If you’re reading this and feeling low, remember who is forever High. When you see yourself in iniquity’s mire and your heart is captured by this weak and weary world, remember the One who has overcome this life. Never forget you are defined by Christ and His righteousness and not by a meritorious deeds stick.
If you’re reading this and feeling high, remember who was perfectly Low. When you see yourself in pride’s grip and your heart is captured by fame’s vainglory fantasy, remember the One who is the only one worthy of great position. Never forget you are not the centerpiece for the Lord Jesus is our only peace.
If you’re reading this and feeling down, remember who could never be kept in the grave. When you contemplate that final breath at the edge of your days, remember that Christ has risen and so, too, will you for if you have died with Him you shall live with him forever.
If you’re reading this and feeling trampled by life, remember who suffered under the world’s hands. When you see yourself as a victim, remember the One who was the only innocent One. Our vindication comes when He comes again as mercy and death is metered out perfectly before the throne.
If you’re reading this and understand the Words of Life then join me now in praying for all of those who will read this and don’t. May the Lord open their hearts and their give them eyes to see. Amen.
We are thankful for our friends and family who endure our weaknesses daily as we learn to imitate Christ.
We are thankful for our spiritual family who must do the same as we sojourn in the bond of peace towards the new city of unending joy.
We are thankful for the government’s role in our community keeping us safe and secure and we are even thankful for its inefficiencies, for it gives us an opportunity to remember our own personal responsibilities. Our hope is not in princes.
We are thankful for the hundreds and hundreds of volunteers that have come to labor along side of us during a trying season of life.
We are thankful for the yearly cyclone reminders of who controls all things.
We are thankful for all who have donated goods and services to us and for those who have given to us monetarily.
We are thankful for community organizations that are not ashamed to serve openly under the banner of the living God.
We are thankful for the church.
We are thankful for food and shelter no matter how meager it may be for against the world’s standards the United States is still extremely rich.
We are thankful for having clothes to wear and clean water. We are thankful for liberty and the means to operate freely despite her receding glow.
We are thankful for your prayers. We are thankful for the Trinity’s unstoppable work in our lives. Thank you Father, Son and the Holy Spirit. May we press on till the final coming.
Radiant colors swirl ahead and behind crystal-like boardwalks
That reflect nothing around rainbows and emerald seas.
Mild flashings under deep rumblings from between
Chambered rounds of faith lumbering in thunderous voices
Too loud to be heard.
The more I think I know the face of the One who made me
The more I know I think wrong things about most of what makes me
Think more of the things that wrongly made me
Think of them in the first place.
Yes… the new year is here, and with it comes the traditional call to resolution and reflection and all manner of multi-colored introspection flavored in a swirl of observational commentary. So… as to not be outdone by my assumed imaginary competitors, I would like to present you with a song accompanied by a few thoughts as you launch into fresh grass.
Click on the video. Lyrics found here.
Turn off your phones. Muzzle the dog. Sedate your world. Listen.
What a beautifully wrenched story sung as a raw lament. The ghosts of parental and personal disappointments and past paths – the wish lists and the deaths and the recognition and painful remembrances all weave past me when I listen making me more elated about having Christ as my hope for this world fades in the curse.
Haven’t you had the timber of your heart tested? Seeking and being sought. Buying and being bought. The good and the ugly. And the heartaches and cries and the love stories strung across our time here. Classic plots.
Haven’t you been stubborn as a butcher? Thankless as a guest?
What are you doing with your life?
“will you recognize my face
when god’s awful grace
strips me of my jacket and my vest
and reveals all the treasure in my chest”
May His overflowing mercies bathe us while we weep and may His never-ending light guide our path.