Weighted Walking

On my return walk this morning (the downhill section!), I was overtaken by a young jogger. We said hi as she passed, just as I and the other walkers/joggers had done this morning, and I noticed she was ‘carrying’ weights – strapped to her body.

“I’m carrying weight too,” I smiled to myself. “Didn’t need to strap any extra on!”

My conversation with myself (I have many) reminded me of some race-running analogies in the Bible.

The writer of Hebrews in the New Testament has just finished a brief, condensed recap of some of Israel’s biographical history. The personal stories of men, women, their families and descendants who hopefully-endured, waited, sat under and with their circumstances or calls to action. Trusting in God’s proven faithfulness to them in life on earth, and their having faith that he will fulfil all future promises.

Chapter twelve of Hebrews begins with a call, an invitation, a compelling, a challenge to us in light of such historical proves of God’s faithfulness and promise-keeping.

We are challenged to cast off and lay aside every bulging, bending, aching, all-encompassing weight and sin which would keep us from hitting the target, the mark, and receiving the prize of the unencumbered life eternal in unhindered loving relationship with our Heavenly Father. A life purchased at great cost to him and the son of God through whom we have access to this unencumbered life. A life which begins here on this earth and finds its fulfilment in the hereafter.

And what is the mark, the target, the prize we aim for and will receive if we’re actually/honestly searching…himself, God himself (Hebrews ch. 11 v 6). When it’s him we seek, it is himself he rewards us with.

And this was written for those who live after Christ Jesus has come, providing all that is necessary for us to reach the target. Before Jesus walked the earth as God in human flesh, in the Old Testament of the Bible, Jeremiah ch. 29 v10-14 (29:10-14), Israel were told that he (God) will be found by those who seek for, search out, the Lord with their whole self…current and future promises assured, and freedom from the ties that bind and constrict us. Ties keeping us from the mark and the loving relationship with him that awaits.

Is the weight that bulges, encompasses, constricts and binds you something you have strapped on? Are there unnecessary/unrequired things that you have taken on, mull over, slowing you down and skewing the view and scope of your direction?

Is this weight that keeps you from hitting your mark, skewing your aim for the person of Jesus and loving relationship with him and his people, something you ingest (like my carried extra weight), imbibe, devour?

Throw them off!

Lay them aside!

And Hebrews 11 not only tells us who the mark is, but how to aim and fly so that we make it to him…faith…”that he is a rewarder of those who diligently seek him.”

27/2/2021

If you’re interested, here is a poem I wrote about The Mark

Joseph

Self-evidently standing tall
In equity displayed for all
Keeps in mind his person’s person
Reserved of spectacle’s decision
Wills to fully free his own
Impassioned, sits till path is known

Contradict your swelling fear
Take to you, your person near
Protect her from the path of death
The one she’ll Bare’s of sacred breath
Take this road that’s travelled less
This road toward your God is blessed

Envisioned message – awakening!
Till time fulfilled – forwarding
Committed to – arrang-ed way
Realisation – amidst the fray
Receiving near – beloved one
Not knowing all – till all is done

Made manifest by laying forth
Awakening message shows the course
Of fleeing with beloved two
Where timely safety will ensue
Then staying where and as you are
Till called to travel life’s next path

Matthew chapters 1 and 2
Luke chapter 2

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Letter to Joseph

My Dear Brother Joseph,

I want to thank you for walking closely with our God, The LRD JHWH.

Thank you for seeking to live equitably…before you knew what your family life would be.

Thank you for sitting with your impassioned self when unsure and thrust into an unexpected life course. Thank you for sitting with your own impassioned experience, so much so that you could and would consider the affects on another.

Thank you for your willingness to fully free the one others would have rejected, disregarded, shamed, or even killed – even though you were faced with circumstances and explanations that seemed unbelievable.

Thank you for heeding the messengers and messages from YHWH. Thank you for your willingness to deny your fear and draw Mary, your betrothed, to yourself.

Thank you for waiting out the continued unknowingness of your circumstances, relationship/s and life path to their fullness of time. Thank you for seeing things through, as YHWH directed, and to completion.

