Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Marked reflection

Only a reflection
As in a mirror
An image
A form
Of what is.
What we see.
Or perceive,
Of who we are.

Yet,
Promised
So much more.
Now,
We know
In part
Then,
We shall
Know fully.

Breathe
The warmth
Of your breath
On the glass
Of my soul.
Leave the
Fingerprint of God
Upon my mirror.

So, when others
Draw near
To share
A breath of life
A moment
They may see
The mark of God
Pressed on me.

Breathe
And it will appear
Not because
I put it there
But because
I've been touched
By the hand of God.

No reflection
Will be seen
Past the mark
He made.
When others look,
In my mirror
And breathe.
-cjb
"Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known."
1 Corinthians 13:12 (NIV)

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Tuesday, July 18, 2006

White Nights



Not the 1985 movie! But the real White Nights in St. Petersburg, Russia.
I was on the phone with a friend yesterday from St. Pete and was reminded that now is the time to stay awake and celebrate their beautiful city though the night.

This link on White Nights will tell you more.
I will leave you with some pictures and a poem about my last time in St. Petersburg during the White Nights.

White nights.
Palaces light up
People stroll.
Young love laughs
And lingers by the riverside
As bridges rise.

The eternal flame
Burns and dances
While two friends
Sing a melancholy song,
Farewell.
Time stands still.
And harmony hangs
In the early morning mist.

A language sung
Not my own,
But my heart
Knows the tempo
It carries the
Beat of my soul.

White nights
Light up the city.
Memories are forever
Etched into my mind.
They linger like the song
And burn in my heart
Like the eternal flame.

-cjb


Sunday, July 16, 2006

Corps tent camping and rafting trip

The family before the river.
Emma wouldn't stand with us.....probably offended she wasn't going.

Emma saying good bye. Don't go Mommie!!

The River

We had a great time! More pictures on Flicker. Most shots are before.
I have only this one of us on the actual rapids...
I have to admit I get really wound up on these trips and throw my whole self into the event.
The river wars are the best part, after the rapids. Everyone has water guns and buckets of water and when the river is calm it is all out war on the other rafts. I have bruises to prove it. The girls have a bit of there mother in them! They took the water in the face like real troopers and gave some back too! Al was the Captian of our vessel.
Emma spent the afternoon with her granddad Bate. They had a good time and even got a nap in!
I woke up feeling a little older this morning. Hard to get out of bed! :)

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Life's experience

Say what you mean
Mean what you say
You speak
Smiling
With a forked tongue.
If it had been an enemy
Speaking such harsh words
I would have hurt
But not like this.
Your words
Are betrayal
Of a friendship
And a respect
Once mutual.

Who are you?
Our God will judge.
Who am I you say?
My Lord will answer.
For although I only hear
The whispers of your slander.
My God hears all.

He sees through
The smiles
The pleasantries
The “Just kidding” demeanor
And he looks
At the heart.
I’ve been
caught off guard.
But not again.
My forgiveness?
Yes,
It’s yours.
But,
You will never
Be a friend.

-cjb

This poem started out as a reaction to something not really that big but then I saw where it was going, I drew from old wounds that the Lord has healed. That's why I called it "life's experience" because....it isn't really about one particular moment but a mix of moments that sir up these feelings.
I put it up because, I think a lot of people have experienced this to some degree.
Can anyone relate??

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

While Women Weep

My blogs have been way to serious or poetic lately.
Don't be offended with this blog ...
some women carry burdens that no one understands! ;)

The marginalised,
the oppressed and those who's pain is sometimes overlooked.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Sallie Chesham

"Walking with the Wind" by Sallie Chesham

I just revisited this book on my shelf. I was reminded of the Lt. Colonel's poetry and ability to be different, to be herself within the structure that God had called her to serve in.
When I was a teenager I met Mrs. Chesham. She soldiered at the Cambridge Corps in Massachusetts in her retirement.
Here is one of her poems:

DEATH MARCH

Lord, stumble me!
A fall is better
Than this stolid step
Behind a thousand others,
Mechanical,
Ongoing only
Because of tradition's whip
And lip,
The pagan drive of power.

Stumble me, Lord!
And if I then regain
My feet,
I'll march with zest
Even if behind the rest.
If not, perhaps
The ragged lump there
In the road
Will make another stop,
And, startled,
Straighten up,
Gathering himself to You;
March on, soldier!
Or else, he may stumble too
Over me,
And falling, stop another
In the mechanistic line,
Who will come to himself
And You.

Oh, stumble, stumble me, Lord

Going deeper sermon


Last summer at Old Orchard Beach, Emma ran straight into the water without fear. In her toddler excitement she didn’t realize the power of the ocean, the size, the depth, the pull.
It reminded me of Lydia’s first time seeing the ocean and her reaction. She ran the other way and held tight to Alastair as he tried to take her in….one step at a time.

We each are different even from a young age. How do you enter into the water? Ocean or pool? Big toe first? , ease in backwards….slowly down a ladder? Do you dive in the deep end head first? Our caution or lack of fear tells a little bit of who we are.
In Ezekiel 47 we enter into this portion of scripture more than half way through the vision of Ezekiel of the Temple in Jerusalem.

