The one

The one

(Jesus x one = Infinite possibilities ) All Generations

You are the one,

It is you that I seek,

Come away,

You alone are who I want to meet.

The crowds, the masses,

You alone are my desire,

Their turn will come,

But for now come sit by my fire.

Though for the world I died

It is for your heart that I fight.

And though for all the sacrifice,

 I ask you to warm yourself in my light

Multiplied by one,

My power, love and splendor

Can move mountains and break chains.

So Come away and surrender

Place yourself in my equation

You are the one I will chase

I am multiplication

The 99 can wait

The many, much loved,

But one times infinity

Is all that I need

My love given individually

When each adding to the whole

The sum exploding exponentially

Transformation and reconciliation

All together yet separately.

Bowling balls and bow and arrows

Bowling balls and bow and arrows

Aiming through narrow lanes,

Put the bowling ball down.

No need to lug and lift and throw,

Gently now lower to the ground.

Pins all lined up in a row,

Target in plain view,

Limited in its reach,

Man’s control to try to hit the few.

Now The archer’s tool to wield

The weight and draw fit to size

To aim and release the goal

Arrow placed, let loose and fly

Quiver filled like overflowing bowl

Windage adjusted by the Lord

Target greater, farther than sight can see

 Destination by man unexplored.

The call to serve where we are placed, sometimes feels like we are bowling, heavy, ungainly and demanding of lots of effort. But in truth we simply need to heed the call, to pick up the bow, aim and release then rest in the  Lord trusting he knows where to land what he asked to be released.

"Jesus said to His followers, 'Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.'” Matthew 11:28–30

 2 Kings 13:15-17  Elisha said, “Get a bow and some arrows,” and he did so. ¹⁶ “Take the bow in your hands,” he said to the king of Israel. When he had taken it, Elisha put his hands on the king’s hands.¹⁷ “Open the east window,” he said, and he opened it. “Shoot!” Elisha said, and he shot “The Lord’s arrow of victory, the arrow of victory over Aram!” Elisha declared. “You will completely destroy the Arameans at Aphek.”

Jeremiah 51:11

Sharpen the arrows, fill the quivers! The LORD has aroused the spirit of the kings of the Medes, because His purpose is against Babylon to destroy it; for it is the vengeance of the LORD, vengeance for His temple

Growing pink

Growing pink

White: holy unblemished and pure

Not of this world

Nor of human form

Perfect sacrifice forevermore

Red: rivulets from flesh surrendered

Earthly gift

Heavenly giver

Life flowing act of love

Growing pink deep inside

Something new

Supernatural flow

Out pouring agape’

 Emanating beyond all borders

Deposited spirit and love

Moving mountains external and within


 During  a teaching on hearing God's voice, We were to  ask God What color do you see in so and so... My Partner replied green on the outside( for growing) and Pink in the middle but the pink was really God's pureness in white, mixed with God's love in red...thus the poem .

Kintsugi

KINTSUGI

Lumpy old clay,

Loving hands molding.

Useful vessel

 Filled with living each day

Imperfect cistern,

Leaky cracks unable to hold,

Constant flowing in

  Momentary glimpses of eternal springs.

Fractures growing in evidence,

 Seeping, sieve of a jar,

Never the less unending source

  Life blood streaming in decadence.

Ordinary container,

Empty ever so quickly,

Words of eternity poured out

 Created to be a love retainer.

Seams in repair,

Gaps tended and cleaned.

Gold dust filling,

 Mended with holy Care.

  

Sanctified Vessels,

Earthenware being overlaid.

Transformed holder,

 Now fashioned with Precious metals.

