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Thursday, 21 May 2009

Monday, 18 May 2009

  • Trees make me happy.

    So today I was talking with mr. gentry out on the front porch of IHOP as he was grading papers. I've noticed that many of the streets around where we live are named after trees: elmwood, poplar, cyprus, spruce, oak, etc. Mr. gentry stated that he likes trees. I asked if he ever wanted to transplant them into his room. he said no, he just likes to look at them. which! reminded me of a Scripture verse:

    "And out of the ground the Lord God made every tree grow that is pleasant to the sight and good for food." Genesis 2:9

    I love that God made the trees pleasant for our eyes. Aren't they pretty to behold? The leaves make the colored lace, the branches add the depth and symmetry, the trunk brings unity and stability, the bark provides its protective coat, and the wind can make the entire tree wave as fluid as water.

    Yesterday, while going through Ezekiel, I found this written, "I made it (the cedar in Lebanon) beautiful in the mass of its branches, and all the trees of Eden envied it, that were in the garden of God."  Ezekiel 31:9  What does it look like for even the trees of Eden to envy another tree!?

    So we talked about trees contribution to musical instruments. Side note: "[Solomon] spoke of trees, from the cedar that is in Lebanon to the hyssop that grows out of the wall." 1 Kings 4:33

    Friends, I must stop. This is merely the overflow of my thoughts and admiration for God's handiwork called trees. And Mr. Cone - should your eyes touch this sentence - I think you should write books.

Friday, 15 May 2009

  • 30 seconds

    Ever been in a situation, and you think to yourself "Oh if I could only change the last 30 seconds and not do what I just did!"

    guilty.

    I was probably 8 years old. I had this little olympic feat I would do as I walked down a certain hallway to my room. I wouldn't walk - I would rock my way in mid-air. How? On the walls of the hall, about waist high, was a chair-rail, and I would lift myself up on those and swing like an acrobat all the way down the hallway like a sea-horse.

    One unfortunate day, part of the chair-rail slipped as I was making my moves down the hall. Down I went, and before I knew it, my slender straight little arm snapped into the shape of a Z.

    I screamed.

    It wasn't the pain of the fall or the break, it was the shock of seeing my arm in such a horrendous Z figure. I had no idea bones could do that, and I wished, so badly wished, that I had never picked up the art of swinging like an acrobat down my hallway. At least, not for those last 30 seconds!

    But sometimes situations are forced upon us, against our will, 30 seconds or no 30 seconds. I think of Richard Wurmbrand. As the Communists rounded up the pastors and encouraged them to deny the full gospel of Jesus Christ, his wife Sabina leaned over to him and whispered:

    "Richard, you need to go up there and wipe the spit off of Christ's face."
    "You know you'll lose your husband if I do that."
    "I didn't marry a coward."

    Faithful witnesses don't get the privilege of choosing their platform. It is thrust upon them. But I guarantee you, come hell or highwater, that witness for Christ will never wish to reverse those glorious 30 seconds fulfilling the vow: "I do love Jesus Christ.

Wednesday, 13 May 2009

  • A Revival of Chevalerie

    Have you ever read the history of Wessex circa 300 - 1000 AD?

    Of Saint Germanus and his "Hallelujah victory" over the Picts and Saxons? What of Caedmon, Bede or Patrick?

    Today I have have been reminded that I must not forget the cradle of my native tongue - England. Nor must I forget the people who spoke it and their history. And what struck me most this afternoon was the poetry of those long forgotten years. Genesis A and Genesis B, along with Judith and Battle of Maldon, even Chaucer's Gawain and the Green Knight.

    The concept of true and honorable Christian men fighting for Christ, for their families, their land, and for Alfred their king ... it is not a fairy tale. Why should it be odd that a Knight in those days should worship Christ and fight for only a worthy and righteous cause?

    I am not in favor of the Crusades or their motives, but I am certainly in favor of a man who worships his God, Jesus Christ, and begs to be sent on a holy mission, empowered by the grace of His name. I need no well fashioned sword or well-bred horse. I am in need of God's precious name to be signed on my heart, that my tongue might sing His praise. I would that all young men and all fair ladies seek Christ, the only God-King, that they too might be sent on holy missions of extravagant love.

    Who told us the Dark Ages were dark? I might suggest that the days before Christ's return will be much darker than any day before us. If there ever were a King Arthur and his round table knights, I promise you, they would beg to live in the last generation, merely to see Christ descend from the sky with a great shout. I promise you, they would spend all their tears just to see Him - Faithful and True - ride His white horse, coming with ten thousands of His saints, executing judgment on all.

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