The dark inside is so dark
Its substance can’t be seen.
I think I’ve plumbed the depths
But only One has mastery.
The surface is the surface
No matter what the depth I claim.
I must seek the One who searches
Beneath the clutter I have named.
The unknown depths of darkness
Can be cleansed and made as snow,
If I will, and ask, surrender
To the One Who sees below.
So, I’ll ask the One to search within,
Beneath, below and under
To shine light into the darkness;
Once enjoined, now put asunder
Eleven days ago we had a lunar eclipse and I have seen some beautiful photos of this striking event of the sky but…
…I was watching the sun set that evening…
…in the opposite direction…
…equally striking, yet different…
Where are you looking; what do you see; are there signposts you’re missing (thanks Shane)?
We don’t all have to look in the same direction at the same time, or all of the time, or at all – some of the time.
The Bible, Matthew 27:27-56;
‘The Passion of the Christ,’ movie by Mel Gibson;
Three Scenes, Tom Wall 1. Jesus endures the mocking 2. Jesus endures the cross 3. Jesus is no ordinary man, Corowa Presbyterian Church.
Sin…is not wrong doing, it is wrong being, deliberate and emphatic independence of God…
Independence of our designer, creator and restorer.
As was mentioned today; a $50 note that has fallen in the toilet, the kitty litter, the mud, or anywhere else that would make it dirty, would still be of value to me. So is our value to Jesus, no matter how dirty our independence of Him has made us.
If Jesus was kept from death, I would have been kept from life.
Does God have to reveal Himself as I determine, for me to believe Him; or do I believe Him because of how and who He has already revealed Himself to be?
It was my sin that held Him there, until it was accomplished.
His dying breath has brought me life, I know that it is finished.
Stuart Townend – ‘How deep The Father’s Love For Us’
Sitting and waiting and longing
Stillness and silence and wanting
Watching and looking, expecting
Hoping and seeking, observing
Seeing and feeling and touching
Knowing and hearing, understanding
There’s something in the rain that, oh so thrills me
Something there that gives my heart a smile
Relief wells up within my deepest being
I’m overcome by rest, for just a while
A friend in Western Australia stresses the need to be teachable; I have just had a visit from another friend who feels frustrated by some around her who seem to be unteachable.
This has reminded me of a few quotes in books I have read recently on art (drawing, painting…) and writing, some I think I have mentioned before.
…Through learning to draw perceived objects or persons, you can learn new ways of seeing that guide strategies in creative thinking and problem solving just as through learning to read, you acquire verbal knowledge and learn the strategies of logical, analytical thought…
Betty Edwards, “Drawing On The Artist Within”
We need a language capable of simple, beautiful expression yet containing complex thought that yields up our feelings instead of depriving us of them. You only get that kind of language-possibility through reading at a high level…What we think of as difficult is often only unfamiliar, so it can take a bit of time to get into a book. “…surf-syndrome of the Web” Reading is not skimming for information. Reading is a deeper dive. Or a high climb. Jeanette Winterson, “Stop What You’re Doing And Read This”
Socrates worried that a lack of internalised knowledge would lead to a lack of reflection about one’s personal relationship to the acme of knowledge, wisdom and virtue. Dr. Maryanne Wolf and Dr. Mirit Barzillai, “Stop What You’re Doing And Read This”
I don’t always want to be taught. Oh but I do, at the same time, want to be teachable!
And I do love to learn from others, especially through conversation – verbal, written, and the conversation of interdependent living.
Learn. Teach. Live. Enjoy.
Internal, infernal, a whisper eternal
A voice and a cry and a thought
Try to hide
It creeps and it seeps, try suppression to treat
But it scrapes and it claws up
Within won’t abide
Release and relief, expressed at length or in brief
An outlet, a fountain, a fissure
A strike and a light, the truth justified
Establishing, grounding in depths
Out of sight
The murmur, the mumble, the mutter of breath
Acknowledged and heard aloud
Exposed to the right
As murmur and thought, the voice and the cry
Find submission to truth and light
Peace will arrive
10/13 April 2014
Steven Curtis Chapman – Take Another Step
And now here you are. You’re afraid to move. ‘Cause you don’t know where to go. ‘Cause you don’t know what to do.
Take another step, take another step. When the road ahead is hard, and you don’t know where to go.
Take another step, take another step. Trust God and take another step, and another step, and another step. Take another step, and another step, and another step…
And there we are. Nothing to hold on to, but the promises God’s made to me and you…
Take another step…
If there’s an ocean in front of you, you know what you’ve gotta do…take another step, and another step. Maybe He’ll turn the water into land, and maybe He’ll take your hand and say, “Let’s take a walk on the waves, will you trust me either way? And take another step, take another step.”
I’m going one step at a time; just as Steven Curtis Chapman, and Charles Spurgeon, and Oswald Chambers, and Amy Grant, and Rich Mullins have been reminding me.
When I had children who were born with blindness, it seemed the water was turned into land.
Life right now seems more like walking on the waves – large, ominous, crashing waves!
I will continue to take ONE more step.
It sounds like cleansing refreshment
Announced with a flash and a roar
Tumble and rumble and light from on high
Through the sky and down onto the floor
Enlightenment, pounding, now earthbound
All surfaces will be awash
The grease and the dust long-settled
Will be taken away by the rush
When all becomes calm, has been seasoned
As this night slips forever away
May the view be restored in the brightness
Clear perspective in the light of new day