Learn From Your Own Primal Drum Solo

I walked down the hall this morning and my body sounded like a bunch of old bones clacking together like some primal drum solo.  There is a certain futility to life, we are born, live and die.  We toil and strive for things that decay the greatest of which is our body. This futility will soon lead to all manner of wrongs unless we quickly remind ourselves of our purpose for being on this planet, “lay up for yourself treasure in heaven.”   This admonition from Christ makes one great assumption, that we will be in heaven.  There is a great paradox here.  We can only be in heaven if we accept the gift from Christ and if we accept the gift we are then commanded to live a life that naturally lays up the treasure.  Its like direct deposit, we don’t go to heaven and deposit it, Christ in us lays Himself up there in our account. It brings new meaning to the phrase "Being Saved!"

Quiet Sonnet

The woods are quiet this morning.  The pleasant sonnets of sweet birds are just breaking through the forest and color, so filled with His love, is beginning to emerge and give hope to the new world being born.  The treetops have become sunlit sonnets of anticipation and night is conceding to day.  Mornings are always a worthy way to begin working out our salvation. 

Humming Birds Peep and Crows Caw

A breeze is on and carries with it a hint of sweet flower, lily I think.  Reminds me of a few people I know that always seems to carry with them an aura of kindness.  But this breeze carries its gift from what and who knows where.  Reminds me of God who’s gifts are always shining on us in abundance while most of the world has ceased to even wonder why the sun seems perfectly warm, blue is a perfect color for sky and fragrance a natural part of lilies.

A new sculpture
"You're Doing Great"
photo by Kristina Woody

Good Will Hunting

Can you define love?

“Love is the sovereign preference of my person for another person, embracing everyone and everything in that preference.”

                  Oswald Chambers

Because God has commanded us to love it is imperative that we seek earnestly to define it otherwise we might be thinking we are loving but are actually doing something quite different.  Since God is love He would be a good, and actually, the only place to start.  I imagine that is where Mr. Chambers started.

Much good will to your hunting!!!

Love!
Yesterday's picnic on the great lawn at the University of Maryland getting Zac settled
in to his graduate school in sculpture.  

Caught Up Into My Own Third Heaven

If the only rose we had seen was a picture, and movies were made with digital effects that allowed us to see a rose bud become a rose, those special effect would fill the theaters and the lines outside would be abuzz with excitement.  And imagine a day when a botanist, certainly a future Noble Prize winner, announced that he had grown a rose bud and that on a certain date it would bloom.  We would all around it gather, all media and news outlets send in their crews to beam it world wide and the day would be a holiday and all school children let out to sit around their flat screen to see.  And the grandest nose would be first in line and a poet laureate near by to give the experience as full a voice as possible and verse and rhythm penned and read to us all as we longed to share the experience our self…

How soon we become so dull as to even know the meaning of “How Great Thou Art” much less fall face down in true heartfelt praise.