Memorial stones

The life of faith as a life of remembrance

It is fascinating to study the commands of the Lord related to remembrance. Over and over again, God commands Israel to remember His good deeds. Why does God command people of faith to remember His past deliverances? It is somewhat mysterious, but we know enough to say that there is something in the nature of human/divine relation which makes it necessary to remember, thank and praise. The psalmists link destruction and sin with a refusal to remember. And likewise, Scripture locates blessings of spiritual health in remembrance.

Today, Memorial Day, my mind went to the great memorial stones set up by Joshua, as the People crossed into the Promised Land. The LORD commanded Joshua to set up an altar of remembrance, and Joshua did just as God said:

Then Joshua called the twelve men whom he had appointed from the children of Israel, one man from every tribe; and Joshua said to them: "Cross over before the ark of the LORD your God into the midst of the Jordan, and each one of you take up a stone on his shoulder, according to the number of the tribes of the children of Israel, "that this may be a sign among you when your children ask in time to come, saying, 'What do these stones mean to you?' "Then you shall answer them that the waters of the Jordan were cut off before the ark of the covenant of the LORD; when it crossed over the Jordan, the waters of the Jordan were cut off. And these stones shall be for a memorial to the children of Israel forever" [Joshua 4:4-7 ].

God is building thanksgiving, remembrance into the life of Israel. One could say that God is teaching Israel a life based on worship. And, in study of Israel's history, it is so clear! When they remembered God, in thanks and worship, praise for His good deeds, they were spiritually and nationally strong. But when they forgot God, they weakened and went into spiritual captivity.

God so built this healthy remembrance into the life of Israel, that they could not participate as faithful believers without remembering. On Passover night, the greatest feast of faith, the entire ritual involved thanksgiving. It confessed great expectation based on past deliverance. The feast was kept with unleavened bread, special benedictions, questioning [usually the son would question the father] and Haggadah response of the father:

Questioning: Why is this night different from all other nights?

• For on all other nights we eat leavened or unleavened bread; tonight we eat only unleavened bread.
• For on every other night we eat all kinds of green vegetables; tonight, only bitter greens.
• For on every other night we eat meat cooked, roasted, or stewed; tonight, only roasted.
• For on every other night we dip once; tonight we dip twice.

Haggadah answer [cf. Deut. 26:5-8]: A wandering Aramean was my father, and he went down to Egypt and sojourned there, a stranger and few in number; but there God blessed him to become a great, mighty and populous nation. ‘Yet the Egyptians treated us harshly and afflicted us, and imposed hard labor on us. ‘Then we cried to the LORD, the God of our fathers, and the LORD heard our voice and saw our affliction and our toil and our oppressions and the LORD brought us out of Egypt with a mighty hand and an outstretched arm and with great terror and with signs and wonders…this…this is the night to be remembered!'

Then the first part of the Hallel [Praise] Psalms were sung, followed by the sure third ‘cup of blessing,’ and then a fourth cup with the second part Hallel Psalms, and a blessing over the song.

Wow! What remembrance of faith, to inner health! Now, add to this context the act of Christ taking this feast to himself, as the revelation of the Lamb, the Deliverer, the Messiah...in that 'Last Supper' which would be the last and first of all faith suppers...and we begin to understand just how spiritually powerful remembrance is.

Remembrance locates us in the present presence of God.

Remembrance creates in us the ground for future blessing.

Let's take up the memorial stones, and build an altar for the descended presence of God!

Amen.

Movies worth watching again

I come in from a long day and find that I’ve been tagged by the intrepid Patrick in an online movie meme tag game. Well, thanks Patrick, pard’ner! I owe you one now, lol. But, in the spirit of the game, here are some of my favorite movies:

The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King [2004]
The whole Lord of the Rings trilogy has its moments, good and bad, in my mind. But the Return of the King wraps up the series with a proper bang: great effects and decent portrayal of Tolkien’s sense and story. Which is to say: worth watching!

Where the Red Fern Grows [1974]
If you are a dog lover, as I am, this one will get to your heart strings every time. The original movie tells an Oklahoma story about a boy's love of two dogs, and the power of the love these dogs returned to him. This is one of my all-time favorite movies…I think because I understand the emotions and storyline, having lived in a rural setting with a true dog -- and all the life-extras that brings. However, I am far more careful about showing to friends, now. I invited a bunch of grad students over for a party, showed this movie, and ended up being laughed at for being too sentimental! But if you love dogs, you’ll know what I mean. This one will touch you.

