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Dissolve

I wrote this many years ago, and it’s actually appeared in multiple books, but I guess I never posted it here.

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As a child You seemed so far away

Ancient and foreboding

A mythological figure from another realm

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I could not see You

nor hear Your voice

nor sense Your presence

It made it so easy to ignore You

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Because I never really understood that I was lost

I had no idea that You were looking for me

Nor did I appreciate the significance of the day that You found me

All I knew was that I’d traded a smoke-filled room for the open air

and that for the first time, I could breathe

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But then You came

Like a little bird at first

Flickering along the branches of my barren tree

I didn’t grasp the meaning of Your song, but I knew that You were there

And that was enough for me

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But You could not be content with that

So You sent the swirling wind of Your Spirit

Splintering the rails of my fences

and uprooting the posts that they hung on

Releasing all that had been pent up within

and scattering it to places I could not reach

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Upon the dust of what remained You breathed Your life

And the fire of Your passion consumed me

As wells of hope and joy sprang up within me

And the wings of Your peace enclosed around me

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For the first time I recognized Your voice

and I realized that You’d been speaking to me from the beginning

I loved what You said and I loved the way You said it

Your words are like dancing flames within my consciousness

Your wisdom is an unshakable mooring

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Yet beyond what I’ve known

And beyond what I feel

There is You!

And all that You are

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You are the gentle rain that sustains the land

You are the lightning that renews the forest

You are the wonder in a newborns eye

You are the shaking of the earth

You are the beauty of the pearl

You are the majesty of the canyons

You are the vastness of the heavens

You are the tenderness of the butterfly

You are the crashing of the waves

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You are the tears I’ve refused to shed

You are the song I’ve been afraid to sing

You are the word stuck in my throat

You are my strength

You are my refuge

You are my hope

You are, I Am

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Pull me into Your circle dance

Weave me into Your fabric

Dissolve me in Your cup

Draw me into all that You are

If you assume that everyone is judging you, you are in fact judging them.

A Change of Heart

There was a long season of my life in which I was profoundly lost.  That term can mean different things to different people, but for me, it meant that I was lost as to the meaning of life, as to what my purpose was, and as to who I was meant to be.  Like most people in that condition, I would not have used the word “lost” to describe myself, but clearly that was the case. 

Because of this, I tended to be a chameleon, who completely changed depending on who I was with.  Despite a strict religious upbringing, I found myself amazingly open to things that I’d been taught were wrong, with seemingly little impact on my conscience.  I attribute this to my unconscious desperation to find a place and/or tribe where I fit in.

The longer I wandered in this state of being, the more confused I became.  If you hang around a chameleon long enough, you begin to realize that you have no idea what their natural color is.  And even the chameleon himself will eventually lose touch with that reality.  In those days, I could look in the mirror and not recognize the face that was staring back at me.

One morning, after a long night of debauchery, I had the sudden and strong urge to change the course of my life, and I went to the local Recruiting Office to join the military.  The decision to enlist in the Navy shocked everyone who knew me, and on some level, no one was more surprised than me. 

If you had asked me a day earlier, that idea was nowhere on my radar.  Yet, within a matter of days, my head was shaved, and I was getting screamed at by some crazed Drill Sergeant in North Chicago.  Life, as I had known it, would never be the same.

At the time, I reasoned I just needed a change of scenery, and to get around some different people.  And it is tempting to conclude that this was what ultimately changed my course, but with the benefit of hindsight, I realize that it wasn’t the change in circumstances that drove the change in my mindset. 

The reality is that the “sudden and strong urge to change” came from a moment of clarity, in which I recognized that the life I was leading was unsustainable.  After years of being whatever I needed to be so as to function within the group dynamic, I realized that I needed to pick a specific direction, and then start walking toward something.  That revelation spurred a change in my thinking, and that change of mind drove the change in course.

I clearly had no idea of where I was going, or as to how I would handle this new reality, but I was utterly convinced of my need to change.  If I hadn’t been, I likely would have quit at the first obstacle on my new path, and returned to the life I abandoned.  But it was clear to me that there was no going back.

This is significant because of our very human tendency to focus on external factors (i.e. circumstances), most of which we cannot control, while ignoring the internal conditions of our being (i.e. mind, will, emotions), which are within our reach.  Indeed, I have concluded that true, substantive change always begins with an internal shift (i.e. a changed mind, a changed heart).

