meandering musings or random ruminations

I realize how much I love words. They are the things that formulate thoughts and ideas. I love learning new ones. Not so I can show off (although some may beg to differ) but to express more clearly what I want to say...I love aliteration because it's fun and it challenges my brain to come up with logical streams of thought or titles to poems or essays with words that have the same vowel or consonant sounds. I love poetry because it causes me to dig deeper into the meaning the poet endeavours to convey. My daughter says I'm a geek...that's fine with me if being a geek is reading the dictionary or getting lost in my Synonym Finder. Words. They can build up or tear down. They can bring life or death to the listener. They can encourage or exhort. A careless one can destroy a friendship. A soft one can turn away wrath. They can inspire and envision people to pursue purpose. Words can stop us in our tracks and cause us to turn the other way; take another route. Jesus said He is the Word made flesh. The creative Word of God. That part of the Godhead that spoke the world into existence. He calls us to be living words in this world. To be His word or message now to the world. I want to become excellent in the use of words. I think that's a noble pursuit. Especially if it reveals the way of salvation or takes someone into a deeper experience with the Lord. I want to articulate supernaturally, to speak things into being that are not. I want to be a true wordsmith, crafting life and hope and healing and salvation...you get the picture. Enough said.

Romantic Notions?

(Way too philisophical today)

If I could live in another era.....(I probably would have been burned at the stake. However...)

When the world still held mystery

When anything was possible

When the uncovering, unveiling of all HIS creativity was still fresh, still vibrant...

Now marred by time and 'knowledge'

Now shrouded in the darkness of 'enlightenment'

Now all colour washed out by 'science'

Anaemic, drained of the rich life blood of the supernatural, the divine

Eyes blinded by 'proof' and 'reality'

Seeing is believing

"What is seen is temporary, what is unseen is eternal."

Cynical, skeptical modern minds.

"Will I find faith on the earth?"

We're too civilized, too sure of space and time and matter

Boiled down to animal instincts and animal reasoning

Nothing more than mere chance and amoeba and molecules

"Faith is the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things unseen."

We live and then we die and then nothingness

"Where, O, Death is your victory, Where, O, Death is your sting?"

But hark. What light through yonder window breaks?

Could it be spiritual hunger, is it eyes of faith that once again see the unseen realm in HIS creation?

Marvelling at all His hand has made?

Awakening to the invisible through the haze of the visible?

"I set eternity in their hearts."

A Renaissance of Revelation, a True 'Enlightenment'

Filtered through a new lens: Postmodern

"I will pour out my Spirit on all flesh."

Messy, chaotic revival of superstition

Ah, but with it a revival of faith for the supernatural

"Let the tares grow up with the wheat."

PRESS

longing
For something deeper than where I am.

grasping
for something real, more real than my present reality
something of substance beyond the surface and the shallows

feeling
I am out on the peripheral looking in, unable to enter.

deep calls to deep

struggling
to overcome my flesh, my pride, my humanity

searching
for experiential truth, revelation, past “the earthly stuff and nonsense”

striving
for the profundity of simplicity: emotionally, physically, financially, spiritually

straining
toward the mark, toward the goal set before me

resting
in the completeness, the fullness of the sacred redemption

reaching
for the prize, for the high calling, for the transformed mind

tortured
by my own inadequacies, my own inability to take hold of what I have been taken hold of for

frustrated
by my unwillingness to receive the gift, to take it at face value and run

waiting
and yet, trusting, confident of the outcome.
the finished work, to perfect what originated in HIM

even so, LORD, COME…..