Month: January 2011

this poem spoke to me today….


Otherwise

Jane Kenyon

I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.

At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.

 

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for those in turmoil


from today’s reading in “Common Prayer”

We know, Lord, that the world will never cease to return hatred for love and violence for peace.  Still we pray for the courage and confidence to walk in love and peace for the sake of those who have never known love or peace, for the sake of our own treacherous hearts.  Amen.

May the peace of the Lord Christ go with you: wherever He may send you; may He guide you through the wilderness: protect you through the storm; may He bring you home rejoicing: at the wonders He has shown you; may He bring you home rejoicing: once again to our doors.

this song has been kicking my butt for 11 years…


The Chasing Song-Andrew Peterson

Now and then these feet just take to wandering
Now and then I prop them up at home
Sometimes I think about the consequences
Sometimes I don’t

Well, I realize that falling down ain’t graceful
But I thank the Lord that falling’s full of grace
Sometimes I take my eyes off Jesus
And you know that’s all it takes

Well I wish that I could say that at the close of every day
I was happy with the way that I’m behaving

‘Cause Job, he chased an answer
The wise men chased the Child
Jacob chased her 14 years and he
Captured Rachel’s smile
Moses chased the Promised Land
Joseph chased a dream
David, he chased God’s own heart
All I ever seem to chase is me

Well, they say a race can only have one winner
And you know you’ve got to pull out front to win
God knows the only time I’m winning
Is when I’m chasing Him

Well I wish that I could say that at the close of every day
I was happy with the way that I’m behaving

‘Cause Samson chased a woman
and he chased the Philistines
I’m not quite sure what Jonah chased
But I know he caught the sea
Cain, he chased the harvest
While Abel chased the beasts
David, he chased God’s own heart
All I ever seem to chase is me

And Jesus chased the moneymen
And he chased his Father’s will
He chased my sin to Calvary
And he caught it on that hill
Saul, he chased the Christians
Till his blindness made him see
David, he chased God’s own heart
All I ever seem to chase is me

You know how…


…you’ve heard and read bible stories all of your life, and then you read something that breathes new life or freshness into that story?  that happened to me today.

i was reading Jesus Manifesto by Leonard Sweet and Frank Viola.

“Watch Him at a wedding in Cana. According to the custom of that day, the bridegroom was responsible for supplying the food and wine.  You know the story.  The wine ran out.  This represented a social disgrace–a grave oversight on the part of the bridegroom.

Behold your Lord’s first miracle.  He turns water into wine–but no ordinary wine.  He creates a wine that is finer than the wine that had run out.  In one brilliant stroke of compassion, Jesus Christ removes the bridegroom’s shame.  He supplies the lack.  He covers the mistake.  He removes the disgrace.  He reverses the failure.  And He makes the bridegroom look like a champion.

WHAT A CHRIST!

i had NEVER seen that in the story before, and i wondered how many times do i miss the REAL CHRIST in the stories of the bible?  how many times do i just read and overlook the truth behind the miracle?  how many times do i gloss over as i read and miss the reality of what really happened?

may you read the stories of the bible today with new eyes.  may you have a greater understanding of what THIS GREAT CHRIST comes to do in our lives.  may we see that He comes to remove OUR shame, that He supplies OUR lack, that He covers OUR mistakes, that He removes OUR disgrace, that He reverses OUR failures, and He makes US look like champions.  WHAT A CHRIST!

My latest verse


Discipline-Chuck Harris

Something I lack….
Wish I had more of….

The gumption to pull myself up by my bootstraps and do the things I need and want to do.

The ability to not view such things as tasks or work, but to see these moments as opportunities to serve, worship & create.

To do the good and beautiful work!

some thoughts from MLK…


A genuine leader is not a searcher for consensus but a molder of consensus.

A lie cannot live.

A man who won’t die for something is not fit to live.

A nation or civilization that continues to produce soft-minded men purchases its own spiritual death on the installment plan.

A nation that continues year after year to spend more money on military defense than on programs of social uplift is approaching spiritual doom.

A right delayed is a right denied.

A riot is at bottom the language of the unheard.

