having nothing to hold on to; not even broken planks of your vessel are worth reaching for. This is the baptism of your soul in the reservoir of God's prescence. Allow your spirit to be submerged,and wade out into the gentle waters. Headed straight for the bottom only to be renewed and emerge exactly as God created you to be.

From peak to peak I flew.
My flight never wavered although the wind blew.
I never looked down,but only listened to the sound of my chics in coo.

Rebuilding Ancient Ruins of the Heart

The ruins of my life have all been forgotten. What is left of the pile of rubble that crumbled from the mighty fall of the monument to grandiosity born of deepest hurt,and all that I had to do in order to consecrate an altar of recompense as each vital cog was pulled away from the foundation because of all that has been lost. In the prescence of my struggle my adversaries which implded from within and the tyrrany of enemies that came down upon my head with a gavel of injustice only added insult to injury. I was forsaken in a shattered pile of the pieces of pottery which displayed all that once was laid to smolder. I found solace and comfort in chasing a single charred remnant of ash the grey smoke carried in the wind;and at times I thought I was about to catch the piece as it touched upon a grey rock foundation of another edifice in ruins only to see it take to the air just out of reach of my hand. I was relieved to hold a single fragment of black ash out in the palm of my hand,but I noticed a single orange flame still burning slowly. I held the fallen,dark black piece of ash between my thumb and forefinger and examined it intently turning it over and over not to be burned by the tiny flame. I held the hot ash lit by orange fire to my lips. As I looked up to the sky and said aloud:"Lord this single piece of charred ash is all I have of my life. I will trust you with rebuilding my life if you alone will be even as this spark of flame upon a charred remnant held in my hand. Be the ember that ignites a new purpose that only you can set off,licking flame and ascending the entire mountainous plain."

God Expressed Himself

Whats in the power of language you may wonder? Let me tell you. In the first book of the Old Testament or Torah God simply said "Let there Be", and the earth and all properties that sustain human life and the broad scope of the natural realm came to be.