The Princess Bride [1987]
Aesop’s Fables in new wrapping: An age old morality play done in several levels of irony, with humor that is campy, but irresistible, lol! I mean, it has the foppish, evil prince, the beautiful [soon to be] princess, the forgotten lover, the skilled swordsman, the genius mutant, and a lovable giant! And...drum roll, a lisping Anglican priest, lol! What more could a person ask? It’s also Andre the Giant’s swan song on life, his last work of art before passing on. This one’s worth watching once a year or so, just for the laughter and elemental morality. And also as a eulogy for a human [Andre] that never really seemed to fit in on this earth…

Phenomenon [1996]
John Travolta plays a real, ‘everyman’ who sees a light in the sky, and it changes his life. His brain goes to a higher level, and people start treating him differently. It is a fascinating study on human nature: how humans treat someone who doesn’t fit their preconceived notions. Also on how one person makes a difference in the world, by the people he touches. And, finally, how loyal love can win a cold, wounded heart! Travolta pulls off a tough role with believability. Great stuff.

Fire Down Below [1997]
Sometimes the context makes the movie, and in this case, it made Fire Down Below part of my collection. In 2003 my Dad was nearing death’s door [fighting post-polio syndrome], and I took a two-week vacation to be with him. We spent a wonderful couple weeks together, they released him from the hospital, and he came home, where he felt alive and ‘normal.’ So I rented a movie to watch…which happened to be Fire Down Below. It is set in the hills of Kentucky, with all scenes filmed there, I believe. It’s classic good guy vs. bad guys with a rural Kentucky twist [Segal vs. the world, with a love interest, of course]. And, Dad loved it [except for some language -- he always objected to bad language]. But it was a neat time together. He teased Mom [since she’s from Kentucky] and we all laughed at some of the ironic humor, and each other...soaking up the Kentucky setting and music…just one of those moments that I’ll never forget. Seeing the movie brings back some of those feelings for me.

Those are the ones I can think of right now. At this point in my life I don't get a lot of movie time, but these are the ones I liked well enough to purchase the DVD, and show to others.

Now, whom shall I tag? lol, don't hate me, people! Allen, Joe, George [get that blog going, George!], Ladell, and Christopher [Christopher, I know you're busy celebrating the royal accession of your man, but if you read this, you're tagged! :-)].

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Thy way, not mine, O Lord

HYMN: THY WAY, NOT MINE, O LORD

Words: Horatius Bonar, 1857
Tune: Kingsland

Thy way, not mine, O Lord,
however dark it be;
lead me by Thine own hand,
choose out the path for me.

Smooth let it be or rough,
it will be still the best;
winding or straight, it leads
right onward to Thy rest.

I dare not choose my lot;
I would not, if I might;
choose Thou for me, my God,
so I shall walk aright.

The kingdom that I seek
is Thine; so let the way
that leads to it be Thine,
else I must surely stray.

Take thou my cup, and it
with joy or sorrow fill,
as best to Thee may seem;
choose Thou my good and ill.

Choose Thou for me my friends,
my sickness or my health;
choose Thou my cares for me
my poverty or wealth.

Not mine, not mine the choice
in things or great or small;
be Thou my Guide, my Strength
my wisdom and my all.

Alleluia!

Amen.

Help for Israel's children

Help Israel's Hurting Children

Terrorism is causing economic devastation for Israel's most vulnerable citizens: her children.

• One in every two children in Jerusalem now lives below the poverty line.
• One in five goes to bed without having had one hot meal.

The International Fellowship of Christians and Jews reports that, far too often, needy families have gone to food warehouses and soup kitchens and found them empty. So they've launched the Guardians of Israel program to alleviate the suffering of the poor Israeli children.

Follow the links and help as you can. 24 dollars feeds one child for a month -- pretty good investment!

The danger of waiting on God

Danger and Delight in Waiting

Yesterday evening around 7:00 I made my way to the chapel, striding purposefully across the lawn, unaware that I was being watched. The sun felt warm on my back, the wind invigorating…my thoughts in the clouds.

