31 July 2015

blue moon 3

once in a while
i hold up my cup
with all of its cracks
the liquid used up
lifting it slowly
i tenderly wait
to see if it fills
with treasure so great
the moonbeams shine down
light invades the glass
and peace settles in
whatever may pass
imperfect vessel
yet fashioned with care
learning to carry
the glory somewhere
reckless abandon 
i walk without fear
holding to hope
in spite of the tears
when i'm poured out
with nowhere to turn
i'll hold it up still
and pray that i learn
my cracks may be many
but He can still fill
to overflowing
as always His will


28 July 2015

blue moon 2

the moon is full
the night is still
the world is old
i wait until
the air grows thick
and darkness grows
sweet notes of hope
that no one knows
for i can see
around the bend
a new day waits
it's not the end
my story goes
i've found the key
to keep the dreams
to live so free
i placed my heart
in heaven's hand
and knowing Him
is how i stand
when heartbreak comes
like waning light
i choose true peace
so rare and bright
time ebbs and flows
the night won't last
blue moons will go
part of the past
beauty remains
memory sweet
glowing treasures
divine heartbeat
until that day
when hope is found
i'll cling to Him
my solid ground

24 July 2015

blue moon 1

idealists dance outside the normal paths
carrying a crazy dna that dreams wild
in the face of despair and defeat
they manage to hope again
such weak strength
they believe they can shoot the moon
that blue moon that hasn't come
for the last 3 years and won't come
until 3 more have passed
after all, it only takes one to win
one moment
one chance
one hope
one blue moon

so ideally they keep their chins up
but realistically discouragement crouches
hungry for a rich snack of optimism
bringing down an idealist is rare
but oh so tragic and hinged on patience
for there is the crux:
those who shoot for blue moons must wait
wait on the only One who brings them
wait on Him to sustain their weary hearts
hearts that long for a draught of hope filled
one dream
one morning
one glory
one blue moon

20 July 2015

off-key

mornings can be like this
when the world's out of kilter
the sun doesn't end the nightmares
each step feels a bit too heavy
yet my lungs still take each breath
my heart still beats in time
so i can lift my hands a bit
though not quite high enough
i need You to pull me up
sing me back in tune
remind me of Your goodness
of the hope that lives in You
how someday my lips will sing
of Your great love to me
teaching broken dreamers again
leading dancing with freedom

but until that day dawns bright
i'm holding on and singing still

13 July 2015

"Fog" 10 July 2015 aLight


Fog is one of the most dangerous conditions in which to drive. It reduces visibility so much that even at slow speeds a driver may come upon an object--another car, a person, a bend, etc.--with no warning and at too close of a proximity to stop in time. In areas where this phenomena exists, it often huddles in pockets, meaning that drivers can be speeding along in clear conditions and dip down into a low-lying area and be suddenly encompassed in a zero-visibility situation. Additionally, drivers are encouraged to increase the normal 2-second vehicle spacing to 5 seconds, yet this is extraordinarily difficult when the other car is not even visible. Even the trusted headlights whose job is to illuminate the darkness are to be used counterintuitively in fog--low beams or fog lights that are less bright actually help more. Truly, fog can cause even the best driver to get hopelessly confused.
Fog is not only a physical phenomena but a spiritual and mental one as well. The current generation especially in America has whole-heartedly embraced the journey of life in a fog of self-absorption [Courtney]. We awake into the constant weight of a world that encourages us to focus on our own needs and problems, to default to what’s best “for me”. Living in the weight of this fog little character flaws like small critters who find the cover of fog consoling begin to increase. As we focus on ourselves and neglect those around us, these character flaws alienate us from those around us. 
Sadly, as we are created to be relational people, this very fog that promises us self-promotion pushes us away from others. It whispers that we can do everything ourselves; not only from a perspective of ability but obligation as well--we should be self-sufficient and independent [Andy]. By the time we realize that our strength is woefully inadequate to the task, our friends have given up on us due to our constant refusal of help. Feeling abandoned, we cling to the lie that we were right all along: we can’t trust anyone but ourselves. 
In trusting ourselves we determine in the fog what is right and wrong, blurring the lines of truth. After all, things look different from where we are and so shouldn’t we know best? We become our own authority, our own pastors and embrace wholeheartedly the message of postmodern relativism [Charis]. As we wander in our selfish paths, we wonder why we have no leaders to encourage us, unaware that we have rebelled against them so completely that they lack the freedom to correct or protect us anymore. Many of them are of the same generation and refuse to speak absolutes to anyone, knowing that to do so would be to admit that they are also held to a standard that is not self-determined.
In our completion of Maslow’s hierarchy, we pat ourselves on the back as we sit in lonely self-actualization. Our counselors, psychiatrists and psychologists provide adequate justification for this foggy prevailing spirit of the age. After all, any problems we do have were probably caused by someone else and we just need to focus more inward in order to be healthy. As we increase in our own estimation we leave aside Biblical teaching that clearly says we should give rather than receive, take up our cross, and lose our lives for His Kingdom.
The Kingdom suffers in the end as our testimony is compromised in the thick pea soup of self-consumption. We miss the whole reason for salvation, namely serving, bringing people to Jesus [Jeff]. Christianity becomes religion, where everything is about us, about looking good and getting something for ourselves. The majority of converts are not committed because we often come to Jesus in negotiation saying “I will serve You if You give me ____.” If we truly want Him, He will out of His immense love for us put His hand on that very thing that we insist on--what we consider our true self’s desire--and demand that it die on the altar. He knows that anything before Him will kill us and cause us to lose in the end the very self that we are seeking.
Fog is serious and frightening but it does not have to paralyze us. Just as we can be taught how to drive cautiously and prudently in the fog we can learn to walk wisely and carefully in the pervading selfish fog we continually awake in. The key is the Holy Spirit; learning to walk moment by moment in discernment and relationship, listening to His voice and trusting that He alone knows best. Moreover we can guard our hearts and minds, think on things that are Godly, encourage and seek out wise relationships, and cultivate a deeper relationship with God. Drive carefully, be aware of the fog, and choose to be aLight.

10 July 2015

make my joy complete

when all my dreams are tarnished
and lying in a heap
when giving up's too good
i cannot even sleep
i find my way back up
to the altar standing firm
i lay my everything
according to Your terms
i'm kneeling in surrender
and waiting for Your fire
again i've pushed Your grace
my life's down to the wire
but Your mercy never fails
to that alone i cling
the death that brings new life
Your glory still i sing
and when my life's complete
each moment bursting free
of trust and beauty rich
i pray the world will see
so today i take this step
tomorrow come what may
Your love is all i need
forever and alway

05 July 2015

unguarded moments

I stood behind the oak trees
that framed the sunlit meadow
and watched the warrior princess
kneel down beside the water
her unbound hair flowed free
but did not hide her eyes
and as she wiped her sword
my gaze was on her face
instead of great rejoicing
as comes with victory sweet
I saw the tears and sadness
run streaming down her cheeks
I wondered at such sorrow
in one who seemed so strong
where was the cry of triumph
whose echoes still resound
I looked a little deeper
but the answer was much simpler
alone she cleaned her weapon
alone she faced new days
like Deborah she will stand
although that's not the plan
she'll fight the Kingdom's battles
reluctantly resolute
I prayed behind the oak trees
as I watched her walk away
for men to grow in honor
who choose not fear but faith

have compassion on the lonely
lady who does not go gentle
who might have chosen other
had a man first chosen right
in these last days of darkness
we ask for kings and warriors
for Davids not for Baraks
and hope He brings them soon