Here Comes The Sun

Barely dawn after a cold night (38 degrees) holds as much promise as a man can grasp.  I got up, put on the coffee, arranged a spot inside that would allow me some cover (beach towels) but also afford me the balm of reading and writing.  I was a layered fortress of warmth with a flashlight to see by and steam rising from my coffee cup…my morning was beginning.  Now in the last hour the grey dawn has brought azure blue skies and a sun determined to warm me, and that is the point of the whole story.  It seems so apparent that what ever other responsibility the sun has this morning that one of its main ones is to warm me up.  It does not seem accidental nor coincidental but in every way intentional.  Stranger still it has all the markings in my heart as a love gift, truly that personal.  Now I have received love gifts in my life so I can write with a little certainty on this point and it definitely feels the same.  So Who keeps directing the cosmos into this personal love relationship with me?

NY State of mind

Whoa!!!

Yesterday was so hot and humid.  One of those days that make you wonder at the wagon train that stopped here declaring its occupants home.  At around 3:30 the wind shifted around steadily from the north and by 5:00 it was a perfectly beautiful day, azure skies and mild evening sun.  The brilliance of God is often played out in front of eyes that don’t see, ears that don’t hear and skin that doesn’t sweat.  Like a master violinist that plays because he is a musician, God is good because He is God.  Sighing ecstasy is optional.

Old Butterflies

Time holds the marvelous quality of hope. Hope, for tomorrow will be better, hope that the moment will live on, the kiss linger, that roses will always be roses and puppies always puppies.  But behind every moment of time lies the despair of finality.  A caterpillar becomes a butterfly but a butterfly flies away and sooner rather than later we will be the top branches of the family tree.

Who can deliver us from the despair of time and all its accompanying wrinkles and warts?  Praise be to God in Christ Jesus; “up from the grave He arose…”

The Alarm

There is seldom a joy greater than waking up and realizing you have been made conscious once again and that;

1.  your consciousness has offered you a wonderfully made world to be in...

or

2.  your wonderfully made world offers your consciousness, being.

Either way God comes off marvelous!!!

The Ring on the other half of Half Dome

It does seem that everything is trying to be something that it just can’t seem to accomplish.  Trees are trying to be bigger, dirt is trying to be productive, rocks are trying to stay whole, the earth is trying to perfectly rotate and revolve and the universe is trying to expand somewhere for some reason.  Words try to fully explain and I am always trying one thing or another to improve my lot. 

Why?

It seems that someone or something has placed perfection in front of everything and has command it be the goal!  And there are contenders.  Trees have the Giant Sequoias, rocks have Yosemite’s Half Dome, (half being important to this line of thought) and humans have Mother Teresa.  But their all contenders none have snatched the ring.

It would be logical that if we are all so busy pursing this goal that we would have to believe that it was obtainable, that someone or something had done it which gave each blade of grass and human being the hope necessary to keep in the game.  That is the key, hope that it can be done.  Christ is that hope.  He did it and He produced examples of the possibility for everything else.  He made water wine, picnics banquets, storms calm, greedy people abundant sharers and death life.