Dads Rock

I got a quick little graphic art assignment from church last Tuesday.  "Can we get it by Thursday."  OK.  Sounds fun.

Chrysalis Christianity

I sit across from people and help identify their present: Right now, Who are you? Who is God? How are you living? Sometimes I see the incongruities between the answers to those three questions. Their faith penetrates the soil of their lives, often quite deeply, like roots - twisting, turning, burrowing, making room, fracturing the hard pan and clay. But so many (all) have rocks and even boulders where that faith does not seem to penetrate. Sometimes those boulders are so obvious, so incongruant, so much an obstacle that I feel this impatient need to pull out the jackhammer.

I know it hurts, SIT STILL! It's for your own good don't you know! 

For the record, God is not this way.

I was talking with a mentor the other day, and she confirmed that this festering impatience is in her too.  "But you can't squeeze a butterfly out of its chrysalis."  That's the picture I left with that day.

God lets wheat and tares grow up together. He explains, "because while you are pulling the weeds, you may root up the wheat with them. Let both grow together until the harvest."

Clearly we are to tend the garden of our souls, but don't let impatience or guilt cloud the underlying truth.  We the elect are already planted as true good seed right down to the DNA, but not yet fulfilled. He is faithful to complete what he has started!

"I know he is faithful" they say, "in my head anyway..."

That is a great place to start.  Lets talk about what you know of His faithfulness!

Rabbit Heart

Rabbit heart danced in perpetual jerky fitfull loops

"Never stopping means always safe," she gasped,
bloodshot eyes scanning the horizon.

Rock heart watched with persisting calm and curious wonder

Rabbit's burning circuit.

This way, that
This way, that
Going, going

nowhere fast

With determined measure and a slow certainty 

Rock placed his hand as an obstacle to her circuit.

from the corner of the eye, 

a stationary blur, 

Ahead unmoving... Shock. 

Stumble or stand? 

Stumble or Stand!?!

skidding on her chin to a gritty halt.

Listen... he intoned.

*silence*

Can you hear ?

*silence*

Listen...

Three Questions

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Who am I?

Who is God?

How am I living?

It ALL comes back to this:  Know yourself.  Know God.  Move forward.  

Peripateo is a Greek word that translates as a beautiful mix of walking and living.  To LIVE means to MOVE.  

These three simple questions open a door to discernment and growth in the Spirit that astounds me time after time after time.  

Today:

I am peaceful, though there is trouble.

He is in control, my firm foundation.

One blind step at a time.