Friday, April 19, 2013

Five Minute Friday :: Jump

Fall to Early Winter in Bp 751

Go ::

I am looking, looking, looking, looking

Mostly down into the chasm that

I see as black with my own failure.

I am weary, oh so weary

and look for the light.

You sweet and full of grace

Smile with the light of your face

full of compassion and I can

feel your presence before I see

With gentle Spirit fingers you

lift my head

and beckon me to look, look, look, again

Across the chasm to the other side.

There is a heaven so real that it

cannot be denied.

And as you lead the way to what

can only be called a cosmic JUMP

you ask me to look again.

At your nail scarred hands

Your feet too

To know that this is but the

surface of an infinite suffering

the depths of darkness’ chasm

you fell into…you chose

to surrender unto

that there would never again be

a black night

that could not be

refined with the shards of

a victorious Savior’s light.

You want me to behold you

To know that You have gone

before all of this that wants to speak

of darkness’ final say…

Your power is redemptive and it is

calling out to the whole world

will I jump into the arms that will

carry me and make me a part of

what only you can do??


faith filled friday


Friday, April 12, 2013

Five Minute Friday :: Here

File:Budapest night view from Széchény bridge.jpg

Go ::

Here is new, these days, in so many ways new.

Here is good and right but oh so hard.

Who knew that the constant newness, the feeling

of being the alien, the stranger would exhaust so?

I suppose I was supposed to know.


But here is also the chance to do what few

have the privilege of doing.

To make a whole new world your home 

and hug it tight and shower the love of

life and family upon it.


Here is a journey completed yet only just begun.

A chance to immerse yourself in a state of constant

failing and flailing and humbling, the oh so humbling



Here is where the heart strings are strained with family

and ministry and all that is comfortable so often

so far away.


But here is the only place where those heart strings

can break and realize their ever small ways

and ability to love the lost, hurting & broken.


And so here is the journey that has cried from

deep inside though its fulfillment make

me shake in these proverbial shoes.


It is the chance to breath out what I can do, what

I can make out of a life, my life and to

find it all surrendered.  To learn

that it is only in the letting go, the

emptying that I will receive.

It is a place to ask for what I do not have

and could never conjure up

and to find that its void is filled

by what only the breath of God
can give.


faith filled friday


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