Beyond the practical implications of this concept are the spiritual principles that lie beneath it.  Scripture tells us that God doesn’t see us as we see each other (i.e. externally), He looks at the heart of a man (i.e. internally) – (1 Sam.16:7).  It also warns us to guard our hearts above all else, because “everything you do flows from it” (Pro.4:23).  Jesus went so far as to say, “Nothing outside a person can defile them by going into them.  Rather, it is what comes out of a person that defiles them (Mark 7:15-16).”

Though we are prone to point to external factors (e.g. people, situations…) as a way to justify the poor condition of our hearts, the scripture would suggest that these external factors are to some extent a result of the condition of our hearts.  If this is true, the first step in changing our situation, is changing our own mind and/or heart.  This is why “self-control” is considered a fruit of the Holy Spirit (Gal.5:23).

I would submit that one of the reasons we struggle to hear God’s voice in the midst of turmoil is that we are focused on Him making a change to our external condition, and He is focused on making a change to our internal condition.

The scripture clearly points to the need for, and the power of repentance, which is ultimately a change of heart, mind, direction…  John the Baptist challenged the authenticity of the Pharisees and Sadducees authority by demanding that they, “produce fruit in keeping with repentance (Matt.3:8).”  He understood that without a genuine change of mind/heart, it didn’t matter how they dressed or who they hung out with.

We will know that our repentance is genuine when we arrive at some new destination.  I can meet my neighbor half way around the block, and claim that I’m not where I was yesterday, but if I keep returning to the same address, there has been no real change

We live in society that is obsessed with outward appearances, and we often fall into the trap of believing that some type of external change (e.g. if I was rich, if I was famous, if I found the right person, if I lost 100lbs, if my candidate wins the election…) will bring about a change in our hearts, but it never really works like that.  The shift must come from within, and the first step belongs to us. 

Indeed, God promises that if we’ll take a step towards Him, He will take a step towards us (James 4:8).

Fake Trees

When I was growing up, my family had a silver (aluminum) Christmas tree. Instead of pine needles, the branches had shiny tinsel strips, and those limbs were so far apart that the bare assembly looked more like a coat rack than a tree. It was only after we put hundreds of ornaments on it that it began to look the part, so every year that’s what we did. And every year, I grumbled about it.

If I remember correctly, my dad had picked it up in a thrift store, and it conveniently broke down into pieces, so as to fit back in the box. This made sense, as we were a military family, and constantly on the move. There really wasn’t time, money or a bunch of extra room for a real tree, so all through my childhood, this shiny forgery was it.

Other than the barrenness of its branches, my big issue was that you couldn’t put Christmas lights on it, and I loved Christmas lights. It bothered me that “everyone else” had Christmas lights on their tree, and we couldn’t have them on ours.

My dad tried to make it more palatable by getting a color wheel, which made the tree appear to change colors. And while I have to admit that I really did like that part, I just couldn’t get past my dislike for this aluminum counterfeit.

To add insult to injury, when I got old enough to earn my own money, I went out and bought an artificial green tree that we could put lights on, but my family opted to keep the silver tree because it had become our tradition. Needless to say, I was not a happy elf.

Within a few short years of that particular Christmas, my brothers and I had all moved on, and the silver tree disappeared into the rearview mirror of my memory. For a long time, I didn’t think much about it, and for all my adult years, I’ve had a green tree covered in lights. But recently, I came across a little statue with a silver tree on it, and the memories came flooding back.

At this point in my life, my dad has been gone for over twenty years, my mom is half way across the country and in poor health, and I can often go for years without seeing or spending quality time with my siblings. Though I love my own family, and the Christmas traditions we have established over the years, there is a part of me that would give anything to go back, and spend another Christmas underneath that gaudy lightless tree.

If that were possible, I would gladly trade my Christmas lights, for a few hours within the glow of that color wheel, and in the presence of the father that I so dearly miss. How I’d love to revisit the time when my brothers and I were just kids, without all the commitments and burdens of adulthood, and more importantly, without all the sibling rivalry that so often stole the joy of our moments together.

If I could go back, I would spend more time appreciating the wonder that my younger sister brought back to Christmas, instead of being so caught up in my own adolescent haze. And I would hug my mother, and be more grateful for all that she did to make those holidays special.