Suddenly a voice called, “Hey!” “Hey, you got a minute?” I turned to see a man walking across the lawn. I met him halfway and shook his hand. “You got a minute?” he said. “Sure,” I replied. He made some small talk about the day, the sun and beauty of birds, and then said, “I know this sounds weird, but I wanted to talk to someone about faith.” “I’m thinking of leaving Christianity, but I promised that I’d talk to someone today -- before turning away.” “Will you talk to me?” he asked.

I nodded, trying to be sensitive.

“But you kind of looked like you were going somewhere,” he said. “You sure you have time to talk?” “I was on my way to the chapel,” I said. “Why don’t you come in with me and sit awhile?” “God and I aren’t so much on speaking terms,” he replied. “But I’ll come in and talk to you.” And so he did.

We sat in the quiet lamplight of the chapel and he told me his story.

It was a story of pain and heartache…a human story.

And finally, he talked about the straw that broke the camel’s back. He really wanted God to intervene on a specific issue, and he promised the Lord he would pray for 30 days straight. So he prayed…and prayed. 30 days came and went, and he received no answer. And now he sat, holding the shards of a broken faith…a broken man.

“I’ve concluded that God just doesn’t care all that much about personal issues,” he said. “How could God care about me at all, and allow me to go through such things…and then not answer me when I prayed honestly?”

“Is there some reason why I should believe?” he asked. “Or am I just one of the damned?”

His questions came like a flood, and I tried to answer as best I could.

We talked late into the night, and then prayed together.

I took his email, and then he was gone. But he smiled before he left…one of God’s hurting children, struggling to find his way in a world gone wrong.

And today I’ve considered his story. It is fascinating, because though the details are unique, the basic storyline is so human: life, dreams, silence, and waiting on God.

It is dangerous to wait on God! Waiting on God carries all kinds of traps for humans. In waiting, we are tempted…so prone to other voices, so willing to settle for God’s ‘second best’ [or third, fourth, or fifth…etc.] just so long as we can touch, taste and feel an answer! In waiting we are vulnerable to the serpent voice that says, “Did God really say?” “Really now, aren’t the apples good?”

And so it goes -- an age-old story: the danger of waiting on God.

But there is another side to this waiting: the divine side, its delight and blessing.

There are very few things that God is said to delight in, but one thing in which God delights is when His children wait on Him, in faith.

The psalmist says something to the effect that God does not delight in the strength of His creation, but He does delight in ‘those who await His gracious favor.’ Likewise, the prophet Isaiah says that those who wait upon the Lord will ‘renew their strength, and soar on eagle’s wings!’

As I consider this concept of divine waiting, I see three things:

• The temporal aspect: regretfully, waiting takes time! But is over time that the miracle intended by waiting works its transformation in us.
• The expectant aspect: biblical waiting connotes waiting with faith, in hope. In other words, the waiting of a child with complete trust in her father, that good will come!
• The binding aspect: one form of the biblical 'wait' actually means to ‘collect,’ or ‘bind together’ by twisting. It is in waiting that God binds us to Himself, a strong cord of love that cannot be broken!

And here is the great key: God delights in those who wait in hope for Him, for in this waiting, He is binding that soul to Himself. In waiting, the delights of God become our delights, and so He grants the desires of our hearts.

Such soaring! Such eagle strength! Such incredible life!

In waiting, we soar into the divine life, the very life of God. In waiting, we lose the childish, spoiled things of self, and find the highest value of God.

In waiting we find our true self.

Time, hope and binding: these are the waiting delights of God, delights which bring us to ourselves, in Him.

Alleluia!

Amen.

God is not boring!

I recently remarked to a friend that following God is never boring. And she agreed: kingdom life is a wild and wonderful dance, challenging, yes! -- utterly challenging sometimes -- but never boring!

However, many people live between inner anxiety and boredom, anxiety and boredom… and attendant escapism. Most people spend their lives running from their true self, not knowing why.

Humans are instinctively afraid of God breaking into their lives. For when God breaks in, we see not only God, but our true self… and that is disturbing. In seeing true self, we are not happy serving serve false self. And, in such acceptance of God, we lose false control. And we are most comfortable with control!

So we flee the divine encounter. But we then live in unstated boredom, disconnected from vital life… and unconsciously anxious over the lack.

Of course we can’t admit boredom or anxiety!