Thank you for being you, and being you in all your circumstances. I realise you were human, just as I am – you were not perfect and faltered and missed YHWH’s mark. But you measured yourself against Him, returning to keep step.

I thank you for allowing yourself to decrease as Christ Jesus, whom you helped to parent, increased…and before Mary’s cousin, John, had said he would do so.

Thank you for helping to parent one who was not your own, and who still had his own engaged parents, even before I did such a thing.

Essentially, I thank you for walking the life of ever-increasing knowledge, wisdom, obedience and growth in and toward our designer, redeemer, restorer, provider and LRD. By choosing this, you were ready, not yet perfected, but ready for each step YHWH asked you to take. Thank you for looking, seeing, hearing, trusting and modelling for me the WAY of life dependant on the saviour of our souls – as life was designed to be.

A distant sister, with gratefulness

26/1/2021

The Book of Ruth

Naomi

Confused amid the scarcity
Our wandering feet would roam
Until they planted steadfast
In that soil so far from home
In death’s great, dark abandonment
And bitterness of heart
I turned my face t’ward the One
I’d left, at sojourn’s start

My new loves would not leave me
My provision all but spent
I could not bear their suff’ring
One remained, one with me went
Lament and sorrow mine
Strange new life for she
A commotion in the city
As I returned, and she with me

The Overseer

I wondered at the woman
Who from a strange land came
How she worked! She toiled! She laboured!
Such little rest within the shade
We all had heard the stories
How she joined with one, our own
To provide for another’s mother
And in our ways she’d grown

Now the master, he had noticed
And charged us with her care
To show kindness and protection
When we’d see her working there
And then, he’d drawn her close
One who’d usually be scorned
Kindness, one unto another
In God’s image, is he formed?

Ruth

Death ripped from me my comfort
I would’ve walked alone
So, I clung to she who loved me
Followed to her long-lost home
In following direction
Of a people not yet mine
I entered empty-handed
To behold of gifts divine

In the God of one I cherished
I found refuge, work and help
Saw unfolding of provision
Through his servant’s gifted wealth
God’s store of greatest riches
Was to overflow my need
Immediate and eternal
For myself and all my seed

Boaz

With the blessing of provision
I sought to imitate my Lord
Look into the lives around me
His presence my reward
When she showed the fruit of turning
I beheld a heart restored
And the beauty of the faithful
A daughter’s mother so adored

With allegiance to the Master
I could risk to see a loss
Which he returned to me, a gifting
As he would gift us through his Christ
As a people far away
We can return to open arms
Of the one who will redeem
And restore through mercy’s charms

30/7, 1/8, 9/8/2020
Gina Marie

The Sweetest Loss

The sweetest loss
I give to you
Self-sufficient, a lie thought true
As I release
It from my grasp
I’m left with just an open palm

No longer closed
In desperate clasp
In freedom now, I come to ask
For you to stock
My empty hand
Fulfil my need, gifts of your plan

In letting go
I fall into
Your arms of love, outstretched in truth
Emancipated
I’m leaning in
Dependence is design, not sin

12/7/2020

Ephesians 2:10-22 (esp v13)

Old Song:

Though we once were far away

Now we have been brought near

Through the blood of Jesus Christ

He is our peace


 

We are poetry in motion

Creation spoken into form

Fit for God’s good purpose

Whether sunshine or a storm

 

But we wandered! We were aimless!

Then an alien in his land

Strangers to the promises

Without hope! We could not stand

 

Though our wand’ring took us far

His Christ has drawn us near

The purchase price? His blood!

Now peace dispels our fear

 

28/7/2020

Grateful Chorus

What a wonder!
The gracious Saviour!

