Wednesday, October 27, 2010

My Son

This is my son. He is 19 months old.
In this picture he looks calm, but in real life his is full of untamed enery.
It starts with a glint in his that never seems to subside. He pours himself into all that he does, even tho most of the time it ends with bruise and bump, and sometimes blood.
He likes to wear baskets on his head and will eat ANYTHING he find no matter how gross it is (his favorite is chalk....)
He is daring. He is courageous.

I want to be more like him.
He reminds me of what it is that God has called me to be, and how far I fall from that!
to be innocent of thought that counters what God made me to be!
to be able to not be afraid of bumps, bruises, and blood.
to be able to wear baskets on my head with out shame.

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Wednesday, October 20, 2010


Have you ever thought about what it would be like to be paralyzed? I have.

I don't think I would like it very much.

I don't think that anyone wakes up in the morning and says "boy oh boy, i think I would like to be paralyzed today!" (and if you do..well thats kinda strange)

In Matthew chapter 9, some dudes bring a paralized guy to Jesus. They cut a hole in the roof and lower him down in hopes that he will be healed. Thats pretty extreme!! They mush have really loved him.

So imagine their surprise when Jesus says "take heart, son! Your sins are forgiven!"

I mean, common! They cut a hole in the ROOF! And Jesus doesn't heal him of his physical paralysis.

Perhaps Jesus did that for a reason. Perhaps he saw a paralysis that went beyond the physical.

Spiritualy Paralized. Have you ever thought about that? Paralyzed (paralysis) means not being able to move. Have you ever felt that way? I know I have. And I know that a lot of times I place myself in that position because of sin that I don't want to let go of.

And sometimes it takes someone who loves me to carry me to the feet of Jesus and plunk me down in front of Him to realize that I haven't been moving for a really really long time.

Yet, as in Matthew, the result isn't always how I imagin.

I am sure the man on the mat expected Jesus to heal him. Everyone did.

But instead Jesus looks beyond the physical, sees the spiritual, and give the man NOT what he wanted, but what he be healed of the spirital paralysis that sin creates.

And the man accepted that. And I say that for 2 reason.
1) it was not him that challenged Jesus as to whether or not He could forgive sin
2) when Jesus desided to prove the spiritual healing by redeaming the physical.......

the man was READY!!!

when Jesus told him to "stand up, take your mat, and go home because you are healed", he JUMPED up and went home! He had already acknowledged what Jesus had done IN him, and was ready and waiting for Jesus to work THROUGH him, by using him as proof that Jesus did indeed have the authority to forgive sins.

So when the unexpected leads to the anticipated, don't forget to be ready to jump.

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Wednesday, October 13, 2010

wise words, foolish followers

"Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied"
-Matthew 5:6

I keep coming back to this verse.
In particular, the part where Jesus uses the words hunger and thirst to describe how we should be for righteousness.

Imagine being hungry and thirsty, and i mean for real, not just wanting-a-bedtime-snack hungry and thirsty, but a I-haven't-eaten-in-days hungry and thirsty.

Imagine the feeling. Stomach rumbling, mouth salavaiting at the thought of food and drink, mind thinking of nothing else.


You would do anything to be fed, to have a drink, to satisfy that hunger and thirst.

Is this what Jesus meant when he said that we are blessed when we hunger and thirst for righteousness?

Is this what we do?

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Wednesday, October 6, 2010

child of God

This is my son. He is 3.
Somedays he surprises me with what he knows.
He tells me when he's frustraited.
He make me have to hid a giggle when he tells me I'm not being kind when I have to disipline him.
He dances unashamed in nothing but his underwear.
He says the Lords prayer every night, and with child faith reminds me how to mean it.
He feels things like love
He delights in the simple
He feels guilt for things, and takes on others pain
He is a person, created by God, in his very image.
And I get to be his mommy

Sunday, October 3, 2010

my mind

Walking the Line.
Standing on the edge.
Taking the plunge
into new
Ready to go
Waiting to hear
fearing the answer