But it can be seen in any number of ways that humans manage inner pain…calculated risk, adrenaline rush, masking behavior, numbing chemicals and endless activity.

Not far from my PA home is a bridge in WV, the [second] highest bridge in the US. It is an imposing sight, tucked between two mountain ranges, spanning vast height. People have died bungee/chute jumping from this bridge, but others are still compelled to make the jump. One girl from near my hometown usually made the pilgrimage to this bridge, to jump once a year. An intelligent girl, very beautiful… but driven to risk the jump: “Why?” I asked myself. I looked over the edge of that bridge and asked, “Why?” As I’ve grown in understanding, I think I see the answer.

It’s a human issue.

Without this dance of abundant life, without embracing God and our true self, we live our lives between boredom and anxiety. We have to risk our lives [moderately, of course!] to prove that we are alive. But after the jump, after the ride, after the scare, after the thrill, after the entertainment, when the money is spent and the adrenaline wears off, anxiety is still rooted deep within, and boredom creeps around the soul. The false self still lurks.

I’ve seen this even in religious ways, where Christians use such things as the Bible to hold God at arms length. Other good people use family, church, tradition and service of God to manage God: they can’t be ‘happy’ hearing of true self, and present reality, so they close off those voices any way they can – even if it takes ‘buying off’ God and conscience in good activity.

Brian Stoffregan tells a Jewish tale of stale life – how even learning, education and erudition can be used to ‘manage’ God.

A Jewish Story: Stale Ancestors -- Stale Learning

Usually the orthodox rabbis of Europe boasted distinguished rabbinical genealogies, but Rabbi Yechiel of Ostrowce was an exception. He was the son of a simple baker and he inherited some of the forthright qualities of a man of the people.

Once, when a number of rabbis had gathered at some festivity, each began to boast of his eminent rabbinical ancestors. When Rabbi Yechiel's turn came, he replied gravely, "In my family, I'm the first eminent ancestor."

His colleagues were shocked by this piece of impudence, but said nothing. Immediately after, the rabbis began to expound Torah. Each one was asked to hold forth on a text culled from the sayings of one of his distinguished rabbinical ancestors.

One after another the rabbis delivered their learned dissertations. At last it came time for Rabbi Yechiel to say something. He arose and said, "My masters, my father was a baker. He taught me that only fresh bread was appetizing and that I must avoid the stale. This can also apply to learning."

And with that Rabbi Yechiel sat down.

Thank you, Rabbi Yechiel!

To be true, we must flee the stale, the managed, the contrived: the false thrill of false self.

For God is not boring.

He is alive. He is here. He is making demands of our true self.

And we must respond.

C. S. Lewis makes the strong point that we are all about God if we can manage Him. But when it comes to the place where God manages us, finds us, reveals Himself and our true self, we turn away.

It is always shocking to meet life where we thought we were alone. "Look out!" we cry, "It’s alive." And therefore this is the very point at which so many draw back – I would have done so myself if I could – and proceed no further with Christianity. An "impersonal God" -- well and good. A subjective God of beauty, truth and goodness, inside our own heads -- better still. A formless, life-force surging through us, a vast power which we can tap -- best of all. But God Himself, alive, pulling at the other end of the cord, perhaps approaching at an infinite speed, the hunter, king, husband -- that is quite another matter. There comes a moment when the children who have been playing at burglars hush suddenly: was there a real footstep in the hall? There comes a moment when people who have been dabbling in religion…suddenly draw back. Supposing we really found Him? We never meant it to come to that! Worse still, supposing He had found us? [2]

Supposing He has found us?

All we can do is turn to face our divine Adversary, and find in the facing that He is not against our true self at all, but speaking death to our false self.

In facing Him we find ourselves, and gradually lose the urges of false control and false life.

In facing Him we risk all -- all we can conceive or imagine -- and yet find real thrill in return: distilled droplets of the Eternal that last forever.

For God is not boring!

God is Life!

Alleluia!

Amen.

Eagle over New River
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[1] A Jewish Story: Stale Ancestors -- Stale Learning [from A Treasury of Jewish Folklore: Stories, Traditions, Legends, Humor, Wisdom and Folk Songs of the Jewish People, Edited by Nathan Ausubel, p 51.]

[2] C. S. Lewis, Miracles, Chapter 11.

From lovers' leap to eternal Love

God + one = miracle.

