Series: 2 (of 18) 10pm Thursday night
Series: 1 (of 18) 6pm Thursday
Thursday last week
Dear Soul.
Gosh it’s weird addressing you like a separate thing.
Like a thing with it’s own life.
Like a thing I recognise is a part of me but not the whole of me which has a ‘mind’ of its own, which I guess you are… just like my body seems to do it’s own thing without agreement from the rest of me so much of the time.
A Story in Moments
There’s a little old house at the main intersection out from our little side pocket of the hills, that I hadn’t realised I’d been watching till I’d been watching it for a decade or so, and only then because some sadnesses were being played out in vignettes of only seconds, each time I pulled up to turn right down the hill.
Nearly 30 years I’ve been watching. Half of those without consciously taking note but now looking back there’s a story.
Continue reading “A Story in Moments”about lifting the needle and strange names
It’s the 30th of December 2021. The second last day of the year. A strange year for many reasons for many people. Yet the repetition of this week between Christmas and New Year is striking to me… the week when the days of the week are confused, where time matters little, days stretch long in the heat looking forward to the cool of the night and that strange feeling – that I once would have labelled ‘boredom’ lurks around the edges.
Continue reading “about lifting the needle and strange names”Multiple Choice Mary and the Ramifications
Option 1
Advent-Reinventium 1:1-7
So Gabriel went to the little country town in a hilltop far far from Jerusalem to see young Mary and he greeted her with fancy words. Mary was a suspicious sort so she narrowed her eyes and looked at this messenger of light with crossed arms and a fair degree of sass.
Posting Pictures
While the world turns and turmoils, I post pictures of beaches.
While suspicion rises and opinions gain momentum, I paint another picture.
While fear whispers unheard but felt, I’ll play another song.
When I see my children online, I want to blow the whistle, ring the bell, honk the horn, call them in. “Time to go home now!”, give them dinner and baths and tuck them in with kisses and goodnights and “see you in the mornings” – but instead my heart holds and loves and lifts… and His Spirit hears my love as prayer.
The Cross is bigger than the mess.
Sludge
Picture someone you like/love/want to help.
You see worth and value in them.
You want to do what you can.
Then you look down and notice their feet are stuck in a sticky black substance but you still see their worth (more than the sludge) and you know you’ve got ‘stuff’ too so you’re undaunted.
Continue reading “Sludge”Psalm 25 for reals
Psalm 25 grabbed hold of me a few days ago.
I’ve read and reread it.
Listened to it several times.
Searched for songs based on it –
– and had already decided to write about it verse by verse when, today it came up as part of a homework question in a book I’m reading along with some friends.
Here is one of my homework answers 🙂
Continue reading “Psalm 25 for reals”Undoing
Once upon a time there was a girl who repented, and determined to never again fail her Lord in the manner of presuming upon His later forgiveness.
Problem was that her white knuckled determination to do the right thing became its own heavy yoke.
She forgot her Jesus wanted to share His strength to her so she soldiered and she soldiered until one day –
– she couldn’t.
And then she saw Him waiting to share. And she let Him.
Now her repentance says something like:
“Oh Lord I’m sorry.
I can’t undo [ – fill in the blank -] and I can’t not need your blood regardless of how I try to put things right, or work at living right.
Whatever you say now… I want to do.
I want to hear you.
My resolutions and determined ways of pleasing you might even have made me miss what you were saying.
My resolutions and determined ways of making sure I didn’t disappoint you were a distraction – and a weight you didn’t mean for me.
Oh Lord, thankyou for waiting.
I want to hear and be where your Life Words are”.