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Trust Me. I know What I Am Doing

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  My friend, Margaret Ezzet, in her own thoughtful way, Gave me two lovely presents this past Christmas Day. The first was the pencils—I’ve shown you a picture— That give me permission your grammar to censure. (I stand by my mix of the past and the present. It works in this case, even if it seems like it doesn’t.)   That gift also stumped me a bit, by the way, with a problem that’s stumped us grammarians to this day: that’s how to decide whether “pencils” is single, when they come in one box in which they all mingle,   (not to mention us poets who now and then struggle to make their poems rhyme without making up new words)   The second gift she gave me is a book obviously intentioned   (by an author with no struggle like the one I just mentioned)   To give us a chuckle every day of the year—   (not just one chuckle, I need to make clear, But 366 chuckles—one poem for EACH DAY of the year!) Whew! Th...

My Truth, Spoken in Love

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As I’m sure all of you know, I have a policy of not sharing opinions about politics on Facebook. I don’t believe Facebook is a great platform for discussing things that we all tend to feel passionate about, unless those passions are strongly loving and able to be expressed positively. But I am challenged by my friend, Gina Bell’s post, to break with my tradition about that policy this once. At least the politics part of it—not the loving and positive one. I hope I can express my beliefs lovingly and positively here. I never want to offend anyone, not because I’m afraid of their reaction, but because I don’t want to hurt anyone, or add more heat than light to whatever issue we’re talking about. I want everything I share here to be not only truthful and loving but uplifting and profitable for making the world a better place. So here goes: my break with tradition—my thoughts on the current political climate in the U.S. Like many of my Facebook friends, I am worried ...

A Risky Business

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  My life seems to be a constant growth cycle.    I go from an initial place of trusting in God, to an insurmountable problem, to worry and anxiety, to remembering His faithfulness in the past, to choosing to believe once again, to one small encouraging sign of His love—a sign that grows the faith even before I see the answer, to praise for Who He is and what He is going to do, and then, finally, to the miracle. Then we begin again, with a slightly more insurmountable problem.   This faith walk is like following stepping stones across a raging river. I step out, jump onto the next three stones that are nearby, then look around for another foothold. I see none at first, then one that is close but requires a bit of a stretch, then another that is no bigger than the size of my foot. This one seems too far to hazard a leap but there is no other option. I cannot go back. So I leap, and then keep on going as far as I can, ta...

Holiness Lost

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  The Bible tells stories about people who “experience” the actual presence of God, and in all cases, they fall down. They can’t help it. It’s not that God knocks them down. He doesn’t do that to innocent people. They fall down because He is holy.   The Bible says that one day everyone who has ever lived will fall down before Jesus Christ. For some, it will come as a real shock. As Dallas Willard puts it, “Reality is what hits you when you’re wrong.” None of us is completely right in our view of God, and we are perhaps most wrong in our mis-understanding of his holiness.   We human beings lost our view of what holiness is in the beginning when our first parents decided to turn away from Him and take His place of authority in their lives. And we, as their individual offspring, have affirmed their decision, making ourselves our own gods, bowing to our own self-interest in place of the One who deserves worship—the one Who is the source of life. ...

Holiness and the F-Word

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  This morning I’ve been thinking about the word ‘holy’ for some reason. I started this train of thought by remembering a conversation I had with some girls at school yesterday.   I overheard one of them use the word ‘fucking’ and, since we were just standing around waiting for another P.E. class we were joining to get organized, I decided to give a mini-lesson on how and why that word—the F-word—sounds so offensive to people.     Today, as I think about it, I am realizing that the word can only be offensive if there is really a God. Atheists and agnostics also often find the word offensive, but if they were asked why, I think they might have a hard time coming up with an explanation.     The F-word is the epitome of whatever is the opposite of the word ‘holy,’ and the word ‘holy’ only has meaning in the context of God. Not just god as an impersonal force either. Holy defines a personal God—a God who can be w...

On the Unbelievability of the Christian Message

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  The other night I was thinking about how unbelievable—incredible—ridiculously impossible the Christian message is.   It’s preposterous.   Am I imagining all this?   How could any rational person fall for the idea of a good God creating a good world, then creating human beings, and then giving them the freedom to choose whether or not to listen to Him when He tells them how they should live in that world?     Preposterous that a good God would give the persons He created the ability to destroy themselves and others and the good world around them. That he would allow them to be selfish, greedy and so dangerously careless as to refuse to choose to live by the owner’s manual He gave them?   And speaking of the Bible, that’s another ridiculous idea: that He would write a book, over a period of roughly 1500 years, using the minds and fingers of at least 40 of the very human creatures who messed things up in the first place—a book full of informat...

For All the Grads: What Life is About!

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Looking for help as you step out into the scary new world? Here's a Grandma's advice:   Wow!   So many places! Directions to go! Which path should you follow? How do you know?   You could go south, or go north, east or west. How can you be sure which direction is best? South could be sending you too far away. North might lead someplace you don’t want to stay. East might go nowhere and west be too tough. How do you pick when you don’t know enough?   Your head's in a whirl! There are too many ways! Yet you have to decide how to plan for your days. It's too big a problem. You're not fit to choose. It's too big a decision. There’s too much to lose!   But, wait. Here's the answer: You don't need to know. There's Someone else planning which way you should go. Someone Who’s smarter—Who’s been there before. And His plans for your path will give you much more Than anything you could dream up on your own. You jus...