James Rutz tells the story of a 90-year-old Chinese lady who wondered what she could do for the Lord. She had several strikes against her: her gender, her age, and her country…to name a few. Following Christ isn’t exactly smiled upon by the Chinese State! And who would listen to her anyway – “just a woman,” an aged woman?

Well, she prayed to win people for Christ. And the Lord gave her an idea. Near her home was a notorious ‘Lovers’ Leap,’ where people in despair of love and life would go to commit suicide.
God brought this place to her mind. So, following His lead, she went to this cliff and put up a simple sign saying, “Before you commit suicide, come and see me at ___________” [her address].

People started coming. And she shared Jesus! From this lady they heard eternal truth, something of which human love was only an echo and sign: The Love of Christ. And she led around 5,000 people to Christ.

It doesn’t take much. Just God and one person who will listen and follow, regardless of the strikes against her.

What can I do? I'm only one... I'm only a man... I'm only a woman... I'm only a youth...

You are enough for a miracle, in Christ, in obedience!

God + one obedient child = kingdom life, miracles.

Prayer: Lord Jesus, help me to listen honestly, to hear You clearly and follow obediently. Touch me and cleanse me, spirit, soul and body. Open my eyes and clear my ears, so that I can receive what You are saying, and live boldly into Your kingdom, for Your great glory and the salvation of Your dear, lost children, Amen.

The unveiling of the invisible

Note: The following is an edited excerpt from G. Granger Fleming, The Dynamic of All Prayer: An Essay in Analysis (New York: Hodder & Stoughton, 1914), 87-99.

Prayer: The Unveiling of the Invisible

By Prayer, as we have seen, the visible is taken into the region of the invisible, the soul of the material is discovered. By Prayer also the invisible is disclosed, that which seemed not to exist is found to be the great reality.

Faith is an ill-treated thing in some quarters. Even devout souls frequently regard it as being a creature of the emotions. Not “faith,” they say, but “reality,” is what we must have. We must not simply believe a certain thing, we must know it, and it must be capable of demonstration. Faith, however, is not an operation of the mind whereby things are created. True faith is an apprehension of that which really exists, but which cannot be seen except by those who have this inner sense. “Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” To the eye of faith, the inner things are as evident as are the material to the physical eyesight.

The true status of the Christian is seeing the Lord Jesus, living in the region of the invisible. “We see not all things put under man… We see Jesus."

It is not that the invisible has to be created. It is there already: What has to be created is the power to see. Here the same principle applies to other physical powers and visible entities. Prayer not only transmutes the physical, it also deals with the perceptive power. The physical or psychological sense of perception is also brought into the region of the spiritual.

Formerly we dwelt on the objective action of Prayer on material things. Thus when we pray about some one, or some thing, or some idea, we at once bring that within the influence of the inner and spiritual life, and subject it to God's power working there. But more is done, for in bringing the material there, our own thoughts and minds are brought there also, and thus the influence becomes subjective. The miracle is wrought on all planes.

The mind, being thus brought into this sphere, has the power of beholding, studying, and apprehending the powers of the inner world. In this way the invisible becomes real, because the mind and heart have acquired the faculty of apprehension.

This flows from the new birth, the being born from above, the being born of the Spirit, the receiving of the life of Christ into ourselves: Spiritual vision implies spiritual life. Our spiritual vision is according to our spiritual life.

Many a Christian is unable to see clearly. The things of the Spirit are hazy to him or her. But as the inner person is strengthened, s/he begins to live in the region of the invisible, until it is more real than the passing things of the material world.

The more life, the more vision. To get the greater vision we must get a fuller life. Not by hard study and puzzling of the brain, but by becoming more and more one in Spirit with the Master, does true Knowledge come. Thus it is that God has “hidden the deep things from the wise and prudent, and revealed them unto babes."

Life gives the power to see. Life gives the power pray: To see the invisible is to live in the Spirit world, and to learn the Spirit ways, and to wield the Spirit forces. This is where we are to come -- into the invisible, real world. We transcend the visible and are at rest in our true home, the land of the Spirit. True Prayer brings us there. It is the door into Heaven.

And it changes us. It brings us into the region of the heavenly, as a present reality.