In love he formed me
By grace restored me

His endless mercies
Shower down, concert me

Oh, great rejoicing!
My soul is voicing

I ne’er could fathom
Love’s endless cavern

With gifts abounding
T’ward me, astounding

In grateful chorus
I rise, victorious

The valley of trouble
By hope, smoothed of rubble

So I walk on in peace
Toward the bridegroom’s feast

I sing, in grateful chorus

22/1/2020

King of Glory, Prince of Peace

He has been my King of Glory
My rest, as Prince of Peace
On solid ground,
When waves surround
At journey’s start or when complete

My guiding light when dark descends
Leaves footprints in the sand
Amidst tumult, calm
Or eye of storm
Beside me, takes my hand

In life, and death, and seasons’ change
Obscured, or within view
He upright stands
Bends low with hands
To embrace, or pull me through

19/1/2020

A Song for the Season

The soul greatly shows all of greatness, supreme
And the breath of life, leaping, has a great song to sing
Of Divinity’s power and Redeemer’s great love
That in grace and in mercy, lives among us, the dove

As he looked all around, his gaze firmly set
On we who are bound, for by love we’re beset
We beheld from a wide-open eye and confessed
That as one, so the whole, through the ages he’d bless

You see he who is able – has the power to do
Has made done the magnificent, for me and for you
So, in awe and as sacred, we hold to his name
Consid’ring his power and mercy, rests on each one the same

Evidently wielding the strength of his own
Through dispersing those high, in thought and in soul
Satisfying those longing with that which is good
And those possessed of abundance, sent empty to brood

The great one who succours the child of his love
In his mindful compassion and goodwill toward
Accordingly speaking to those gone before
Our father of faith, and those sown, evermore

Luke 1:46-55

24/12/2019

Christmas Greetings

The Compassion and the Passion

A merciless master
My suffering prolonged
O sin, you would have me
Alone, without song

My saviour, the servant
Compassion’s concern
Would pursue all my rescue
E’en while I yet spurned

With glory obscured
Power hidden, en-veiled
He served us, his humans
Then the mountain he scaled

Raised to be lowered
Shame brought release
For my sin-burdened soul
To find its long-lasting peace

In your death…
The inherited cycle is broke
Sin’s hold cannot keep me
Your new life brings me hope

Life-blood’s passed on
From parent to child
In your blood shed abroad
I’m no longer beguiled

Sin’s great deception?
That I’m still compelled
To do all its bidding
That I’m under its spell

But my Jesus, you triumphed
In freedom, empowered
A spirit-led choice
To walk the life I’m endowed

With bended knee’s adoration
In restored humanity, stand
Before the depth of your feeling
Poured over me, by your hand

19/4/2019

Shepherding

Crisp and clear, morning begins.

As light becomes all encompassing, the fiery glow on increasing cloud…recedes.

The morning will be fresh, if not a little heavy, foretelling of an over-shadow later in the day.

The sheep must be moved on; this temporary shelter – house of sticks – will not suffice as the sun moves across the sky, the cloud and all its company rolling in.

A rousing call, tap a few tails with a crooks end, perhaps a flap of the arms now and then…they’re up and on the move.

They’ll need nourishment early; storms may rumble in sooner rather than later. Well-fed sheep will be better able to ride out storms later on.

A graze in this fresh green gully; water the flock down below; shelter from inclement weather amongst established trees, enclosed within the secure boundary of a holding yard.

Yet holding yards, shelter and nourishment alone are not enough. Keep watch! Alert to risk and danger; ready and willing to act, to rescue, to protect.

Gates and fences blow over, are damaged by falling limbs, rushing waters…the onslaught of varied weather – predictable and temperamental; and the passing of time – worn and weathered, weary of bearing weight and strain.

Wild animals will seek prey; there are those who would take the flock for their own.

The Chief Shepherd, possessor and nurturer of this flock watches and enables the under-shepherds to fulfill the call to care, attend, cultivate, keep and cherish.

These ones know the voice, direction and undertaking of their Shepherd. They respond well when they perceive his influence in and amongst us.

So, a crook to keep within safe boundaries.

An eye out for fields of nourishment.

Safe spaces for rest and refreshment.

Wisdom, strength, compassion and the will to fight off those who would steal and destroy.

And when some are lost, taken, devoured, appeal to and rest in the Great Shepherd…who saw their wanderings, observed our distraction, allowed and curtailed the thief and false shepherd, and will pursue them and us in justice, mercy and all that is good, pure, right and lovely.

Gina Marie 21/7/2015