I Am Free

In my mind I am free! I dance around a bonfire barefoot in the middle of a rain without restraint of inhibition. I yell and sing whatever silly syllable of heart expression is upon my tongue. I grab up handfuls of mud, squeezing them tightly in my fists, letting go of rage I sometime feel within. I tilt my head back opening my mouth wide and I am filled with the cleanest of water. I just want to drown!

Time Is Short

Sitting at the kitchen table she blurts out, “time is short”, and again I know I hear the truth for the hour we are living in. An experience comes to mind when I was awakened abruptly out of a sound sleep by the Lord’s voice clearly saying, “time, what are you doing with your time!” My life has never looked the same since, in spite of the questions put to me. I know there is but one purpose for my time; I am to pray, share love and witness to as many as possible. It’s a full time job, changing day to day for what that looks like. Some listen, most think up excuses not to hear.

The Lord:

Psalm 39:4-5 (ESV) O Lord, make me know my end and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting I am! Behold, you have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath!  

The World:

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I’d something more to say. *

*Lyrics by Pink Floyd, Time

Private Places

I can hardly wait to get away from people, to be alone with the Lord. The pain of the world screams at me like an accusation, wanting me to stumble in my belief. Entering the door of my home, I close it behind me, falling upon my knees. Once more I let the wreckage of my heart be loosed in tears and words I don’t understand.

Contending for promises, I am relentless in my hope, refusing to be silenced in the prayers I offer. I remember this sacrifice, a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart. I remember how God will not despise this offering. In time I rise once more to take in deep breaths. Restoration begins in this most private of places.

Beautiful Clothing

An old tale of a selfish emperor who only loved to wear his beautiful clothing comes to mind. Swindlers wanting to make some coin convince the prince the clothes they have made for him are invisible to any who are unfit to see them or they are hopelessly stupid. The emperor ends up parading naked before the crowd and only a child has the courage to share that he sees no clothes on the man, exposing the truth.

I sat quietly today learning a new variation upon this lesson. My reputation is nothing, becoming less every day. I come and go unseen by those who seek the beauty of a world I shed prayer by prayer. With each layer of my life laid down, transparency becomes more comfortable clothing. No one is swindling me trying to convince me to wear my own beautiful clothes weaved to impress others. Instead I am being stripped of anything I once wore to parade before the world. Now I am to stand naked before society wearing the invisible robes of my King. And it’s the children of Jesus alone who will see my Kingly garments.

Deep End Of The Pool

I ran off the end of the diving board without fear, yearning to jump higher and farther with each try. Over and over again I took pleasure in jumping into the deepest waters of the pool. At the time it made me feel “mature” and I longed to be where the brave kids were. Those who didn’t need to hold onto the sides. I even tried to look “cool” while coming up for air. Now I laugh at that childlike faith I’d be okay and not drown. It means more today than ever.

Resurrected Echoes

An echo of an old question keeps being resurrected, “where are we meant to worship”? I can visualize that Samaritan woman laughing at us for being so dogmatic in our instructions to the sheep all these centuries later; not having understood the truth she was given first hand.

Standing in many circles, I feel the presence of the Lord when we gather to worship as one. All the questions men place within me disappear. I remember who I am when I worship in spirit and in truth.

(Message) John 4:23-24 “But the time is coming—it has, in fact, come—when what you’re called will not matter and where you go to worship will not matter. It’s who you are and the way you live that count before God. Your worship must engage your spirit in the pursuit of truth. That’s the kind of people the Father is out looking for: those who are simply and honestly themselves before him in their worship. God is Spirit. Those who worship him must do it out of their very being, their spirits, their true selves, in adoration.”