Affinity for the spiritual grows in prayer. Prayer creates a new world for us by creating in us correspondence with that new world. What the Christian heart sighs for in its thoughts of heaven, the vision, the joy, the power to see and to serve -- to all these Prayer gives the key. Even now, we can enter heaven in prayer, children of the King.

Prayer: Lord, give us the vision, give us the entrance into Thy presence that we may see Thy face and serve Thee now and evermore. In Your name we pray, and for Your glory, Amen.

Signs, hope and faith

Momentous life: faithful choices

"Have you ever noticed," said Dimble," that the universe, and every little bit of the universe, is always hardening and narrowing and coming to a point? ... If you dip into any college, or school, or parish, or family - anything you like - at a given point in its history, you always find that there was a time before that point when there was more elbow room and contrasts weren't quite so sharp; and that there's going to be a time after that point when there is even less room for indecision and choices are even more momentous. Good is always getting better and bad is always getting worse: the possibilities of even apparent neutrality are always diminishing."

C. S. Lewis, That Hideous Strength

Signs and calling

Aslan to Jill, at her calling: “Remember, remember, remember the Signs. Say them to yourself when you wake in the morning and when you lie down at night. And whatever strange things may happen to you, let nothing turn your mind from following the Signs…

“Take great care [the worldly air] does not confuse your mind. And the Signs which you have learned here will not look at all as you expect them to look, when you meet them there. This is why it is so important to know them by heart and pay no attention to appearances. Remember the Signs and believe the Signs. Nothing else matters.”

C. S. Lewis, The Silver Chair

Hope in a hopeless cry

Lucy leant her head on the edge of the fighting-top and whispered, "Aslan, Aslan, if ever you loved us at all, send us help now." The darkness did not grow any less, but she began to feel a little - a very little - better...

An albatross...circled three times round the mast and then perched for an instant on the crest of the gilded dragon at the prow... But no one except Lucy knew that as it circled the mast it had whispered to her, "Courage, dear heart," and the voice, she felt sure, was Aslan's.

C. S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

Faith when the false world claims it is the true one

Puddleglum to the Witch-Queen of Underland: “One word. All you've been saying is quite right, I shouldn't wonder. I'm a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won't deny any of what you said. But there's one thing more to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things -- trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that's a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We're just babies making up a game, if you're right. But four babies playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That's why I'm going to stand by the play world. I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia.”

C. S. Lewis, The Silver Chair

Faith, child! Hope, faith and love...remember the signs!

Alleluia!

Amen.

Divine audacity: claiming the call

The path to the impossible

What is the path to finding the impossible?
The path to what the world calls impossible is a path not of this world.
If one lives according to the wisdom of the world, one will not claim the impossible. One must be willing to live by Divine wisdom, and that is foolishness to the world.

The path to the impossible is a path foolish in the eyes of the world.

A call is impossible.

A call will not be thought wise by the wisdom of the world.

“Beware when all people speak well of you,” said our Lord.
“The wisdom of God is foolishness to the world, yet the foolishness of God is wiser than the wisdom of the world.”

What is the path to finding the impossible?

The path to the impossible is a path where humans dare to claim Divine rights, rights won by Christ, union with Christ. The path to the impossible is a path where humans dare to live out the call.

The path to the impossible is at first an impossible path, but in Christ it becomes a path of miracles -- the possibility of God through union with God’s will. The path to the impossible is a path of calling, which in itself is not possible. It is the path where, in Divine audacity, humans speak impossible words into the air, and by the Divine Word, find them real: wounding, yet healing, destroying, yet binding up…into eternal glory.

Never are humans more audacious than when they dare the call: they claim the promises of God in the courts of prayer, and find what they speak is impossible in human terms. Yet it is that which they claim, and find, and live…holy love!

What is the path to finding the impossible?

The path to the impossible is a path of Divine love. Divine love calls out our name into the night, and we find that call impossible, yet somehow we respond…and are changed into the impossible. We hear such voice and find our lives resonating with music from another world…ordered dance: holy union with God and true union with one another.

But in this dance people begin to look at us and say we speak impossible things.

May it be so! For only thus will we lead on the path to the impossible!

It is beyond audacity, but to such we have been called: let us claim our right in the courts of God, and live Divine impossibility, boldly, wisely, honestly – never minding past failures or present fears.

For this is our true self in Christ: finding Life on the impossible path!

Alleluia!

Amen.