Thursday, March 29, 2007

God:



Master painter of the sky-
The beauty that astounds my eye,
Amazing! Glory!


Architect of the water-weeds
The wonder brings me to my knees
Hallelujah! Amen!

Musician of the flowing Brook
Too know- I only need look
Astounding! Wondrous!

Sculptor of the hills and plains
Matchless is Your broad domain-
Almighty! Awesome!

Orchestrator of the galaxies
Owner of rain’s treasuries-
Magnificent! Great!




I was out on a bike-ride, and I looked up and saw these amazing cloud formations.

I snatched three pictures and noticed that they looked like brushstrokes. The words came to me suddenly 'Master painter of the sky..." the rest of the way home I got the second verse, and finished the third that night. Amazingly.....about 1 hour after I got back home...it showered enough for me to get that rain picture....just what I had wanted when I thought out those lines! I did the last verse Tuesday....and then edited.

What do y'all think?

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Flashbacks:

I’ve been having a lot of ‘flashbacks’ lately. The term is strange, but it really describes what they are. Some are just pictures, some full ‘movies’ if you can call them that. The strange thing is that, although they are memories, I see myself doing things. Also, they come during the weirdest times.

While I was paging through the City of God I suddenly remembered how my oldest brother would creep up to the second floor back door that leads to the water-pump. He used to try so hard to drop all his clothes on the labandera (the laundry lady who we paid to wash and hang our clothes every Mon, Wed, and Fri.) without her noticing. She really disliked him for it, but he didn’t seem to care.

Then, I was….I think I was washing dishes when I remembered how the wind felt when I rode Sugar down the main dyke.

The last one was when I was writing to an All-American girl I lately began to have letter-bible studies with, and I remembered how it felt to be splashing around off the drop-off with Herlyn. Maybe it was more a made-up memory based on real ones than an actual occurrence. We both had tubes, and there were a couple other people around. We were splashing the water at each other and the water stung my eye, which made jump, and I began to cry. I was back in my room and it had all been in my head.

Sometimes I dream flashbacks too! I could actually feel the water, and hear everyone singing, and strumming the guitar. Once I dreamed that I fell off of Mam’ Becca’s sea wall, and I woke up suddenly which made Bethany look at me weird. One night I sent the entire dream at my spot behind the house. I sang to my tree, and watched the cicads go by. I haven’t stopped singing in my head, hoping the dream will come back:

"Christohanong pagpagabana, hatagi ug bili ang imong na-dungog, ug na-kita…..Dili ba, nang-kinahanglan man sila kang Jesus nga manluluwas ta….Sulti na!"


Sometimes I hear things…most often it the Tamsee-bird. I’ll jump up wondering
how they got caught in the house. Once, I heard someone call me, and once
Charry singing really pretty.


Usually they make me cry. If I am in a less emotional mood they just ‘sit on my heart’ and ache. I now understand the verse in Proverbs that I once circled and put a question mark beside…."Hope deffered maketh the heart sick, but when desire comes it is a tree of life"
And it’s companion- "Anxiety in the heart of a man weighs it down, but a
good word makes it glad." (they are right across the page from eachother-
13:12; 12:25 respectively)

So far I have not been able to really feel things. Before I left I tried holding leaves, and touching everything so that I could remember them better. Besides the one dream of swimming I haven’t been able to ‘hold on’ to anything. Sometimes I don’t want to wake up in hopes that the dream will stay and I’ll be able to really grab a passing tree, or roll around on the bermuda once more.

I doubt I am alone in this…but is it just a different phase of homesickness? Also, will it pass? Will it pop up every now and then?

Sunday, March 18, 2007

The Dream

Every woman dreams
Of a future life
Of being loved, and cherished,
A happy mother, and wife.

With little mouths to feed,
Innocent minds to teach,
Their hearts so full of love
Imagine what heights they’ll reach.

A little one to gurgle with
Baby arms to hug,
Chubby cheeks to pinch,
Tuck them in safe and snug.

A man who cares for her
Through thick and through thin
Strong arms to protect her,
Her battles to fight and win

A haven to fly to
When troubles abound,
A smile to warm her
'Prince Charming' she's found!

A voice deep and mellow
Sharing laughter and tears-
What girl has not desired
This dream, it’s hopes and fears.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

What are we doing?

