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| Hey, I'm going to try and use that MSN Spaces for a while and see how
that goes. You can get there by going to Scarlet Jesterland. Thanks!
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| Just the other day I was thinking: what is my purpose in life?
The answer came back in the eyes of the stranger, in the love of my
wife, in the joy of my children, and in the smile of my kids,
saying,"To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your
God." Selah
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| Today was another normal day
I wandered searching throughout.
I know it seemed I knew my way
But I was simply thinking about
The day when I will be free.
I awoke to the sound of kids and pots
Sounds of the family and home;
I kissed my wife; I kissed my tots;
Still how long will I roam,
'Till the day when I will be free.
Not free from the love or the care in their soul
Not free from the laughter and joy
But free from the cares and burdens I hold;
I've waited so long, since I was a boy,
For the day when I will be free.
I saw the children searching at school
Trying to see who they are.
I patted their heads and gave them a jewel
And they do not know how far
To the day when they will be free.
Not free from the tasks of homework and chores,
Not free from their parents' rules.
But free from the tie of the sand to the shores
That ebbs back and forth to gather the jewels
Until the day they are free.
My children please listen and treasure it now,
The innocence that you still possess.
For as you grow older and deepen your bow
You doubt ever more the wisdom purchased
And the day when you will be free.
I will grow older
I will yearn every day
I shall be no bolder
Than to die on the way
On that day I will be free.
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| "Thorn in my side, you know that's all you ever were" The
Eurhythmics had some issues, but I still remember some of their
songs. I remember being in the sixth grade and hearing that
song. Jill Lindo had the whole album. Anyway, I thought it
was the strangest thing to be singing about a plant's thorn in your
torso; I thought that even if it was alluding to a troublesome friend,
so what?
As with so many things, age brought a longer memory, and more
junk. I understand now, I think. Paul of Tarsus wrote about
the thorn in his flesh, that which would not be removed. It is
Satan's reminder that he is still around, and God's bamboo
switch. Just when we begin to think that we got it made, that we
have finally reached satisfaction, God allows Satan to twist that thorn
and we cry out in pain. Perhaps we fight Satan, perhaps we fight
God. Most often, we just get ourselves into trouble.
The funny thing about that thorn is that we so often want justice:"What
did I do?" And it may be nothing we did. But, like so much
of our lives, we are judged just as much for our action as we are for
our reaction. And God Almighty, the gentle Healer, is far more
concerned with the reaction of our heart than the action of our mind.
So do not demand justice. Do not cry out for vengeance.
Instead, ask the gentle One to show you the way to humility and peace,
that you might be restored again.
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| So another cycle of life has come to the middle. It is strange to
be here again, in the middle. Exciting, but strange. This
time is better than the last, but sadder in some ways. I think
that the older you get the more you understand that things change as
much as they do not. Not why, necessarily, but that the fact is
irrevocable. As Ecclesiastes puts it, "there is nothing new under
the sun." Sure the actors in this play of life change, but the
lines and characters do so only minorly. And that is the way it
is. A common pattern, but with different colours. Swimming
in my pool of flourescence, I go on...
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