Monday, April 26, 2010

hans urs von balthasar:

"i say to you, blessed is he who
exposes himself to an existence never
brought under mastery.

who does not transcend, but rather
abandons himself to God's ever-transcending
grace. blessed are not the enlightened whose
every question has been answered and are de-
lighted with their own sublime insight.

blessed, rather, are the harassed who must
daily stand before enigmas and cannot
solve them. woe to the rich. although nothing
is impossible with God, it is difficult for the
Spirit to move their fat hearts.

the poor are willing and easy to direct.
they do not take their eyes off their
Master's hand to see if He may throw
them a morsel from His plate. so careful
do the poor follow His promptings.

God's grace is unpretentious, but
the poor are satisfied with little gifts."

i've been spending
much time among the poor
since will died. i love this
quote from someone i don't know:

we have walked together
in the shadow of a

it's been hard,
and i can tell you
only a few have stood by
my children and me.

those who have helped us
have taught me things i never
could have learned any other way.
i kiss every check. and my children
have learned to love giving because
we know the thrill of receiving.

wave your flags.
paint the sky red.
dance in the street.
grab a hand and squeeze it.
smile in every face God 's beautifully

Jesus makes a way.
did you hear me?
give, and you will receive.
God promises.

if you are afraid today.
cannot see any way through.
keep your eyes on the Master's hand.
and sing! yes, SING!''

music is bursting through every
fresh, new flower. listen. and
join the choir. and feel the warmth
of my hand in yours. you have written
love all over the walls of my life. oh,
how i love you all!

" Ask and it will be given to you;
seek and you will find;
knock and door will be opened to you.
For everyone who asks receives;
he who seeks finds;
and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.
Which of you, if his son asks for bread,
will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish
will give him a snake? If you, then, though you are evil,
know how to give good gifts to your children,
how much more will your Father in heaven
give good gifts to those who ask Him!
So in everything, do to others
what you would have them do to you,
for this sums up the Law and the Prophets."

~Matthew 7:7-12 (NIV)

"Come, all you who are thirsty,
come to the waters;
and you who have no money,
come, buy and eat!
Come, buy wine and milk
without money and without cost.
Why spend money on what is not bread,
and your labor on what does not satisfy?
Listen, listen to me, and eat what is good,
and your would will delight in the richest of fare."

~Isaiah 55:1-2 (NIV)

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

i noticed the
mailman was by
the mail boxes.

are you almost done?

give me two minutes.

you have to be very smart
to be a civil servant. did you know

i hate this job.
do you know that 40% of all
these homes are receiving
unemployment checks? 40!!
i wish i was on the other side
of the world, playing golf.

that's why i believe in Jesus.
i hang on to Him in these
dark times. He's my only

no words in response
to what i said. just more
genuine grieving for the
suffering. tinged with rage.

here we are.
God's children.
suffering. striving. and
He is working to remind us
that without troubles, we would
forget the desperate need for Him.
His grace. His Presence.

a thread wrapped around our
hearts. pulling us toward
Himself. our dependance on Him.
strong arms long enough
and wide enough to hold
us all.

a ribbon of love
tied around our wrists.
drawing us in. the warmth
of God's broad shoulders and
steady beating of His heart that
stretches around the wide, blue

this next week,
my sister starts her "kamikaze"
chemo and stem cell procedure.
terrified. i, her partner. almost as
fearful as she.

my daughter-in-law
who miscarried her first
baby, and is put on bed rest
with this second one. weak
heart beat.

your wounds?
terrors? battles?

march on, soldiers.
march on. shout the
victory call. join with
each other. a united
choir. bind the forces
of the enemy in Jesus'
Name. stare into the dark
abyss of chaos and despair.
fighting. fearless. daring.

i can hear the music.
the clap of thunderous joy.
higher ground.
out of the mist. the chill.
my hand in yours. yours in
mine. pass the cup of love.
victory reigns. stand steady.
alleluhia. allelluhia.

"Who shall separate us from
the love of Christ?
Shall trouble or hardship
or persecution or famine
or nakedness or danger or sword?
As it is written:
'For your sake we face death
all day long; we are considered
sheep to be slaughtered.'
No, in all these things
we are more than conquerors
through Him who loved us.
For I am convinced that
neither death nor life,
neither angels nor demons,
neither the present nor the future,
nor any powers,
neither height nor depth,
nor anything else in all creation,
will be able to separate us
from the love of God
that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."
~ Romans 8:35-39

Saturday, April 3, 2010

i have been to
two funerals in
three weeks.

all young men.

one mother,
gently putting her
fingers on her son's head,
humbly saying...

Your will be done.

.and their "babies".

watch the butterflies.
paint stars on your children's
foreheads. laugh loud. trace
the shimmering breeze
as it blows through
your hair.


there are sorrows
that will shake our joy
and spew pain into the
dust. grinding it into the
mud of ugly hopelessness.

look at the beauty
of the small, giggling
child. tickle. hug often.
jump rope and feel the world's
music in all the trees.

oh, this glorious God.
He plants rich soil with
giant flowers pushing through
the sod.

He promises joy
to come
in the seemingling hopelessness
of searing pain and loss.

when we believe we'll never
laugh again, God promises
we will. the sun ALWAYS
rises again.

life is a journey.
on the screen.
periods of loss and
joy and hurt and celebration.

life is NOT a constant
dance routine. it is hard-nosed,
and the vigilance of the enemy
can make us feel like a
desert. scorned. perishing.

long ago,
on a dark, cold night,
a Baby was born. different
from all others. grew to be a
man. and LOVE was His alliance.

scorned way beyond our what we
will ever endure or grasp. what a
Man. a glorious life doing the work
of His Father.

out of hate,
a cross was hewn.
and Jesus nailed to it.
stripped. whipped. until he

this was all about our Lord.
broken for us. bruised. and three
days later, He arose, and EVERYTHING
was done to redeem us of our fragility and pain.


do you know how sweet
freedom is? we're all
broken. all sinners.
pass the Cup. drink.
let holiness be our song.