Apr 23, 2012
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
(The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran)
A farmer in the field sees the shadow moving across the land, the shadow is complexity filled: hope-despair, fear-brave, but then the word became flesh. As the dark purple cloud moves across his farm rising the dust up in whirling eddies he rests on his shovel. He rested and all around him he heard the sound of dried wheat stalks swaying in the wind. Dust tickled his throat. He coughed. He held onto his hat made of straw, he feared it would blow away. All the land was thirsty, but his farmers almanac did not report any rain. The almanac had not said one word about banks calling in bank loans.
The farmer smiled. He thought of all of the bank notices that were collecting on his kitchen table. The table was dust-filled, he had written S.O.S. in the dust, as a message maybe to a UFO or was it God? He had borrowed on the banks in order to plant this year's crop. The year before all was wasted. By one hail storm! This year the drought! And still the banks called and called and called and called upon the isolated farmer. The banks had lent the farmer money, and were now calling about the loan. The banks not paid, sent yellow foreclosure notes. The official notes laid like a deck of tarot cards played by a psychic at the county fair. The wood of the table held secrets from forgotten conversations. Recorded in its wood so long ago.
The horror, of official visits from official representatives of the good old banks, was a serene nightmare.
The land had been with his family for sixty years. His great grandfather had bought the land in 1866 a year after coming back to the Carolinas. A year after killing his last soldier in blue. His great grandfather hoped for a new beginning in Ohio. A land of promise, a land that was fertile and ready for growing. The land had been a stage of marriages, burials, and harvest festivals. A place where one called home.
The farmer knew his life here in Ohio was endangered. But still the farmer smiled. He joyfully accepted the plundering of his property for he knew what the bible declared, you will have a better possession an abiding one....He knew this land belonged to God. If God's will was to sell the land than so be it, no worries. Even if this meant working at a factory in Cincinnati, or in Cleveland. He hoped beyond hope that he could move on from here. But all he knew was the tending of the farm. He smiled through the broken dreams and gutter swamps of his mind. Because he had an abiding possession that would never fade from Glory.
He looked at his hands and smiled. Locusts played their legs. He wish he could have seen the sign of the times, he wish he could have seen the seven years of bad, and seven years of good. He would have sold the farm the year before and have some change in his pockets. But now all he had was faith in God and a smile that stated, "So be it!"
The wind scooped up the top soil.
Apr 18, 2012
I found this on the Merry Monk of Love's Blog: This rocks my world. Please listen.
This May Anger Y'all!!!! .... But I don't care as long as you think
on God's words Mt 5:21-26
I think it is time that we bury the hatchet on our phobias. We need to know what is right and what is wrong! But when people turn to Christ they must feel the warmth of home from its believers. I felt this hatred when I was crossing the street one day, I was age ten, and I waved at a girl, the girl said; "I can't talk to you for you and your kind are Christ Killers." Now, looking back, I want to hug that little girl and tell her sorry that you feel that way; then I would tell her: "I can assure you that it was God's plan to kill his only son, and that this plan was done because of all of our sins, and the fact that all of our sins were so grievous that we could not correct our own actions. He loved us so much that he sent his only son to us as a gift of redemption."
I ask that you watch this clip with open eyes, and child like minds. I know it is hard for me a heterosexual to look at two men kissing. I know it is hard to look at Jesus portrayed as a homosexual! I know it is hard to face your fearful pride! I know we must hold onto our principles, but don't let the principles harden the heart and we fail to love our brothers (homosexual or heterosexual). We must point like men on a hill to the love and righteousness found in Christs forgiveness for all sins.
We can not point when we are yelling at our brother for their behavior. The child will ask, "Momy and Dad why are these people hated?" Don't bar the child from the love of Christ!
John Fuller vice president of Focus on the Family's Audio and New Media devision said.
All of us – including those with special needs, the elderly, the orphan, the preborn – have inherent worth because we are uniquely created by God for a purpose. Once we recognize this simple truth, we are inspired to offer a kind word and an understanding heart to those society considers outcasts. Once we see the dignity in each and every individual, we become willing to disrupt our “model” lives and embrace the beautiful mess of investing in others.Listen to a sermon on 5:21-26 from Christ Church Berkley.