Like so many other times in my life, I failed to recognize the profound blessings of the moment, and the fleeting nature of those seasons of my history. I spent so much of that time caught up in my own turbulent thoughts, and manic emotions, that I missed the richness of the gifts I had been given.

With the benefit of hindsight, I wish that I had understood the precious nature of that time, and had embraced it for what it was. But instead, I allowed meaningless irritations (e.g. lights on the tree) to steal so much of the joy that was afforded me.

As I reflected on all of this, I decided to buy the little statue of the silver tree as a way of reminding myself not to allow petty irritations and meaningless details to steal the joy and beauty of the moments I have left on this earth. And as a symbol of the rich inheritance that’s been passed on to me.

But before I could get this keepsake on my shelf, it became clear to me that what I really needed to do was send this statue to my mother, both to acknowledge all the effort she and my father put in to building a life for their children, and as an expression of the gratitude that laid dormant within my heart for too many years.

Thank you, Mom, I love you! Merry Christmas.

There are only two people who have ever considered you worthless and unlovable.  The enemy of your soul, and you, when you choose to agree with him.  It’s not his judgment that condemns you, it’s your judgment of yourself.

The Ultimate Act of Faith

Lord, I know that You have given me the measure of faith that I need; but please help me to find that faith within myself, so that You might be glorified in my life.

Son, what do you suppose is the “ultimate act of faith”?

I’m not sure Lord; I guess things like healing the sick, raising the dead or walking on water seem to be the ones that are held in the highest regard.

Not many men have been a party to such things.

No, I’m sure that they haven’t; I guess that’s why they’re held in such esteem.

The ultimate act of faith is also incredibly rare.

What is it Lord?

“The ultimate act of faith is to love with abandon.”

What exactly does it mean to “love with abandon”?

It means to be so given over to love that you do not protect yourself; to love those who will not love you back; to bless those who are taking advantage of you; to forgive those who have hurt you; to love without the expectation of receiving anything in return.

Wow Lord, that answer is somehow unexpected; I guess I never made that kind of connection between faith and love.

Faith, hope and love are three chords woven together into a strand.  The way to love without protecting yourself is to rely on Me to guard your heart.  The way to love those who will not love you back is to see them through My eyes and to rely on Me for your fulfillment.  The way to bless those who take advantage of you is to view Me as your source and as your vindicator.  The way to forgive those who’ve hurt you is to recognize how you’ve been forgiven through Me; and the way to love without an expectation of return is to trust that I will work all things to the good of those who love Me and who are called to My purposes.

I see Your point, but love and forgiveness seem like ordinary, everyday occurrences; while things like walking on water or raising the dead defy the laws of nature and are incredibly rare.

Believe me son, unselfish love and genuine forgiveness are far more rare than you could fathom; and for a man to “love with abandon”, he must defy his own nature, which is a far more difficult thing.  It requires far less of an investment of faith to raise the dead than it does to look into the eyes of someone who has hurt you and to release them from that debt; and it takes less faith to walk on water than it does to walk beside someone and keep no record of wrongdoing.  You may never walk on water, but if you love with all of your heart, mind, soul and strength, all of the law will be fulfilled; on the other hand, you could have the faith to move mountains, but if you have not love, you have nothing.  Faith is not simply believing in the impossible, it is believing that through Me, all things are possible.

I want to love and believe like that Lord.

Trust Me Son, it’s your destiny.

Getting Personal

I grew up in a devoutly Catholic family, and while that upbringing definitely provided a foundation of Christian belief in my life, it also left me with the sense that God was too high and too holy to be approached directly. 

In those days, I participated in the sacraments, and trusted that the “Church” knew what they were doing in regards to keeping me in right standing with God.  It wasn’t until years later, when I heard some of my evangelical friends asking whether I had a personal relationship with Jesus that I even realized such a thing might exist. 

When I eventually decided to read the Bible for myself, I was on the lookout for the scripture that said this “personal relationship” was something God wanted.  Here is what I found.

Right off the bat, I ran into the creation story, and particularly the events that took place in the Garden of Eden.  Even a Catholic boy knows that story, but for the first time I found myself considering God’s perspective. 

I’d always been taught that the garden was essentially paradise, and that God was offering what amounted to an ideal existence.  But I wondered what God might have gained from this arrangement, if man had not chosen to go his own way. 