"Kintsugi is the centuries-old Japanese art of fixing broken pottery with a special lacquer dusted with powdered gold, silver, or platinum." We are like ordinary vessels that often have flaws and cracks and dings and it sometimes feels like in one breath we are filled with his presence and the next feeling so empty. But our heavenly potter continues to pour into us a never ending supply of love and continues to fill those cracks with gold dust transforming us into beautiful vessels.  

http://mymodernmet.com/kintsugi-kintsukuroi/

Image taken from

 http://www.amusingplanet.com/2014/05/kintsugi-japanese-art-of-fixing-broken.html

Ain't no small thing

Ain't no small thing

Small things count, small things are stepping stones of obedience, and even a small pebble makes ripples in a pond.( IF Gathering inspired)

The nod of the head as you drove by,

The shy hello in passing,

Even the smile flashed on the fly…

Ain't no small thing

The hug and warm embrace,

That kind word of encouragement,

The way you remembered my name…

Ain't no small thing

Your listening ear,

Spoken prayer,

And an invitation to share…

Ain't no small thing.

When asked to come for tea,

Delivered a much needed meal,

Or said yeah come over I’m free…

Ain't no small thing

When you welcomed me into your mess,

Let me into your pain,

Or offered your forgiveness…

Ain't no small thing

Walks and talks together,

Coffee breaks and texting messages,

Offered friendship in full measure…

Ain't no small thing

When you loved my unlovable,

Brought balm for my wounds

And held me when unconsolable…

Ain't no small thing

When you placed your heart on display

And waited patiently for me

Day after day committing to pray…

Ain't no small thing

When you coached and instructed,

Or admitted you just didn’t know,

When I let you down and still you trusted…

Ain't no small thing

When He chatted with the woman at the well

Turned water into wine

Or Broke bread with the twelve…

Aint no small thing.

Taking Sides

Taking Sides

Taking Sides

Tension pulling, who’s Right and who’s wrong

 Each view praising their own song,

 Black, white, native, refugee’s,

LGBT, Men, women, babies.

 Each one so precious

Gift of life each breath.

Not we, who are to place value

We are too flawed and skewed.

 By His love we gain significance,

All to display, His exquisiteness.

Arrogance to crush one for the other.

Kingdom truth pushed aside, smothered,

Both “sides” lost in lies.

So hardened unable to sympathize.

Break open your hearts,

Back to basics we start.

Only one side speaks with honesty,

One common genealogy.

From Jesus receive gift of salvation,

Our s to speak good news of his love for creation.

Living closely, clinging to the vine,

He to direct the boundary line.

Our souls being tugged and led astray

Instead of eternal vision distracted by the news of the day

Enemy lines drawn in the sand

On God’s promises where we are to stand

The Cross, The tearing of the veil

Communion with God will prevail

But here and now we get to choose

Into our communities let his love be infused

or take our sides and refuse.

little one

Little one

Little one stuck in the cross fire,

Adults broken and lost

Dragging the innocent into the quagmire

Anger, violence, abuse now on child, their albatross

Splintering, splitting, and burying the pain.

To the world pretending all is well,

But day by day the enemy adding chain

Child becoming hollowed out, empty shell.

Relationships so un-trust worthy.

Confusion and chaos swirling round,

So tired, starving and thirsty,

Numbing the only place solace is found.

Religious shackles thrown on for good measure;

Should’s and shouldn’ts, rules and regulations.

The truth and love of Jesus, buried treasure.

 Hurt upon hurt, Pile on more violations.

But God in his great Mercy

Revealing his gift of salvation

He sees you little one as worthy

Now begins the transformation.

Stripping way of lies and iniquity

Removing the heritage of pain

Restoring original dignity

Heavenly sacrifice clearing all stains.

Not your fault, not your load!

Rest now sweet one in His loving arm,

Releasing of anguish won’t implode,

He the great physician will cause no harm.

Survival, each part learned its role;

Pain bearers, organizer, parent, and child.

Dissociating so as to save the whole.

 Fear not new territory, now to reconcile.

Healing his heart’s desire

You journey not alone

He dresses you in righteous attire

His spirit with you and in you, his home.

Safe to trust the trust worthy one

Safe to give all memories too

Safe is God’s only son

Safe to bring to light and rest in truth.


Dedicated to my mom and Ruth