Friday, November 30, 2007

battle moments


for a soul

for a life

for a family

for three girls

our weapon is worship

our strategy is a pillar of fire

our commander is all powerful

our armor is in place

the troops are rallied

the kneeling army in place

shoulder to shoulder we stand

and in the midst of the battle
we will find rest
at His feet

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

mystery moment

your mystery
is woven around me
like a shawl
that invites me to rest

Saturday, November 24, 2007

careful moment

if you pray for humility
be careful
humility is learned
Russian proverb

morning moment

two things bring us to God

Friday, November 23, 2007

hand moment

all of us are like the prodigal son
needing more desperately than anything else
the strong and gentle embrace of the hands of God

we must be those hands for each other
not someday
but today. …

let us be gentle with each other

let us touch each other

let us touch even those
who seem in some superficial way to be different

for we are all of us sons and daughters of God

when we invite Jesus into our heart
His response might be that
He wishes to bring all those we consider unlovely
with Him

Thursday, November 22, 2007

snow moment

ministry moment

ministry is a cup
that cannot be sipped

this cup has to be emptied
right to the very bottom

the fizz
the surface
the first sip
is one thing

but the entire cup
including the dregs
is something else entirely

I stood alongside my brother
as he drank the entire cup
right to the bottom

the cup was his to drink
standing alongside was my choice

it was drunk well


drop by drop

there was a weight to this drinking
that caused a bending over
a weeping in the spirit

deep longtime friendship was in this cup

the mantle of authority accepted
and worn well

shoulders drooped in sadness
even so
the mantle was worn well

I will never forget
this moment of drinking
the cup

the cup
offered by a pierced hand

and accepted
by one who walks
with a limp

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

parting moment

last evening there was a dinner
a surprise dinner
for a most amazing couple

this husband and wife
stepped away from their lives in England
stepped away from their home
their children
and their ministry
to serve in a foreign land

they came to Canada
for three months
which became six months
which then became ten and a half months

I met them the day of their arrival
in the snow
and the cold
and we instantly fell in love with one another

they had their first walk on a frozen lake
and discovered they loved walking on water

we slid together
on our backsides
down the long hill
that leads to the house

we have shared many laughs
some tears
lots of firsts
tons of hugs

I have learned so much
I have grown so much

my life has been deeply enriched
and my heart greatly enlarged
by this beautiful couple

and last evening
we had our final dinner together
our final hugs
our final laughs
and some tears

right now
they are airborne
flying back across the pond
to their family

to say I will miss them is a huge understatement
to say I will be forever grateful for knowing them
doesn't even scratch the surface
to say I am looking forward to seeing them again
is wonder-filled

they have been
and will continue to be
a gift
not only to me
but to everyone who meets them

au revoir Ginny and Martin
safe trip
thank you for all the kingdom seeds
you have planted in this land

see you soon

Monday, November 19, 2007

yesterday moments

my table was full again
and it was very very wonderful!

laden with food
rimmed with bodies

every dish
every cup
every glass
all filled and refilled

we gathered shortly after noon
and parted shortly before midnight .......

it was soooooooooo good

some serious talk
some tears

meeting one another
in the midst of communion

meeting God in one another
in the midst of communion

we had church

we were the church

we are the church

Thursday, November 15, 2007

coming down moment

my tree is coming down
as I type this

a humungous truck
orange hard hatted men
flashing lights

the quiet of the morning
filled with raw sounds

it is as if a friend has died
and is being taken away

for 30 years
this tree has sheltered my front window
and robins
and cardinals
and nuthatches
and chickadees
and squirrels

and within moments
it will be no more

down to the ground
roots pulled
as if it never was

too much coming down in my life
too fast




Wednesday, November 14, 2007

solitary silent moments


a place where we are freed from the victimizing compulsions of the world
a place of great struggle and great encounter

solitude does not mean privacy
but a quality of the heart that cannot be disturbed
by the needs of others
an infinite space into which anyone can be invited

silence makes solitude a reality

words should be born out of silence
and lead deeper into silence

the Word of God
born out of the eternal silence of God

the Word of God does not break the silence of God
but rather unfolds the immeasurable richness of His silence

silence teaches us to speak

much can be said
without much being spoken

remembering moments

November 13th
would have been my mom's birthday

as we gathered 'round the table
of bread and wine
with our friends last evening
it was good
very good
to speak of her
give thanks
and share her last moments
whom the Lord sets free
is free indeed