After reviewing the passage multiple times, the only benefit He seemed to derive was the ability to walk with them in the cool of the day (Gen.3:8), which caused me to consider that maybe that was all He really wanted.

Despite the disappointment in the garden, God takes another step toward man, as He initiates a covenant with Abraham (Gen.15).  And before the end of the first book of the Bible, I came across the story of Jacob wrestling with God, and having his named changed to Israel (Gen.32:28). 

Though Jacob was hardly a model character, God seemed impressed by his desire to interact with Him. These encounters seemed to be clear expressions of God’s desire for a tangible relationship with His people. 

While the Exodus story was filled with spectacular miracles, I couldn’t help but notice that God seemed to want to personally guide them through the wilderness, as He appears as a cloud by day, a pillar of fire by night (Exo.13:21), and spoke directly to them from Mount Sinai (Exo.19:16-22). 

Unfortunately, the Israelites recoiled from that personal communication, instead, asking Moses to act as their intermediary (Exo.20:19). 

Later, when the children of Israel clamored for an earthly king (1Sam.8), the Lord lamented that He had wanted to be their king (1Sam.12:12-15).

After reading of David’s escapades with Bathsheba, and Uriah (1Sam.11), it was almost jarring to hear him referred to as a “man after God’s own heart (1Sam.13:14),” and yet, despite his serious transgressions, the Father seemed pleased by David’s relentless pursuit of Him.

It wasn’t lost on me that after Solomon received the gift of wisdom, he began having visions of intimacy (Song of Songs).  And I found it interesting that amongst the Lord’s criteria for effective prayer (2Chron.7:14), He listed “seek my face.” 

Though we naturally tend to seek God’s hand of protection, provision, and deliverance, seeking His face eludes to the personal nature of the relationship He desires. 

A few chapters later, this is reinforced with the understanding that the Lord “goes to and fro about the earth, looking for hearts that are truly His (2Chron.16:9).”

When queried about the “greatest commandment,” Jesus doesn’t speak of obedience, or service, or building the church, He puts it squarely on loving the Lord our God with all of our heart, soul, and strength (Matt.22).  And when His work on the cross was finished, the veil that separated His people from the presence of God was ripped open (Matt.27:51). 

Later, the Hebrew writer would explain that the Levitical priesthood would never have led to the type of relationship the Lord desired (Heb.7-10), and in the book of Revelation God’s children are referred to as a kingdom of priests (Rev.1:6). 

Paul spoke of how we could now behold Him with unveiled faces (2Cor.3:18), and of how the Lord would one day return for a spotless bride (Eph.5:27).

Over and over again, both in word and deed, the Lord expresses His strong desire to walk closely with His children, and almost as regularly, we see people who call themselves by His name choose their own path (Prov.14:12).

Perhaps the scariest scripture in the gospels occurs when Jesus tells His disciples that not everyone who calls Him Lord will enter the Kingdom of heaven.  Not because of their sin, but because of their lack of genuine connection to Him (Matt.7:23).  

It is a chilling thought that one who anticipates the words, “well done good and faithful servant (Matt.25:21)” might hear, “away from me, I never knew you (Matt.7:23).”

Our prayers should not be an attempt to move God’s hand in accordance with our will. They should instead be aimed at keeping our hearts aligned in accordance with His will.

The “lesser of evils” doesn’t qualify as “good” by default.

Full Term

 

Then, He said that a seed had been deposited within us; that He had “impregnated us” with something new. 

 

And while that seemed very hopeful, I quickly sensed a troubling question, “Will you carry this seed to full term?” 

 

The Lord reminded me that we live in a time in which the unborn are easily disposed of, and He said that “the church” is just as likely to abort the things He is trying to birth in the spiritual realm, as the world is in the natural realm. 

 

He showed me that many abortions happen as a matter of convenience, while others happen because of fear.  Some aren’t willing to endure the pain, others lack commitment to the relationship which resulted in the pregnancy, and still others because they don’t want family or friends to know who they’ve been with. 

 

 

While conception is a miraculous beginning, it is simply the start of a season of feeding, growth and development that precedes the actual birth.  What happens within that season determines whether a healthy live birth will take place. 

The question isn’t whether God desires intimacy with us; or whether that intimacy will lead to reproduction; but whether we are willing to endure the process and carry the promise to fruition.