My inner compass keeps me following a path that would steer me away from harm. At least that’s what I think it should do. Some days this arrow pointing directions seems to get stuck. I am seeing it point in a direction I’d rather not go because the path seems hard. Let’s face it, I’m an easy going kind of girl and I’d much prefer walking through a shady glen with easily visible water sources. To walk in arid places with no water in sight can be scary. I’m not a big fan of heat so not seeing the shade trees isn’t making it any easier to follow the arrow.
The compass has never been wrong though so I prepare myself for another trail hoping it will be a quick trek. I wanted to take some bottled waters but I am sure I mustn’t bring anything with me this time.
Matt 10:10 “take no bag for the journey, or extra tunic, or sandals or staff, for the worker is worth his keep”
Every year at the same time there always seems to be the “crises” or commodities event that causes our gas prices to soar through the roof. This year is no different and we are seeing these price reflections at the pump. There have been a few headlines that the oil companies are pointing fingers at everyone but themselves and I admit apathy to even read them. Why should we be interested in reading them when it’s so painfully clear our esteemed leaders seem to be helpless to do anything to change this?
I dislike taking cheap shots at those in power because I want to be supportive of our democratic government. I will say, “What have you done for me lately?” This will also be reflected in my pen as I mark off those boxes for my voting card. I will only check off names I feel are actually listening to my voice and not the lobbyist picking up tabs for their golf junkets.
Here’s a great news story I’d love to see….”Today Senator Joe Smith turned down lunch with the lobbyist John Greed in favor of meeting with his constituents.” Or how about, “Governor Jim Smith seen riding the bus today because he agrees gas prices are out of control.”
Fair is honest but greed is a sickness that infects everyone it touches.
Let me dance the fool
Jester I am for others
If I but make one understand
My dance is sweet
Let me dance the fool
Jester of the royal court
If I please my King
My dance is sweeter still
We win over others best with love while laughter softens hardened hearts.
Are you a gambler? By nature we all tend to bet on something or another, whether it be harmless outcomes of movies or the more common outcomes for sporting events. Whether or not you put your money down is a personal matter but I like to keep mine in my pocket, being satisfied if I merely chose a winner.
Curiosity about life and how people approach it makes me wonder at why we gamble with the greater things. Our very lives, those of our children and even our friends. This curiosity has been making me ask even more questions the last couple of days. On the medical side of life many of those we love and care about are sick and will spend every dime they have trying to be healed by doctors. Some of these friends have life-threatening illnesses.
For those who have faith I find myself in wonder at why some will not gamble on God’s healing power as a gift to us? Perhaps it is lack of belief or maybe it’s something deeper. Would we want to be seen by our friends and family having a complete stranger with no medical background lay hands upon us and pray? I suppose society has stigmatized real miracles to their own detriment.
I am addicted to my gambling however. To outside eyes I am living my life as a gamble that Jesus is truth and if I gamble on him being truth than I accept he is the same yesterday today and forever. I believe he is still healing and instilling this gift in the body of Christ. Sometimes going forward for something new means leaving something old behind. For myself that’s usually shyness and pride.
Gambling on the chance there is no God and hell does not exist seems like a losing bet to me and surely one without hope. My own gambling addiction makes this life fun to live as I look forward to the beyond.
“I’m going to hit him with the stapler!” she said
Looking at her expression I didn’t doubt for a moment she intended the very violent action she spoke of. Inwardly I was asking myself, “Father, what do I need to say? Do you want me to give sound advice or draw the target? After all she might only get one shot and if it’s your will, I wouldn’t want her to miss!”
Commentary on co-workers….
She was the last girl to wander the edge of the ocean. Many things she saw and admired; wonderment lighting up her face. Feeling the sand squish between her toes; the soft underside of her feet would feel no jagged edges of rock; no prick of a thistle; no burn from a sun’s heat, as long as she never wandered far from the wet, soft sand. Looking behind her she could see footprints momentarily sustain shape before lapping water elongated them, until finally they blended back into specks of mere possibilities.