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

acceptance moment

take now thy son
Genesis 22:2

not presently

the sacrifice is worked through in will
before it is actually performed

Abraham did not choose the sacrifice

God chose the cup for Abraham
Abraham accepted
and moved forward in his acceptance

it is in the drinking of the cup
we learn to know God better

Monday, November 12, 2007

authentic moment

“I like stinky old people who have nothing.
Simple lives.
People with nothing to prove.
People who are not complicated.
They are authentic.
That is a great word: ‘authentic.’
Whatever it means."
Ethan Hubbard

Friday, November 09, 2007

bruised and smoldering moments

a bruised reed has a certain numbness
numb and hurting in their spirit
desperate in their loneliness and rejection

reeds grow on the river bank
it is a delicate task hollowing them out
to make a musical pipe

our hands
often clumsy
we easily bruise the reed in the process

when bruised
it is considered useless for making music
and is thrown away


God delights in taking these bruised reeds
and making them into fine tuned instruments
for his orchestra

the song of God among men
was a bruised reed

a wick floating in oil
gives light
if the oil runs out
the stench of the burning wick is obnoxious
and one is quick to throw it away


Jesus takes the smoking remnant of a life
and makes it into the light of the world
he will not extinguish
a burning wick

there are some who sit on the edge of life's craters
and inhale the sulphur of defeat
and sin


it is a bruised reed
that plays the strongest song of grace

it is a bruised reed that will be fitted
to minister grace to the lonely and wounded
giving them the grace
deeply received from God

those who have been wounded
make the best healers

many times the broken reed
we throw into the river as useless
is the very instrument God uses
to bring his grace to us
in the moment of our need

the fact is
God lives in my wounded brother

so many bruised reeds have experienced
their friends falling asleep
when they needed them
to just be there

it is not necessary to give answers
simply stay close
and pray

Ezekial had no answers
but he was willing to sit
with the captives
in their despair
for a week
with his mouth shut
this afternoon
with no answers
and my mouth shut
I sat
on the edge of the crater
with a bruised reed
a smoldering wick
I can only pray
there will be one
who will stay awake with me
should I be bruised
and left smoldering

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

sabbath moment

for everything there is a season
sometimes on the Sabbath
all you can do
is settle into the soft body of yourself
and listen to what it says

listen to the exhaustion
that is deeper than tiredness
the hunger
that is for more than food
the thirst
that is for more than drink
the longing for comfort
that is more than physical

on the Sabbath
body and soul reach out for time of a different sort
time that is full of space rather than activity
time to watch the burning bush in your own back yard
the movement of the wind among bare branches
the last leaf that clings to the branch
before its final letting go
letting go is hard
letting go of that which no longer works
that which no longer brings joy and meaning
that which is no longer full of life
it seems cruel
that something that used to be so beautiful
should fall to the ground
sinking into the earthy mud
along with everything else that is dying
no longer recognizable for what it used to be
it seems cruel
but it is the way of things
one generation gives its life
for the next
one season slips away
so another can come
one crop of fruit falls from the tree
so that more can be borne
one wave recedes
while another gathers strength
to crash upon the shore
it seems cruel
but it is the rhythm of things
and rhythm has its own beauty

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Friday, November 02, 2007

arise moment

most of us fall
and collapse
at the first
grip of pain
we sit down on the threshold of God's purpose
and die away of self-pity
and all so called Christian sympathy
will aid us to our death bed
but God will not
He comes
with the grip of the
pierced hand of His Son
and says
enter into fellowship with Me
arise and shine