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Thursday, October 24, 2013

Second Chance--Rend Collective Experiment

Rewind to innocence.

Is that possible? Can we go back to a time with no worries and no fear, no doubts and no loneliness? A time before expectation and disappointment, before failure and falling short? Can we return to a time before we realized that the world was not safe, to a time when nothing had happened to mar our faith in humanity or in God? 

We can't time travel and we can't go back into our mother's womb to be reborn--all mothers everywhere thank God for that!

But...rewind to innocence...

Can we be, once again, like a newborn baby turning her head toward her mother's breast to nurse for the first time? With no instruction, she knows what she needs and how to get it. She is safe in her mother's arms, not the least concerned by the whirlwind all around her.

A small child just learning to walk tries and tries and tries again, determined to master this new skill. But why? No one told him he had to...it's simply something he was created to do. Is it possible to live as if we can do amazing and unimaginable things simply because we exist?

The world around us is in a constant state of renewal, regeneration, rebirth.  Why should we, as part of that creation, be any different?  Like the changing seasons, we experience at different times colorful metamorphosis, inner transformation, invigorating breakthrough and full-bloom growth.

1 Peter 5, from the Message version of the Bible, says, "Live carefree before God; he is most careful with you."

This verse conjures the very picture of innocence to me: a child dancing with abandon, basking in the smile on her Father's face. She is confident in his love and approval. She is safe and secure in his presence.

Rewind to innocence.

Is that possible? No. And yes. We can never go back to the innocence we had before, but we can experience innocence anew as we are continually made new.


Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Imagine Dragons--Demons







In the midst of a pulsing crowd, in the chaos of life, we go unnoticed by those around us.  We carry secret hurts and sorrows and afflictions. We struggle with ourselves--with our past, with our present, with our future. We relive nightmares of our own making or those imposed on us by others.

It's dark and lonely, a hell that no one else sees. We're out of control, beating ourselves black and blue to set our caged souls free. We cry out, but no one hears. This cannot be real, this mess cannot be who we really are. We want someone to look inside and tell us the truth, but no! They'd only find a beast, a monster. We'd be misunderstood, rejected and more alone than ever.

We think no one understands.

That is a lie.


3 He was despised and rejected and forsaken by men, a Man of sorrows and pains, and acquainted with grief and sickness; and like One from Whom men hide their faces He was despised, and we did not appreciate His worth or have any esteem for Him.
4 Surely He has borne our griefs (sicknesses, weaknesses, and distresses) and carried our sorrows and pains...  (Isaiah 53:3-4)
 
 
23 When He was reviled and insulted, He did not revile or offer insult in return; [when] He was abused and suffered, He made no threats [of vengeance]; but he trusted [Himself and everything] to Him Who judges fairly.
24 He personally bore our sins in His [own] body on the tree [g][as on an altar and offered Himself on it], that we might die (cease to exist) to sin and live to righteousness. By His wounds you have been healed.  (1 Peter 2:23-24)
 
 
 
 
 

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Hello My Old Heart and All of Me

Walls. We all have them. We all build them.

They may be
                    Strong, vine-covered fortresses meant to keep out flaming arrows
Or              
         Invisible force fields, repelling anyone who comes too close

They may be
                    Canvas screens painted to suit whoever is on the outside looking in
Or               
         Facades that shift and change with every scene

Walls divide, enclose, protect.

Walls are not always bad. Sometimes they may even be necessary.

But I wonder...in trying to protect ourselves, how often do we end up constructing our own prisons? How often do we, in an effort to preserve our hearts, actually stop them from beating?

We have the choice every day to keep our hearts behind closed doors or to release them into the wide open spaces. Hello My Old Heart by the Oh Hellos and All of Me by Matt Hammitt explore each of these choices.

The first describes what happens when we choose to shut our hearts away, to keep them safe, building walls of protection around them. The other explores what it means to deliberately break down those walls.  One heart is safe, dying a slow death. The other opens itself to pain, embracing life.

I hope you take the time to check out these two links!

http://theohhellos.com/track/hello-my-old-heart-2


http://www.godtube.com/watch/?v=FFF1FJNU


I also gotta mention Glass Houses by Red! Great song by a great band!

                                                                         "...build a wall, invite a burglar." Proverbs 17:19