Gray darkness chasing sidestepping shadows
Upward gaze to steal a ray
Wetness falling uncontrollably
Glancing downward toward a puddle
Steely cold penetrating the stillness
Tense hands grasping for peace
Glass beads tinkling
Gazing toward the gray heavens
Clammy hands gripping tightly an invisible world
Fuchsia and lavender replacing disappearing stars
Tired eyes releasing their hold
Lightness rising softly
Stumbling into confidence
Smiling eyes filling with hope
The darkness is gone. Spring has finally burst forth into full bloom. The sun shines brighter and longer, leaving an afterglow on the rainbow of flowers. As the sniffles and coughs die away, out come the shorts and dirty shoes. So much to hope for, brightness, light, beauty, peace. A renewed energy emerges from hibernation, no longer stifled by the cold and rain. This is the most joyful time of year. Jesus brings us the hope of salvation as the stone is rolled away. Life is immediately transformed from sorrow to joy, ashes to beauty, pain to peace. Not just on Easter, but for all eternity.
The rains come, and so do the potholes. A fireman’s hose of rain penetrates through the weak asphalt, leaving a gaping hole, big enough to agitate an unaware driver. Small drops of water, so delicate and clear, turn into fault-finders when multiplied a thousand-fold. The Fountain of Life, sends His torrential rains of Love on us too, revealing our impurities, our weaknesses that we try to hide from ourselves. Steering around our sinfulness, we struggle to let go of our comfort zone. If we are vigilant, waiting for the Lord to direct our path, we will have safe passage through the bumpy shedding of our old self.
My son, do not despise the LORD’s discipline,
and do not resent his rebuke,
because the LORD disciplines those he loves,
as a father [disciplines] the son he delights in. ~ Proverbs 3:11-12
Two small heads bob to the music. Older brother creates a hip for his little sister to sit. They sway in time, heads tilted toward one another. So free to love, uninhibited by age or pretense. There sits Jesus, on that hip. There He stands, holding her tight and secure. Loving freely, intimately, tenderly – nothing held back – pure, unadulterated love. How He moves the young who are so close to Him, inspiring the older, more guarded and selfish. Thank You for reminding me of Your tenderness waiting for me to embrace.
We went to a Baptism today – a tiny new soul wrapped in white, eyes half shut to the mysteries of life. Surrounded by loving hearts and hands, this innocent one is well on his way to knowing Jesus.
The jailer called for lights, rushed in and fell trembling before Paul and Silas. 30 He then brought them out and asked, “Sirs, what must I do to be saved?” 31 They replied, “Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved—you and your household.” 32 Then they spoke the word of the Lord to him and to all the others in his house. 33 At that hour of the night the jailer took them and washed their wounds; then immediately he and all his household were baptized. 34 The jailer brought them into his house and set a meal before them; he was filled with joy because he had come to believe in God—he and his whole household. ~Acts 16:31-34
A tiny baby, entrusted to his parents, is given the opportunity to be claimed by Christ, as a priest, prophet, and king. This treasure will be nurtured and grown over the next few decades, until a time that Jesus may say, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness!’ (Matthew 25:23) What a worthy investment!
Raining, pouring, cleansing, purifying – water’s healing touch. In God’s great wisdom, Lent becomes a fount in the desert, washing away all the impurities that separate us from Him. Meanwhile, rain falls from the Heavens, reminding us where this purifying Love comes from. The torrents drench and drown, sting and dissolve, until everything is fresh and new. All that remain are pure drops of water clinging to bright green grass blades, swaying in the fresh breeze, warmed in the uncovered sun. And so we sway, if we are pliable, in the Holy Spirit that leads our hearts to Christ, clouds of sin removed, unveiling the Light of the World.
Posted in Reflection
Tagged Christ, lent
An aching heart, longing for Love
Swollen tears flood sorrowful eyes
Could not this cup of thirst pass by?
Shattered body of an unwavering Spirit
Giving up the last breath for mankind.
Wounded head, beatless heart
Fallen body, transfigured by hate.
But for a moment all seems lost
Love freely given, now takes on our pain.
Precious Lord, You removed our stains
Now dripping on your beaten brow
So much burden for the King of kings.
You burst forth, victorious over sin.
Only Love stands now, unblemished and pure.
Love enough for the whole world.