Now vision accounts, especially the symbolic and allegorical types, grasp the imagination and evoke feelings in ways that ordinary language cannot. Like poetry they present an interpretation of reality and invite the reader or listener to share it. Although they were originally experienced and recorded to address a particular historical situation of the past, their symbolic character gives them meaning and application beyond their original contexts. [1]
Ezekiel is being lead in this vision by a man whose appearance was like bronze ( 40:3) This man here in Chapter 47 has a measuring line and begins to measure the water that was flowing out from the Temple. In verse 3 we see that the water is only ankle deep, then in verse 4 it is measured as knee deep and then Ezekiel is lead through the water up to his waist. Vs. 5 then tells us that the water becomes so high that “it was deep enough to swim in – a river that no one could cross.”
Hebrew has a good many different words often rendered ‘river’, although this is not always an accurate translation of the original term.
The Hebrew word "nahal" is common, the meaning is a torrent-valley; in summer a dry river-bed or ravine, but a raging torrent in the rainy season. These river-beds could suddenly become raging torrents. (like flash floods) In Ezekiel’s vision it was a nahal that Ezekiel saw issuing from the Temple ( 47:5–12 ). It starts out shallow and then becomes so deep and strong that “no one could cross it.”
The rivers and waterways are where virtually all major cities in the ancient world were located, because they made transportation and commerce possible and provided irrigation for farming. Metaphorically, rivers or streams of flowing (living) water symbolize salvation or the Spirit of God
Jesus himself said “Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, streams of living water will flow from within him.” By this he meant the Spirit, whom those who believed in him were later to receive.”
So if we were to look at this passage of Scripture Ezekiel 47 in the light of the New Testament.
Understanding the historical content but also believing that this scripture has something to say to us today.
We can look at this river flowing from the temple as the Spirit of God.
We can see it comes from the Temple where the presence of God resides.
If we look into John’s book of Revelation Chapter 22 we see in the first verse “The river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb.”
So God is the source of this river. We also see later in Ezekiel 47 that this river turns the Dead Sea to life and produces fruit and healing. These are also traits of the Spirit in the believers life. For when we are born of the Spirit we have new life and that new life brings forth fruit and healing.
So let us walk into the River with Ezekiel. Are you ready? Let us walk into the Spirit! Starting slowly…..only ankle deep----God does not throw anyone into the deep end! Then a little deeper …….knee deep. Will you go further? Up to your waist? Then what?? Do we stop? How deep will we go? How deep can we go into the Spirit?….into the things of God?
In the call of Peter in the book of Luke Jesus says to Peter ( Luke 5 :4) “ put out into deep water and let down your nets.” Jesus is always calling us into a deeper relationship with him. Peter’s obedience went against everything he knew to be true, going into the deep had not helped him a bit all night. They caught no fishes….but when Christ called him to “put out into the deep” and Peter obeyed he did not come back empty handed.
What stops us from going deeper? Why do we stand on the edge looking at the water? Why can some of us only bring ourselves to go ankle deep or knee deep?
Maybe it is the power of the river that scares us? If it was a torrent river as the Hebrew word suggest in this scripture, and we know that the Spirit of God is powerful………..maybe we stand on the banks or only go knee deep because we fear the water. We know it is more powerful than we are, we know that it could overwhelm us, sweep us a way….we could die.
But isn’t that in fact what living a Spirit filled life is all about? Dying…. dying to self!
By staying on the banks or only going so deep we feel like we are still in control. We are not trusting God fully, we have not completely abandoned ourselves to the Spirit.
God does not want us to be just symbolically be sprinkled or dipped into His Spirit. He wants us to be totally immersed in his Spirit! Baptized!
Like those old ice tea commercials that had someone falling into a pool and the man said “take the plunge” ----We need to fall into the Spirit of God. It is really a matter of trust and control.
The benefits of “swimming in over our head” in the Spirit are too many to count!
Once, I was playing in the pool with the girls and Heather realized, as we were being silly, that in the water she could pick me up! In water objects are lighter. :)
It is true of the Spirit as well! In the Spirit our burdens are not as heavy. We can lift things that normally would be too heavy for us to carry on our own.
Where are you in our walk with God? Have you gotten your feet wet? Have you been baptized in the river of life, baptized in God’s spirit? If so….how deep are you willing to go? God is calling all his disciples to “put out into the deep”……do not be afraid….take the plunge. You will not be disappointed!
Will you approach this opportunity cautiously or will you run towards God straight into the water--- no fear!
Give into the power, the depth, and the pull of God’s Spirit. Go deeper.
Imagine if everyone in your place of worship was totally immersed in the Spirit of God, having given up his or her own life to the flow of the Spirit.
His will not ours.
His ways not mine.
Imagine all that God could accomplish through us not only as individuals but also as a body of believers.

[1] Achtemeier, P. J., Harper & Row, P., & Society of Biblical Literature. 1985. Harper's Bible dictionary. Includes index. (1st ed.) . Harper & Row: San Francisco

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Simple Days

Catch
The painting
In your window,
Life is quickly
Passing by.
Summer gardens,
Tall grass growing,
White porch cottage,
Beneath blue skies.
Laundry in the
Breeze is blowing.
A red bird flies
Across the road.
All life’s colors.
On your palette.
Simple days,
Paint them
Bold.
-cjb
Back from vacation in Maine!

Saturday, July 01, 2006

Happy Meal



They passed a little beggar girl
Walked right into McDonalds.
The little girl, the age of his,
Yet, she had know life’s sorrows.

When they had finished eating
And stepped again outside,
The golden arch behind them.
The beggar caught his eye.

She sat there on the curb,
Too young to be alone.
He handed her a happy meal
His daughter gave her cone.

She smiled and said “thank you”
Change was what she sought.
Yet, quickly ate the contents
Of everything he bought.

You may not like this poem
Judgments can be made.
Who gives a hungry child,
McDonald’s you might say?

Ice cream in a cone?
Can’t take away her cares!
A “happy meal”?! The irony!
One wonders how he dares!

But on that day two small girls,
Are effected by how he lives.
One girl had enough to eat,
The other learned to give.

-cjb