Gay Indoctrination is nothing I think we should be surprised about. Isn't it our socialist government's job to make sure everyone has the same lifestyle and dies quickly enough to not make wills and thus leave all their money to the feds?

Being 'Politically Correct' is the subject of the year. 'Me must not make people uncomfortable, or judge them in any way'......goodness! Why not just let them tell us what to do, how to live and what to believe as well!!

The awful part is that people are surprised...these parents should have done their research and taken responsibility for what their children are being taught. It is NOT the government's job!!

The next part, is that only some people will raise their eyes. "Church attendees" (See Rev. 4; The Lukewarm Ekklasia) will think 'Oh, how terrible!' and go on with'normal' life. Satan has won already!! 'Normal people' have gooten SO desesitized that they know none of this will ever touch thier strong christian children, and that faith is in someway a shot, like the ones you get at birth. You get injected with faith and you won't catch anything detrimental to your spiritual well-being.

There is a war going on out there. So many of us are content to cower in the basement and pray for all the people dying- acting totally oblivious to the fact that our house is on fire above us and our foundations are made out of staw! The next generation is not attuned even to the minute vestiges of organised religion that so many profess and claim and as a result we will perhaps not even HAVE the minute vestiges in the future!

How long will we let this go on? What are we doing to CHANGE the world? How are 'teaching (people) all things that pertain to life and godliness' (since they claim to already be saved)?

Do people know what you are? Are people daily impacted by your chirstian bearing, reactions, testimony, and attitude? What about me? Where is my focus? What am I putting my affections on? Have I done anything, gotten out there, given my testimony...have I made people question thier lifestyles according to God's word?

WHAT ARE WE DOING!!!

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Existentialism 3

I was listening the the radio station my sister likes and I heard this song

Blessed Be - Jason Grey

I listened wondering why he couldn't read/sing about the beatitudes properly....(see unscriptural interpretation of the beatitudes) and the meek inherit the earth, not see the kingdom, and there is not even a 'broken ones' in the entire chapter.

Then he got to the third verse and I realised that it was a neo-Marxist existentialist interpretation!! If you are pretty, or strong, or brave you cannot go to heaven. If you are doing well (in business, perhaps) (thier words- 'got it made') you are outlawed immediately.

I got challenged to explain how this is wrong because Jesus himself said: "It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than a rich man to enter heaven"

I responded:
Jesus is saying (I believe) that the rich have so much to overcome because money can buy them everything material, and almost anything else that they have trouble not 'working for' heaven. They have to get over this huge hurdle and recognise that they and the most dirty beggar are equally sinful, guilty, and worthy of eternal punishment.

There will be rich people in heaven.....like Solomon, Job, Abraham, and Joseph (who was prime minister of the largest dynasty of his age)...in fact, God even blesses obedient christians who keep his commands!!

However, saying that capitalistic rich people...or "the strong, beautiful the brave" will not (to use the scriptural terms "inherit the Kingdom of heaven" is wrong, and borders on 'changing the gospel'.

So above all....DON'T take the Rich Young Ruler story out of context, and beware of this existentialism! It seems to be rampant!

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Quote:

“If there is one thing upon this earth that mankind love and admire better than another, it is a brave man -- it is the man who dares to look the devil in the face and tell him he is a devil.” -- James A. Garfield

Thursday, March 08, 2007

My blog is messed up; check back later!!!!

O.K.....details!

I tried to post a link to my new-found friend the BIG RED BUTTON...and it messed up my blog in some way so that any text I entered would disappear when I pushed 'publish'........that sneaky button!!

SO...I finally got things fixed, and for all of you who wondered why my blog looked all crazy, that was the details!

Friday, March 02, 2007

Clouds


Silvery-white, of raindrops made
No one really knows your name
They just call you ‘cloud’.
You shillouettte all so prize
Yet you float unfazed through the skies
All alone or in a billiowing crowd.


Colored deepest blue, or tender pink,
When threat’ning grey of rain you think-
The weather-vanes of the sky.
O, Lord who made every cloud
All sing your praises, the thundrous sound
Deafens and astounds my eye.



Thier praises resound in color
Magnificence unlike any other,
I pull out my camera and stare.
It copies the shades and hues
But reflects only minutely on You,
And the praises that echo there.


J.L.P.