rant rant rant whine whine whine.
Jesus. Acceptance. Lay everything at his feet. Because he cares for me.I will not be anxious for tomorrow, because this is today, and today has been good.
Moment by Moment
The watch is taken slowly off the wrist
A man smiles
Hesitantly, he imagines the encounter approaching
from around the next rotation of the earth.
Biding its time, fulfillment
Begins to enter the room
Like a child afraid of a force field
One body part at a time.
An old man looks upwards to observe
The sea-eagle booming its boisterous call.
For one moment he is alive
and he realizes that the succession of moments leads to life, not death.
Thus, is the man freed by truth;
the family offered another opportunity to
see the age-old facade.
The moment to opposing wills
unite in mutual intimacy and submission,
The day the rose blossoms unanimously
decide to reveal their treasure,
The instance of submersion that leads to
rebirth…
Skimming over the reflective surface
the webs of experience allow
for occasional glimpses of the sky.
Starting now until the end of summer.
Hollow
Haunting empty void
Ache
Builds consumes voraciously
Stop
Thoughts end in the cold
Why
The question rebounds off the slate-colored, smooth marble.
Pulling
Inward. The never-satisfied beast rears its featureless maw to swallow
You.
The clock keeps ticking, keep breathing.
Moments
Create hope. The tug to live pushes back and darkness ebbs.
“Climb the tree”
He calls to you.
One more branch. One more moment. One more breath.
Begin anew and wake to see the dawn
Sun rising o’er the ashes of defeat.
What once was death will bring new life upon
The day the White resumes His right, the seat.
True peace, Shalom, renews the long lost calm.
The earth, the air, the fire, the ice, complete
The dance of centaur, phoenix, sphinx, and fawn.
And all await their wondrous Lord to meet.
But, O, to be there on that happy day!
To stand and see the world as it should be,
Would be beyond the scope of words to say.
Yet, if God deigned to show this all to me,
I feel as though my lips could not contain
Even the most mundane and base refrain.
The Porch
Comfortable California spring
The clink clink clink
As I stir my glass of
Chocolate milk.
It’s an “adult” glass.
Green and almost too big,
My 9 year-old hands
Caught between serenity
And excited security.
Vibrant green grass,
Lush lavender bushes,
The Porch nestled between silent suburban hills.
Removed as an eagle’s perch,
In the corner of the manor on the hill.
He looks at me
With grandfatherly pride and affection.
I gush at him
like flood restrained
By nothing but self-perceived maturity
He listens to me
As though I matter;
Not speaking
I absorb
With the adoration of a grandson
Sitting across from his confidant, his hero,
His Papu.
Words were not needed to soak in
His placid strength.
When my cousin
died
I came to
The Porch
I cried
I talked
He listened
Comforted
Encouraged
And slowly
I healed.
We conquered death
On that porch.
I’m forever changed because
He was there
On the Porch.
Apparently the last Calvin and Hobbes wanted to solidify itself in our minds and hearts as one of the best comic strips ever in existence.
Working at a desk and waiting for something to do. I am paid to sit, to wait, to observe. This is a beautiful job. I can become lost in my imagination, write a couple blog posts, keep up with my friends online, and even read a little of a good book. Basically, when there is nothing to do, I am getting paid to do exactly what I would do on a day off.
Rambling, that’s what I need to do in these things, that’s what people do in their personal blog posts right? Maybe. I always seem to find I have something to say to the world of readers, my loyal followers. (I have maybe 10 followers, I would bet 1 or 2 will ever read this post)
Don’t take yourself too seriously. Humility is not thinking less of yourself but thinking of yourself less. So all that time you spent riding yourself too hard, justifying yourself unjustly, putting yourself above or below others was wasted on pride and self-centeredness. Yes, yes, yes I need to hear this more than anyone. That’s why I write it.
If you want to get a truth inside you, write it. Say it. Act it. Make it a part of you.
Humility. The misunderstood virtue. The loser of the bunch. The poor in spirit. The inheritor of the kingdom. The prince among men. The one for all.
My title of this blog is ‘random thoughts on the passing parade.” besides the fact that it sounds too much like I am gonna be talking about current events, I think this post has done that better than any others so far… maybe my next post will be some creative writing stuff :)
peace to the out
I know this is not a novel concept, but the in between is where we live.
In between melting and freezing, the souls sap quivers. - T.S. Eliot
The tension between the already and not yet nature in our lives on earth is excruciating. We must suffer the cross of death to experience the resurrection of life. On this earth we get to experience both. Often simultaneously. We suffer from tragic loss and worship the God who has given us everything. We deal with broken relationships while being assured that God has healed all brokenness.
How then must we live? With the assurance of things hoped for and the evidence of things unseen. By faith we live. By faith we walk through this bleeding world and know that all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.
Here I might add that we do not ignore the “not yet” within this world, we bring the “already” to the “not yet.” We are members in the incarnation of Christ; the perfect marriage of the “already” and the “not yet.” In order to fully realize the bridge between these two we must acknowledge, deal with, and weep over the fallen nature of the world. Although God’s redemption has come, it is still a tragedy when a child dies of illness. It is still horrific when a person made in the image of God can rape another individual. There is pain, brokenness, wounding in this world. We of the in between have the unique opportunity to bring healing to the sick, to rejoice in times of tribulation, to weep with the unlovable, to comfort those who are lost, and to experience the peace of eternal redemption at the same time as the sorrow of sin and death.
The in between is reality. Someday we shall experience the fulfillment of all of God’s promised redemption, healing, restoration. Until that day, we strive to live in the place of light; we are the privileged messengers, members, and reality of the kingdom: on earth as it is in heaven.
May His Kingdom Come.
(Source: missjugni, via mynameiskellyn)
Sometimes it seems easier to do anything besides your work. Anything. However, because of the intensity of the danger, I would caution against several popular sites in the process of procrastination. First, Facebook, codename: procrastination inferno. There are circles within circles of that procrastination hell trap. The road to Facebook is paved with good intentions, “I’ll just see if I have any notifications…” “I just need to reply to this one message…” etc. the list goes on. It wouldn’t be so hard except that your homepage is a massive amount of data on people that you probably care enough about to leave their posts on your newsfeed. there is more going on on facebook then a we can actually process and there is a distinct possibility of eternal procrastination.
Next, Instagram. Codename: a picture is worth a thousand procrastinations. Just don’t open this application. It is about as addicting as heroin and works as fast. One look and “ooo pretty pictures!!!” your brain stops productivity and enters into consumption mode. Just keep scrolling, just keep scrolling, what do we do? we scroll, etc. at some point you just have to stop.
Well this tumblr post just got cut short. :( #theemptyfeelingwhenyouhurtsomeoneyoulove
