Wednesday, July 29, 2015

New Jerusalem



New Jerusalem

Earth’s diameter is 7,926.41 mile at Equator.  [But, if you measure the earth through the poles the diameter is a bit shorter - 7,901 miles (12,715.43 km).]



New Jerusalem dimensions (Rev.21:16)  – 1200 stadia cube; 1500 miles cube. (18.75% of diameter)

So, this proves that the New Jerusalem must be located at either the North Pole, or the South Pole!  Just imagine the centrifugal force creating an orbital wobble due to the imbalance the NJ is causing if located near the equator.  The New Earth would fly off into the New Heavens like a Frisbee with a golf ball glued to its edge.  Ever see a car going down the highway with a tire bouncing from imbalance?  Now multiply this by an astronomical factor!


Either that, or the Apocalypse of John is not to be taken “literally” but rather a true “allegory” or epic parable?!


So, will there be penguins in Heaven?  Just wondering.  I have been sitting through a Bible class for the last several months with our preacher literalizing and chronologicalizing every detail and word.  Tonight I had my patience tested.  I was hearing “plenty of room for everybody” and “walls that nobody can crawl over” and “gates that are guarded, anyways, by angels” …  really, what’s the deal?  An old mechanic two rows behind me was getting the same vibes!  I think I will re-read “The Shack”?! So, is God “Aunt Jemima", "Dinty Moore", or a Rainbow Sprite?







Monday, July 20, 2015

SIGNS, SCRIPTURE, SOARING


SIGNS, SCRIPTURE, SOARING


                On my Monday PM route, I step off the elevator on the pulp mill roof, and there it is.  A rainbow is shimmering in the log pile mist.  I cannot see this prismatic light refraction and not go, in my spirit, to the deluge of Noah’s day.  I see God’s presence in the aura of light.  There is a silent promise whispered.
                I sit down on the adjoining catwalk and take it all in.  I begin to muse, “God, you are everywhere, in everything, even in this mill!  Separate, yet present.  Holy, but sharing our space.  Other, but omnipresent.  You even came among us, in sinful flesh, yet sinless.  You dropped robes of divinity and took on our filthy rags.”

                “Show us the Father …” Phillip implored.  “I want to see you…” we sing with raised hands.  Yet, barely able to breathe, struggling for the Breath, would the shock finish us?!  To our knees we would fall, even redeemed in Heaven!
                My mind goes to your prophet’s words, “the arm of the Lord is not shortened … your sins have separated you …”  You ARE there, but our eyes do not see; they are blinded.  And, our ears do not hear; they are dulled.  On our death beds, we cannot arise to fellowship and laugh, rejoicing?!


                We parse the Book; we pursue the Light.  But, we tremble at the mountain.  Yet, you leave us whispers, crumbs on the trail, footprints, yearnings within.  Silence the world’s din, that we might better hear you.  Scatter the birds before they steal the crumbs.  Deepen the tracks; purify the longings.  To the heights we would soar!  Send the eagles.

Friday, July 17, 2015

UNBROKEN CHAIN


UNBROKEN CHAIN

                “Jerry, we need to talk…”  “…sure, I will come right over…”  My wife looked at me and quizzed, “who…? What…?”  I told her that James wanted something, but did not say what.  I was puzzled and concerned that maybe my dogs had gotten out and killed his cats, or something worse?!  I drove around to his half of the forty, and he graciously offered some garden peppers.  “…no, thanks; heartburn… what’s going on…”  “My brother, Joe saw it first; I had not even noticed…” James then pointed to a fifty foot tall pine with no green needles on it!  “Whoa, James, I had not noticed it; but you need to park your truck away from its radius until …” “…not today…”  “Saturday?”
 
                In the mean time, my wife called our oldest son, Jeremiah, and our son-in-law, David.  With advice from co-workers, loaned chains, a 2-ton come-along, a winch, Jeremiah, James, and I began our safety work-order the next Saturday!  About half way up the tree, we wrapped a chain into itself, and attached two more lengths of chain, and finally attached a long-chain come-along, which was chained to the bottom of a tree some fifty feet away.  Jeremiah offered to run the chain saw, but I told him he had a family to raise.  “… if something happens, tell them I love them…”  And, with the chain tightened, to ensure the tree did not fall towards the truck shed, I made my first cut a bate on the side we wanted it to fall.  “Jeremiah, tighten the chain some more…”  Fearful of falling dead limbs, I began my cut on the other side.  I heard a crack, and I yelled, “Run; … run, NOW; it’s falling…”  Ka-whop!  “Jeremiah, you OK?!  Answer me, Jeremiah!”  A voice some thirty yards to the side came back, “here I am!”  My next words to James were “thank the Lord”  The chain held and nobody and nothing was hurt.

