It's been a funny old week.
Here's a variety of "stuff " that reflects some of the themes and peaks and troughs running through my postings this week
Resting Place
Heaven is my throne
And earth is my footstool
Where is the house you will build for me?
Whom of you will hear the cry of my heart?
Where will my resting place be?
Here Oh Lord
Have I prepared for You a home
Long have I desired for You to dwell
Here Oh Lord
Have I prepared a resting place
Here Oh Lord I wait for You alone
Creation Calls Are You Listening ?
Here's a variety of "stuff " that reflects some of the themes and peaks and troughs running through my postings this week
Resting Place
Heaven is my throne
And earth is my footstool
Where is the house you will build for me?
Whom of you will hear the cry of my heart?
Where will my resting place be?
Here Oh Lord
Have I prepared for You a home
Long have I desired for You to dwell
Here Oh Lord
Have I prepared a resting place
Here Oh Lord I wait for You alone
"What I believe is so magnificent, so glorious, that it is beyond finite comprehension.
To believe that the universe was created by a purposeful, benign Creator is one thing. To believe that this Creator took on human vesture, accepted death and mortality, was tempted, betrayed, broken, and all for love of us, defies reason.
It is so wild that it terrifies some Christians who try to dogmatize their fear by lashing out at other Christians, because tidy Christianity with all answers given, is easier than one which reaches out to the wild wonder of God’s love, a love we don’t even have to earn. (Madeleine L’Engle)
All That We Have
Instrumental by Gary Ault
Lyrics
Chorus
All that we have, and all that we offer
Comes from a heart both frightened and free
Take what we bring now, and give what we need
All done in His name.
Verses
Some would rely on their power
Others put trust in their gold
Some have only their Saviour
Whose faithfulness never grows old.
Sometimes the road may be lonesome
Often we may lose our way
Take courage and always remember
Love isn't just for a day.
Sometimes when troubles are many
Life can seem empty, it's true
But look at the life of the Master
Who lovingly suffered for you.
To believe that the universe was created by a purposeful, benign Creator is one thing. To believe that this Creator took on human vesture, accepted death and mortality, was tempted, betrayed, broken, and all for love of us, defies reason.
It is so wild that it terrifies some Christians who try to dogmatize their fear by lashing out at other Christians, because tidy Christianity with all answers given, is easier than one which reaches out to the wild wonder of God’s love, a love we don’t even have to earn. (Madeleine L’Engle)
All That We Have
Instrumental by Gary Ault
Lyrics
All that we have, and all that we offer
Comes from a heart both frightened and free
Take what we bring now, and give what we need
All done in His name.
Verses
Some would rely on their power
Others put trust in their gold
Some have only their Saviour
Whose faithfulness never grows old.
Sometimes the road may be lonesome
Often we may lose our way
Take courage and always remember
Love isn't just for a day.
Sometimes when troubles are many
Life can seem empty, it's true
But look at the life of the Master
Who lovingly suffered for you.
Creation Calls Are You Listening ?
This is a stunning video. Truly uplifting !
A Prayer by Walter Brueggemann
We loved the pageant of government!
We watched while power strutted
and patriotism blossomed.
We remembered that “all men are created equal”
(and wondered about those not men).
We heard cadences of “liberty and justice for all,”
but noticed there was more talk
about liberty than about justice.
We listened yet again to the
sounds of terror and fear and threat,
and imagined in this “theatre of self-confidence”
that we could somehow make ourselves
safe and unafraid.
Except, of course, the world is a dangerous place,
and we have the uneasy feeling that the good
world we have treasured is slipping through
our fingers,
and we feel the pulse of anxiety,
and have waves of doubt about our official rhetoric -
not because we are disloyal or unpatriotic,
but because we suspect that the big rhetoric
does not get close enough to the scars of reality.
We pause away from the ceremony,
remember our baptism,
and hear yet again our Lordly,
“Do not fear.”
from Prayers For A Privileged People
From this book below - Click here for more information
In the foreword to the book, Walter Brueggemann calls it “a rich gift,” and poet/pastor Dale Fredrickson has arranged his poems according to Brueggemann’s three-part understanding of The Psalms: Orientation- Poems of praise to God; Disorientation - Poems of lament or asking for help, and New Orientation; Finding one’s way again.
Click here for another poem For The Doubters, The Broken, The Happy.
Click here for Dale Fredrickson's website
We ask you today,
To comfort, challenge, and have compassion on us.
To guide, gift, and be gracious to us.
To heal, help, and bring hope to us.
We ask you to kindle a fire within us,
Setting aflame purpose,
Passion, and adventure for us.
and I think this quote is a suitable one to end the week on - from “God of New Life”, from the Poems of New Orientation section..
In the midst of these fearful Friday's
You reign a Resurrection upon us.
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