Profound.
“Twenty years ago, psychologist Arthur Aron discovered that four minutes of looking into each other’s eyes can bring people closer. Using this discovery, Amnesty International Poland decided to carry out a simple experiment where refugees and Europeans sat opposite each other and looked into each other’s eyes.”
Take time to do this with Jesus today or sometime soon . . .
Still a good story . . .
Yesterday, I had one of those days that did not go according to “my” plans. It did make for a good story later, but at the moment I found myself quite frustrated and irritated that I had to drop everything for someone else and that I didn’t get to eat lunch until mid-afternoon. I had to do something on the computer that I really didn’t know how to do. I had someone on the phone walking me through it, but the phone cord was too short to reach to the computer so I had to keep dropping the receiver, go work on the computer, and then back to pick up the phone. (I hope you’re laughing at this point–but let me assure you, I wasn’t.) I did have the brilliant idea at one point to switch a cord and handset from another phone–but when I went to hang it up…
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This is exactly what God does for us. He punishes us and then comes to be with us in our punishment.
And thus the Lord’s love flows upon us from His wounded side . . .
Today, there is a balm for every wound,
a dew sprinkled over every dryness;
a cleansing water for every stain.
Today, the stubborn heart learns to bend
and the stiff spine learns to bow.
In the twinkling of an eye the frozen are thawed
and icy hearts warmed through and through,
making them declare as never before: Alleluia!
It’s still the Easter season . . .
It’s still the time, the season, of remembering Christ’s appearances to those He loved. Let us not move too quickly back into ordinary time. (Is there ever an “ordinary” time with Christ in our lives?) Luci Shaw captures this need to learn to recognized Him in this Sunday-poem. We, too, need to “get beyond the way he looks” in our everyday lives:
He who has seen Me has seen the Father (James Tissot)
“. . . for they shall see God”
Matthew 5.8
Christ risen was rarely
recognized by sight.
They had to get beyond the way he looked.
Evidence strong than his voice and face and footstep
waited to grow in them, to guide
their groping from despair,
their stretching beyond belief.
We are as blind as they
until the opening of our deeper eyes
shows us the hands that bless
and break our bread,
until we finger
wounds…
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Midwinter spring is its own season
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
Suspended in time, between pole and tropic.
When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire,
The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches,
In windless cold that is the heart’s heat,
Reflecting in a watery mirror
A glare that is blindness in the early afternoon.
And glow more intense than blaze of branch, or brazier,
Stirs the dumb spirit: no wind, but pentecostal fire
In the dark time of the year. Between melting and freezing
The soul’s sap quivers. There is no earth smell
Or smell of living thing. This is the spring time
But not in time’s covenant. Now the hedgerow
Is blanched for an hour with transitory blossom
Of snow, a bloom more sudden
Than that of summer, neither budding nor fading,
Not in the scheme of generation.
Where is the summer, the…
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Originally published on Mudroom.
Who knew that You were the breeze hiding behind the trees
playing hide n’ seek only to capture me?
Who knew that You taught the eagle how to fly
so I could learn how to soar?
And who knew that You gave the sparrow its song
so I could listen for dialogue between Heaven and earth?
Who knew that You gave the woodpecker its cadence
so I could hear drumbeats from Heaven…drumbeats?
Who knew that every night You watch the sunset and smile
and every morning You watch the sunrise
and it still bring tears to Your eyes
because beauty is a masquerade for Your Glory
so You stre-e-e-e-e-e-etch the sunrays to hide Your face
so we won’t be consumed so soon;
instead You allow us to feel the warmth of Your grace
takin’ it all in day by day
but who knew day by day would sever a branch
and cause the leaves in our hearts to fall
and swallow up so much hurt and pain
and eventually the sun rays we would despise
just from not knowing the Truth from the lies
so now it makes sense to believe a lie
because the Truth is just one more story
so You knew to live with us was extremely mandatory
so You stayed and stayed with us intimately
showing us Your son and how He represented You matter of factly
not giving up on a people group so satisfactorily consumed with nothingness.
So You stayed,
and put a star side by side to show us our relationship with You
and then You bring the moon out every night with the brilliance from the Sunlight
to show us even when it’s dark, You shine
and You remind us of Your precious promise again and again
by the banner of brilliant colors all huddled up over each other in the sky with no end
just like Your Name.
And who knew even after hearing Your Truth
we would still need Your help.
You knew so You stayed
and put Your voice in the mouth of the sparrow,
in the pattern of the buzzing bee,
in the legs of the grasshopper,
in the dancing wings of the hummingbird,
in the quietness of the dew resting atop the blade of a reed of grass,
in the twinkle of each star,
in the heart of each of Your children.
And who knew if we would only acknowledge You like nature does, we would know You.
Who knew?