Breaking surfs provided an orchestra of sound. A tempo changing just slightly with deep, drumming throngs, and light tremolos of echoing waves bouncing against distant rocks. With eyes closed she stuck out her tongue to taste the sea’s salty mist. Breathing in deeply she inhaled the freshest air she had ever known. Overwhelmed within her senses she delighted in a security of happiness. Nothing of an outer world could touch her here. Her dance was innocent; a promise of enjoyment for everything she saw before her. Skipping just along the wave’s outer edges, she watched as each of her footsteps pushed the water out from under her weighted footprint, feeling a simplistic joy at how her existence was enough to change the smallest grain of sand. Maturely recognizing this epiphany, she smiled knowingly, understanding how she could make a difference in this world.
“Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.” C.K. Chesterston
I was intrigued by this very thought on two separate planes. That of my imagination to give color and flair to my dragons but also the reality indeed dragons do exist. I have often thought of my dragons as Goliaths but that hasn’t been descriptive enough because they don’t seem to be playing fair. Instead of being on the ground coming at me face first in a match I can see before me, they tend to take flight and fly quite out of my field of vision. This gives them the advantage of flanking me from behind when I least expect it. They also have foul smelling fiery breath that singes my body from distances I didn’t think possible. My only hope is to gear up and be ready for battle always.
“Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the saints.” Eph 6:10-18
“Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn.” C.S. Lewis
“Some writings will ultimately end up in king’s palaces, as well as the prisons and rescue missions of the earth, for kings sit in both places.” Author Unknown
I recall reading these words many months ago but I didn’t make note of who wrote them. The truth of these words however made me take notice. Just look at the literature we have throughout history. Many of the greatest books ever written were never written to be books at all but simply expressed feelings someone happened to write down.
I can relate to this myself. Just as a painter needs to paint or a musician must play, I am destined to write. Our ultimate goal is one of expression and it cannot be contained. I suspect those who are unable to express themselves often feel like exploding and if a healthy outlet is not found, often they implode in a sense of failure they can’t even define.
Expression of self is found throughout history but for brevity’s sake I will only mention a couple of examples. “The Diary of Anne Frank”, the correspondence letters of our founding fathers of the United States, and much more intriguing are letters from ancient history such as the King of Persia.
None of these persons set out to write “the novel” but were simply living their lives and expressed themselves with words. Perhaps they inwardly wanted to have others read their thoughts in hopes to share something special but in all of these examples it was not possible to mass produce books. I find it telling that they wrote anyway. Without knowledge that one day their words would be read by generations throughout the world and beyond that, their expression would change how some of us think.
An interesting thought for us is this; with the internet we don’t know who may be reading our words. I can be impulsive and spew forth whatever comes into my little brain, but a statistic I heard recently stated we can have as many as 50,000 of those in a day so how do I choose which of those to express? All you have to do is surf for a minute or two to see plenty of that going on via “Myspace” pages.
Let us instead use history to teach us something important. Long after the end of ourselves in this reality, perhaps what we write will be read by others without our fore knowledge. It makes one wonder if they would write something more important than “I just read about who my favorite rock star is dating….”?
What would you write knowing you were to be read before a king?
The new Narnia movie “Prince Caspian” was interesting to me and held some surprises. I have not read the Narnia Chronicles in many years so my memory is dim about the details. The fighting and death at first seemed too much but then I am reminded, why should we try to hide these things from our children? They see it on a regular basis just flipping through television channels.
I enjoyed the truthfulness of how this movie was presented. The heroes seem less then perfect and question their own belief. What was truth in the past should still be true today but circumstances are different so their focus wavers as they look for things to be as they once were. Dealing with change is not easy and this is portrayed well in the elder brother Peter’s character as he retreats into moments of surly anger.
Overall even the battle scenes were portrayed well. The confidence shown by these characters to know they must fight regardless of not being sure when Aslan may come is a wonderful insight of ourselves. Standing strong in the face of the enemy is not a choice it’s an absolute certainty of what we have to do. Not letting themselves be frightened at the overwhelming numbers of the enemy was a stellar point to be made and was well done in this movie. Even the ending was a teaching opportunity, to not be frightened of what the future has in store even as we know changes are coming.