Ecc 3: There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven.
There is a time to weep and a time to laugh.
There are rare and sacred moments when the most organic gift appears, and though it may leave as quickly as it comes, it can interrupt the darkness all around. The world may seemingly be falling apart between us, we as friends may be at war even, but the sound of laughter can be heard from one small corner as it spills out and fills in the deepest grooves of sadness within us.
We wept in silence, shed tears in conversations, and fell so far apart. Through our personal, particular, and often lonely journey the one thing that allowed us to come back into agreement, was laughter. It didn’t have to be the joke told, or the funny memory shared. What brought us back together was the sound; the harmonious chuckle that dried our sorrows, worries, and cares. Weeping brought us to our knees, and laughter picked us up.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
time to BREAK DOWN and a time to BUILD UP
Ecc. 3: There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven.
There is a time to break down and a time to build up.
"If my life is broken when given to Jesus, it is because pieces will feed a multitude, while a loaf will satisfy only a little lad.” Ruth Stull
What if we decided to be broken... imperfect... vulnerable... So that through the cracks of the busted clay pot, God's grace was able to mend and seap through? What if we allowed others to see our cracks, and as well, allowed them to see where God was able to piece us back together?
I believe that God is taking all of our lives... the glorious and the gutless, the grief and gains... and piecing them together like a collage so that when finished, something extraordinary will emerge.
As God continues to put me back together, to build me up. I stumble on pieces of myself that had been long lost and now able to be shared. If I were always whole, always perfect, always satisfied, then how could I be used? How could my pieces help and feed others in need?
There is a time to break down and a time to build up.
"If my life is broken when given to Jesus, it is because pieces will feed a multitude, while a loaf will satisfy only a little lad.” Ruth Stull
What if we decided to be broken... imperfect... vulnerable... So that through the cracks of the busted clay pot, God's grace was able to mend and seap through? What if we allowed others to see our cracks, and as well, allowed them to see where God was able to piece us back together?
I believe that God is taking all of our lives... the glorious and the gutless, the grief and gains... and piecing them together like a collage so that when finished, something extraordinary will emerge.
As God continues to put me back together, to build me up. I stumble on pieces of myself that had been long lost and now able to be shared. If I were always whole, always perfect, always satisfied, then how could I be used? How could my pieces help and feed others in need?
Sunday, October 17, 2010
time to KILL and a time to HEAL
Ecc. 3: There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven.
There is a time to kill and a time to heal.
Killing fear is not an easy task to accomplish. Killing anything in your life that holds you back, that takes you captive, that blinds you from the true reality of who you are can be daunting chores. And of course a chore cannot be achieved without taking a risk.
In my own life a risk killed fear's power, and I was, for one brief second... brave.
The voices of fear began clamoring once again, and I knew the only way to silence them was to do the very thing I wanted to avoid... believe that I needed healing.
In the process of killing, healing needs to obtain its course as well.
Realizing that we are stained with dirt and taking the risk to push through the dirt becomes the first step to seeing the beauty God created. Beauty posseses great power to heal.
The beauty was lost to be, and all the things I loved were forgotten in lieu of all the things I thought I needed to be. In order for me to kill the fear that had be packed into my life, I needed to dig deep and heal. For the risk was much easier to take, knowing nothing was holding me back.
There is a time to kill and a time to heal.
Killing fear is not an easy task to accomplish. Killing anything in your life that holds you back, that takes you captive, that blinds you from the true reality of who you are can be daunting chores. And of course a chore cannot be achieved without taking a risk.
In my own life a risk killed fear's power, and I was, for one brief second... brave.
The voices of fear began clamoring once again, and I knew the only way to silence them was to do the very thing I wanted to avoid... believe that I needed healing.
In the process of killing, healing needs to obtain its course as well.
Realizing that we are stained with dirt and taking the risk to push through the dirt becomes the first step to seeing the beauty God created. Beauty posseses great power to heal.
The beauty was lost to be, and all the things I loved were forgotten in lieu of all the things I thought I needed to be. In order for me to kill the fear that had be packed into my life, I needed to dig deep and heal. For the risk was much easier to take, knowing nothing was holding me back.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
time to PLANT and a time to UPROOT
Ecc 3: There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven.
There is a time to plant and a time to uproot.
Planting and growing may take time; of course a tree cannot grow over night. But no matter what life may bring, growth can still take its course. Even in the most deperate places, even in the most desolate deserts, even in the most foriegn soils, something beautiful can and will grow. Uprooting comes when change occurs. When planting is all but a reminiscence. When the foriegn soils become familiar and then God decides, in His timing, that the soil is looking all too proverbial for you.
Planting and uprooting are the unexpected elements in our mysterious collage. The layers of soil and roots that compact our lives.
There is a time to plant and a time to uproot.
Planting and growing may take time; of course a tree cannot grow over night. But no matter what life may bring, growth can still take its course. Even in the most deperate places, even in the most desolate deserts, even in the most foriegn soils, something beautiful can and will grow. Uprooting comes when change occurs. When planting is all but a reminiscence. When the foriegn soils become familiar and then God decides, in His timing, that the soil is looking all too proverbial for you.
Planting and uprooting are the unexpected elements in our mysterious collage. The layers of soil and roots that compact our lives.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
time to be BORN and time to DIE
Ecc 3: There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven.
There is a time to be born and a time to die.
That is the great art of life, a mysterious collage of unexpected elements that take place between the beginnings and endings. Even today, we are putting down our layers, one right after another, creating and recreating ourselves. Our God is making everything beautiful in its time. While we wait, we must breath and heal and grieve and become. We don't see the beauty immediately, but as we look back, we find the art in and through it all.
There is a time to be born and a time to die.
That is the great art of life, a mysterious collage of unexpected elements that take place between the beginnings and endings. Even today, we are putting down our layers, one right after another, creating and recreating ourselves. Our God is making everything beautiful in its time. While we wait, we must breath and heal and grieve and become. We don't see the beauty immediately, but as we look back, we find the art in and through it all.
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