21 July 2010

The Waiting

Sitting with a half-hour spare
When suddenly a moment rare
Steals upon me unaware
Its very boldness to declare
That such a moment cannot bear
To see Time giv’n such little care
As to be labeled something “spare”

And still I sit and silent wait
Beginning now to meditate
On how we fools do separate
A day in pieces small and great
So that we might discriminate
Which ones to waste, or designate
As small enough to simply “wait”

02 July 2010


Last night, as Brooke visited rooms to check on the girls at Boot Camp, I spent a little while worshiping out in the darkened field. It was a lovely time to raise hands and spin around and just place my whole self beneath my Maker. I opened up the Word to Psalm 107, and was so encouraged by it - just seeing the different people whom God delivers throughout the Psalm. I think we all can identify with the people we see there - the wilderness wandering, the darkness dwellers, the rebellious fools, the works watchers. Have we not been all of these at some point or another? But the beauty of the psalm is in how God delivers them each, in His own way.

I think of times when my soul has felt like one wandering in the wilderness, hungry and thirsty. Indeed, even this afternoon I have felt so! So too I have felt as one down in the depth of darkness, the shadow of death, like a prisoner, unable to break the chains of wickedness which seem always to plague me. I have even been a fool, rebellious in my way, and afflicted. But what do all of these do in their trouble? They cry out to the Lord, and He delivers them out of their distresses! How beautiful! And then each is given what they truly need from Him —

The wandering soul finds God’s guidance, and He leads the lonely one to His people, into His family, and satisfies the hunger and thirst!

The dark-dweller is brought out into the light, and the chains are utterly broken; the gates of bronze are shattered, the iron bars cut asunder!

The fool is healed by God’s Word, and delivered from destructions so that he might give thanks to the Lord!

And in all of these they are to give thanks for His lovingkindness and for His wonders among men. Such a wonderful encouragement to read and place one’s hope in, that God should deliver you as you cry out to Him. Do not hesitate today to call out to Him in your distress, O soul; and believe His arm will flex on your behalf!

11 June 2010

The Story of the Stars of Marsden Hill

There were seven stars which kept company with one another over Marsden Hill. Each night they hung low early in the evening, whispering together the secret matters of stars. They spoke low words in confidence, with absolute trust between them, and as the night progressed their thoughts and deliberations would unfold, becoming more and more evident to the occupants of the Hill and culminating at the darkest dark of night in one brilliant figure bold in the frozen firmament. This great figure was their Truth, hidden to none. It held fast for but a moment; the stars held it so. Then, blushing at their own transparency of revelation, the bareness of their thought, they would shift once more into their downward, dawnward repose. For they knew that the Hill was properly possessed by the Great Star, which tread across it during those hours known as “Day.”

For centuries and long ages of men, the Truth of these seven stars lay hidden, unnoticed by the men of Marsden Hill. The men strove and laboured upon the mighty hill, working the earth (the stuff of which they themselves were made) for shelter, food, and clothing. They toiled each day by the light of the Great Star, for, as they believed, by its Light they saw all things. And when the Great Star would retire, withdrawing into his resting room, pulling his rose-coloured bedcurtains closed, the men, too, would retire, believing they had seen the fulness of that Day. They did not realise the Truth which hung above them every night…

04 June 2010

Zp7 Proverbs

Reject typicality.

The world has not yet seen all that you are capable of. Humbly inform them. Be no more a mystery.

Do everything with as much excellence as you can muster.

Invest your time and energy in those activities or bits of knowledge which are reproductive - that is, which you can pass along to others. Be a consumer-reproducer.

Feel passion for many things. Do no stifle any pure ones.

Be unreasonable about your passions; divine gifts and purposes are not often reasonable.

Enjoy the sharp, sporadic memories as if they were a momentary Now - the smells, the songs which carry you Elsewhere. Memory is its own Continent.

Allow your passions to carry you into difficult and hard labours; they will surely carry you through them as well. Difficult work fuels a passion. Learn this by practise.

Do not be satisfied by lectures, sermons, commentaries, critical essays, or translations - these are all veils between you and the Source. Know them, but do not be satisfied by them.

Make excuses out of everyday situations, meetings, or happenings for learning something new.

You do not need to master all areas of knowledge, but you must master the most important ones. A God-driven passion will show you which these are.