All labor that uplifts humanity has dignity and importance and should be undertaken with painstaking excellence.

All progress is precarious, and the solution of one problem brings us face to face with another problem.

Almost always, the creative dedicated minority has made the world better.

An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity.

An individual who breaks a law that conscience tells him is unjust, and who willingly accepts the penalty of imprisonment in order to arouse the conscience of the community over its injustice, is in reality expressing the highest respect for the law.

At the center of non-violence stands the principle of love.

Change does not roll in on the wheels of inevitability, but comes through continuous struggle. And so we must straighten our backs and work for our freedom. A man can’t ride you unless your back is bent.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

Discrimination is a hellhound that gnaws at Negroes in every waking moment of their lives to remind them that the lie of their inferiority is accepted as truth in the society dominating them.

Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.

Everything that we see is a shadow cast by that which we do not see.

this song wrecked me today…


What Do I Know of Holy-Addison Road

I made You promises a thousand times
I tried to hear from Heaven
But I talked the whole time
I think I made You too small
I never feared You at all
If You touched my face would I know You?
Looked into my eyes could I behold You?

(CHORUS)
What do I know of You
Who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood
But the shore along Your ocean?
Are You fire? Are You fury?
Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?
What do I know? What do I know of Holy?

I guess I thought that I had figured You out
I knew all the stories and I learned to talk about
How You were mighty to save
Those were only empty words on a page
Then I caught a glimpse of who You might be
The slightest hint of You brought me down to my knees

(CHORUS)
What do I know of You
Who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood
But the shore along Your ocean?
Are You fire? Are You fury?
Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?
What do I know? What do I know of Holy?

(CHORUS 2)
What do I know of Holy?
What do I know of wounds that will heal my shame?
And a God who gave life “its” name?
What do I know of Holy?
Of the One who the angels praise?
All creation knows Your name
On earth and heaven above
What do I know of this love?

(CHORUS)
What do I know of You
Who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood
But the shore along Your ocean?
Are You fire? Are You fury?
Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?
What do I know? What do I know of Holy?

What do I know of Holy?
What do I know of Holy?

my poem from yesterday


Song Without Words-Chuck Harris January 10, 2011

Oboe, haunting in your plaintiff cry.  Calling out for love, true love

Pensive chords and melody that pull at me then push me away.

Counterpoint with a seductive countour that likens to my lovers curves

You end as sad as you begin with lost love….not found.

this one made me think a bit more


but i love the imagery.  i can see the sights and smell the smells.

The Life of a Day – Tom Hennen

Like people or dogs, each day is unique and has its own personality quirks which can easily be seen if you look closely. But there are so few days as compared to people, not to mention dogs, that it would be surprising if a day were not a hundred times more interesting than most people. But usually they just pass, mostly unnoticed, unless they are wildly nice, like autumn ones full of red maple trees and hazy sunlight, or if they are grimly awful ones in a winter blizzard that kills a lost traveler and bunches of cattle. For some reason we like to see days pass, even though most of us claim we don’t want to reach our last one for a long time. We examine each day before us with barely a glance and say, no, this isn’t one I’ve been looking for, and wait in a bored sort of way for the next, when, we are convinced, our lives will start for real. Meanwhile, this day is going by perfectly well adjusted, as some days are, with the right amounts of sunlight and shade, and a light breeze scented with a perfume made from the mixture of fallen apples, corn stubble, dry oak leaves, and the faint odor of last night’s meandering skunk.

a playful and flowing poem that i enjoyed today.


MORNING PERSON—Vassar Miller

God, best at making in the morning, tossed
stars and planets, singing and dancing, rolled
Saturn?s rings spinning and humming, twirled the earth
so hard it coughed and spat the moon up, brilliant
bubble floating around it for good, stretched holy
hands till birds in nervous sparks flew forth from
them and beasts—lizards, big and little, apes,
lions, elephants, dogs and cats cavorting,
tumbling over themselves, dizzy with joy when
God made us in the morning too, both man
and woman, leaving Adam no time for
sleep so nimbly was Eve bouncing out of
his side till as night came everything and
everybody, growing tired, declined, sat
down in one soft descended Hallelujah.