                How many links have to hold?  ALL of them!  If even one breaks, it does not affect just that one link?!  All sorts of things could happen, most of them bad.  But, all the links held.  Everybody went home safe.  And, a F150 can sleep peacefully, not to mention my wife’s concerns.  But, what if …?!

                I think of my departed dad, his children, their children, now, their children – four generations.  Like a chain, the generations are stretching out.  And I pray for the next two generations, yet unborn – them, their unborn spouses, their in-laws to-be, all who effect this chain!  I pray for people involved in the lives of my grandkids.  “…keep the chain of faith strong and going…”

                I have a nephew who has no time for Jesus, seemingly.  He has broken the chain.  Two little girls are dangling loose on the chain.  Their grandparents have stepped in, thank the Lord!  Some chains are double linked!  In fact, this inter-generational chain resembles a cross-linked chain web-net, in some ways!

                I am reminded of Paul’s comments to his protégé, Timothy – “I have been reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also.” (2Tim.1:5 NIV)  That’s what I am talking about!  (there is no mention of his dad, or grandfather?!  Do NOT be the missing link!)  Mothers, God bless them, hold together the family.  But, where are the “bull links”?!  I am not fully convinced of the state of the departed; but, I envision an Old Man, somewhere, pleading for his family?!  Much like Obi-Wan Kenobi told Luke, “… I will be far more powerful than you can imagine…”?!  But, I do know that the living can pray for the future generations.  Join me in this prayer for your grandkids future grandkids and their spouses, yet unborn.

                Some hear slavery and confinement when they think “chain”.  Others envision a ship securely anchored against the storm by an anchor chain.  One could even imagine the protective shield afforded by the interlocked links of a knight’s chain mail armor.  Connection is fundamentally heard in the word “chain”.  Animals could be chained for their own protection from the highway, and for the protection of trespassing neighbors?!  Chains can transmit power.  Chains can lock gates and prevent escape and invasion or burglary.  The list goes on?  Chains serve many purposes.

                Another thought that needs to be developed is chain care and maintenance.  What weakens a chain?  What corrodes a chain?  What are chain abuses and misuses?  How does one protect and maintain a chain?  Just some things to ponder!

Thursday, July 9, 2015

ANGELIC ANGST

ANGELIC ANGST

 
                I am really not sure why I do myself this way.  Heart-ache and anguish is all I get from watching – no joy, or seldom, if ever.  There were times when we acted like they act over a football game.  Now we watch reluctantly, and are often repulsed.
 
                How did they lose their way?  How have they gotten so far off?  Their Guiding Star has not really faded or dimmed.  But, they follow some North Star to a cold, barren wasteland; or, they go chasing after a Southern Cross into the hopeless tumults of the deep’s chaos.  What is their problem?

                There have been hearts and voices among them that were prophets and poets.  The word was clear and the muse was strong.  But, they repeatedly have chosen those who pander and pervert.  They have witty pundits who are witless and they have politicos leading them into Hell.  They seem to have no ability to discern the difference – why?!

                And, they have voracious cravings that are never satisfied.  They go from one noxious venom to the next!  But, there is no appreciation for the holy.  There is no appetite for the sacred.  They are glutted on the mundane and profane.

                Maybe there’s hope for the little ones?  There is so much promise and potential!  But, they are ruining them.  Maybe they cannot help but distort them into their twisted psyches with dark hearts and empty souls?  I hurt for the little ones!

                He said that they were made “a little lower” than us?  They are so far beneath us!  There was a time, but no longer, when they thrilled us with their aspirations.  No longer.  We watch them.  We guard them.  We fight back the dark rebels.  (sigh)  They have no idea!  God, have mercy on them, please!


                I have to get my head back on straight!  I must go back to the throne room.  I can hear them singing!  My brothers uncontrollably chanting, “hallelujah, hallelujah…”  “holy, holy, holy…”