Tuesday, May 31, 2016

NO FEAR



FEAR  NOT

We all have fears.  I am not afraid of spiders, snakes, heights …  I remember Heather’s answer, teen class 1990’s “your greatest fear?”  “being alone.”  More recently, I heard a surprising answer – H’s answer (2016) – “I never knew you …”  and then, B’s answer (2016) – “losing my children…”

The following are items on my list as I make a life-changing decision about retiring early to work with a small church:

1.     Afraid cannot do the job.
2.     Afraid church will die.
3.     Afraid will get discouraged.
4.     Afraid they will not like me.
5.     Afraid they will reject message.
6.     Afraid of writer’s block – flurries and famine.
7.     Afraid will succeed and meet opposition.
8.     Afraid of change.
9.     Afraid of loss of security and stability.
10.  Afraid whether it is self-seeking or self-crucifying.
11.  Afraid of racial turmoil. Cf. RDC
12.  Afraid of gov’t singling out?!
13.  Afraid of not giving it my all.
14.  Afraid of losing refound fire.
15.  Afraid of smothering refound fire.
16.  Afraid of floating rather than diving deeper.
17.  Afraid of rusting out.
18.  Afraid of hotline disconnect – fresh contact with God.
19.  Afraid of stress?!
20.  Afraid not setting good example of seriously seeking God.
21.  Afraid of damaging Melanie/marriage.
22.  Afraid honeymoon ending. (7-year itch; 2-3 year tenures)
23.  Afraid that I won election, with no agenda. (HS/SGA Pres.)
24.  Afraid of burned bridges.  (IP)
25.  Afraid of burned boats.
26.  Afraid to give up tent-maker independence.
27.  Afraid to limit retirement ministry options.
28.  Afraid of it being strength of personality vs. Spirit strength.
29.  Afraid of where God would take us?!  (Abraham; Mt.28 “with you always”)
30.  Afraid of not WWJD – following Jesus; other paths end badly!

In Aberdeen, we drove into haunted house driveway – “what are you doing?”  “must face fears head on! Ha!”

To Joshua “be not afraid”

“not given a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power …”

Need Ragnar-like gusto

Caleb “give me the hill country; Anakim there …”

We need a fearlessness in the face of death, beyond any Valhalla/70-virgin death cult!

“for the joy set before him, went to the cross…”

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

THE MATCH IS CONSUMED


THE MATCH IS CONSUMED



















To start a fire, the match is consumed.
In the box they are but sluggards in bed.
Only the dud survives, yet with a burnt head.
Surely, Jesus was consumed, when he bled?!
“… the disciple is not above the master…” is what He said!

“Hey, mister!  Can you give me a light?’
Ignore him; walk on; this is not my fight.
If he would only half-try, then maybe I just might?
But compassion whispers, within, “… oh, his plight!”
Faith, hope, and love; to the blind give sight!

Open my eyes, O Lord, that I may see,
What and where it is You’d have me be!
Open the door, and in my heart place the key.
From my fears and doubt, Lord, set me free.
Let me give my all in sacrifice to thee!

So, I will be the match; but, who’ll be the tinder?
Unto God, the first and finest, who will render?
For lack of wood the fire they will hinder.
Surrender!  Let no one say, “you are the offender!”
Ashes and coals, each will rise as a glowing ember!





Wednesday, April 27, 2016

DENIM



DENIM


Lord Greystoke, long lost, from the jungle they would save.
Dressed him up, after bathing, and giving him a shave.
Now, look at him! A refined, proper, dandy English gentleman!
In fear they watched, him ripping off his shirt, roaring, “Me Tarzan!”

Everyone feared the "Long-Hair", muscles rippling, Samson, his name.
Mowing down enemies with the jawbone of an ass was his game.
But, poking out the eyes of the betrayed, love-lost, hog-tied skinhead,
Ass-like, they forced him to turn their mill, now just the walking dead.

A voice out in the wilderness, a prophet eating locusts and honey,
The hand of God was moving John, not some position nor filthy money.
In his robe of scruffy camel hair, he called them a “brood of snakes”!
“Repent, you hypocrites! The axe is coming! Beware the fiery lake!”

Young William watched as the English stole their family land.
Then his young eyes witnessed, murdered, the chiefs of the clan.
All of the clans of the highlanders behind him to the battles did come.
Another, the Bruce, fought on; but he, betrayed, groaned his last words –  “freedom!”

Unlike Boromir, still in life, I do vow – I will follow You, my Brother... My Captain... My King.
Forever, I gladly and humbly do bow; My all is for You; I withhold not a thing,
For You, King Jesus, ever would I fight, nothing held back, going to the wall!
But, only You, take me to the doorpost, and forever seal my fate, with Your hammer and awl.

It seems to me that all my heroes have always worn denim:
Cowboys and old millwrights – wow, doncha wanna be them!
No flip-flops ever did fit their feet; just give them their boots.
Nothing but scorn for neck ties; only "lawyers" and "bankers" wear suits.

Sunday, March 27, 2016

BLACK HOLE

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the vacuum of eternity creates anxiety -- alone?  forsaken?  are You there?!

to ask the question, to want to ask, implies that it is fully expected that You ARE there, to answer!

... Jesus?  ... the angst is deafening...



1In the past God spoke to our ancestors through the prophets at many times and in various ways, 2but in these last days he has spoken to us by his Son, whom he appointed heir of all things, and through whom also he made the universe. 3The Son is the radiance of God’s glory and the exact representation of his being, sustaining all things by his powerful word. After he had provided purification for sins, he sat down at the right hand of the Majesty in heaven. (Hebrews 1)