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Wednesday, 14 January 2009

  • Let Me Help You

    "Unless I wash you, you have no part with me." John 13:8 - I read these words just the other day trying to allow the meaning to fully sink in. What is He saying? Jesus was talking to Peter as he was objecting to Jesus washing his feet.

    Peter said "Look Jesus, you can't do this for me." But Jesus told Peter he had to allow Jesus do what He needed to do for Peter to have any part in Him. We know that Peter wanted nothing more than to be with Jesus because he says immediately that "not just my feet but my hands and my head as well!" But the step Peter had to take was allowance. To yield. Let Jesus do what only He can do and it was a prerequisite.

    It made me think. What it takes to yield? I thought of the people I knew that had a hard time with this seemingly simple act. You know those people? They do so much for others even to their own detriment but they are resistant even combative to allow you to lift a finger for them. If you do, then they feel guilty. What is this? Refusal to be vulnerable...pride maybe? It seems noble on the outside but inside many waste away and suffer because they refuse the help others offer. I wonder, perhaps, refusing the answer to their prays that come in the form of people.

    Jesus was the only one who could wash Peter the way he needed it and I believe the same is true for us. Its not all about doing but allowing God to do for you. Subsequently, allowing people to do for you what you lack. In that same dialogue Jesus says "...you should also wash one anothers feet. I have set an example that you should do I have done" John 13:15-16

    Perhaps we can only wash others feet to the degree we have allowed Jesus to wash ours?






Friday, 02 January 2009

  • Some thoughts...

    I have heard it said that sometimes God can't answer your questions until you renew your mind. Work is involved here. To have proper paradigms that put in you right alignment with truth and cultivates understanding is a hard to find path. A path that is never found by the indifferent or casual. Only for the treasure hunter.





Wednesday, 31 December 2008

Saturday, 29 November 2008

  • Fatherless

    Daughters looking for their fathers. Searching deeply in the eyes of lovers. It is said that we are tempted when our own evil desires drags us away and entices us (Jm 1:14). And what about good desires? Legitimate desires. Perhaps, the desire for a strong but gentle father to affirm and love unconditionally. His acceptance, definition and security will make her feminine heart thrive. And ultimately he becomes the standard by which all future men will be judged.. And yet this place is all too often absent. Either by death, abandonment or passivity daughters set out on pilgrimages. Some things that ought not to be awoken are brought out of dormacy. Deep treasures given prematurely and something beautiful flowers rightfully but then quickly fades unnaturally into shadow.

    There are those who are said to be the daughters of the King that leave the house of bread looking for bread. Thirsting for water they look for it in the desert. Desire becomes their compass but leads them astray. For who can truly trust the solutions of the human heart? Daughters becoming brokers of their needs as if they have jurisdiction. Ignoring the laws of sowing and reaping. Each day passes with the chilling of the heart slowly hardening. Soon numbness is all they feel not seeing that death at their door. The one or two "innocent" steps they took on this path justifying it by their devised solutions to their needs is not easily remedied by the same number of steps back. Like the West Coast there is no sandbar and you are over your head before you realize. Enslaved quickly they have forgotten the way home.

    There is a King who calls them home by His song. It is constant and comes with open invitation. Without reservation He has no stipulations except to come as you are.

    Come as you are

    Ps. 69:33

Friday, 07 November 2008

  • HOPE. I've seen that word posted on bumpers, intersections and homes over the past few months. I was looking at pictures online captured from the events of Nov 4. Moving fotos with people looking upwards with tears in their eyes as they huddled together. Celebration in the street, black and white hugging. In my neighborhood, there were fireworks and children screaming with joy as the dogs barked at the commotion.

    And yet at the break of day this morning, that word rose to the top of my mind. And so I read.

    "Do not put your trust in princes, in mortal men, who cannot save. When their spirit departs, they return to the ground; on that very day their plans come to nothing. Blessed is he whose help is the God of Jacob, whose hope is in the Lord his God, the Maker of heaven and earth, the sea, and everything in them-- the Lord, who remains faithful forever." Psalm 146:3-10

    I have been reflecting on what I have heard from people that believe that change can really come to America with the president elect. And I have thought, does hope come from 1 man? Or an administration? Because if it does, then we are setting ourselves up for a big disappointment. For however many years our president has on this Earth no matter who it is, 70, 80, 90, he will die and with him all of his plans. Administrations made of people will also eventually pass away and what with it? Can leaders whose power and legacies are tied to their mortal life live forever? Can leaders that have profoundly shaped their countries with an iron fist like Castro or Kim Jong-il cling to life?

    Circumstances of life have a way of inflicting injury and challenging your beliefs. And so, as of such I am more cautious to what I invest hope. If good financial planning involves not putting your eggs in one basket what about where I place confidence when it comes to men and women? My experience which I realize is not always based upon truth but worth evaluating has shown me discernment and caution is good. Especially when it involves a commitment of the heart.With my hopes being dashed more than once because of trusting in people that have flawed systems and temporary life spans, I think it is wise to be guarded. There is a saying that wisdom cries out in the streets. A personification, wisdom is not hidden but plainly makes herself known. If wisdom makes her opinion known, what other voices are speaking in "the streets" and which one (s) am I listening to? Are we listening to?

    I feel as though I cannot cast my vote in the absolute confidence of any man or women. Yes, to follow leadership and support those who rule is a must. But at the core of where my hope lies, it cannot rise and fall on an administration.

    I can put my eggs in the basket that is not fundamentally flawed. Different but not flawed. Anyone that invests themselves in something higher trusts in an economy that has different rules then demonstrated in the mob.

    My conclusion is that there is one King that lives forever and so has the ability to be faithful to all generations. And it just so happens the heart of this King is good.

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