Saturday, December 12, 2009

Always and Ever…God’s Greatest Gift


“A Stable Lamp is Lighted”
by Richard Wilbur




A stable lamp is lighted
Whose glow shall wake the sky
The stars shall bend their voicesAnd every stone shall cry
And every stone shall cry
And straw like gold will shine
A barn shall harbour heaven
A stall become a shrine


This child through David’s city
Will ride in triumph by
The palm shall strew its branches
And every stone shall cry
And every stone shall cry
Though heavy, dull and dumb
And lie within the roadway
To pave the Kingdom come



Yet He shall be forsaken
And yielded up to die
The sky shall groan and darken
And every stone shall cry
And every stone shall cry
For thorny hearts of men
God’s blood upon the spearhead
God’s love refused again


But now as at the ending
The low is lifted high
The stars will bend their voices
And every stone shall cry
And every stone shall cry
In praises of the child
By whose descent among us
The worlds are reconciled


Thursday, December 10, 2009

Go Sing it on the Mountain…


The signs are there…Christmas is approaching. The neighbors are racing each other to see who decorates the house first…hope they are as anxious to share the real meaning as well as the pretty-ness. The black Friday sales are still going strong and with this economy probably will until the day of. I just pray that the real gift isn’t lost amidst all the glitter and gilt. So pretty, yet often so empty and meaningless.

I love all the glitter and gold, all the beautiful lights and decorations, but there seems to be something missing in so many displays. I love Santa and Rudolph and Frosty as much now as when I was a child. Yet now I want to see the real thing as much as the fairy tales. I want to see the reason for the season…I want to see Jesus honored on His day. I want to see the holy-ness that brings the real happy-ness.I long to know that people understand that there is no Christmas without Jesus Christ.

No, I’m not a Scrooge, just want it to be the real thing. Not just a holiday, but a Holyday…’cause guess what!…that’s what it is. Have a blessed and Merry Christmas…with a CAPITAL “C”! …and a very Happy Birthday Jesus!



(They call themselves the Go Fish Guys (as in fishers of men). They love Jesus and they love kids. Here they are doing Christmas with a Capital C…as it should be!

Saturday, November 28, 2009

A Dialogue on God and Faith



I’ve had this beauty in my files for a while, just getting around to posting it now.
I should caution you, it is quite long, but well worth the read:


'Let me explain the problem science has with religion' The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.

'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?'

'Yes sir,' the student says.

'So you believe in God?'

'Absolutely.'

'Is God good?'

'Sure! God's good.'

'Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?'

'Yes.'

'Are you good or evil?'

'The Bible says I'm evil.'

The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! The Bible!'

He considers for a moment, 'Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?'

'Yes sir, I would.'

'So you're good!'

'I wouldn't say that.'

'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't.'

The student does not answer, so the professor continues.

'He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?'

The student remains silent.

'No, you can't, can you?' the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.

'Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?'

'Er...yes,' the student says.

'Is Satan good?'

The student doesn't hesitate on this one, 'No.'

'Then where does Satan come from?'

The student falters, 'From God.'

'That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?'

'Yes, sir...'

'Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?'

'Yes.'

'So who created evil?' The professor continued, 'If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.'

Again, the student has no answer.

'Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?'

The student squirms on his feet. 'Yes.'

'So who created them?'

The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question, 'Who created them?'

There is still no answer... Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized.

'Tell me,' he continues onto another student. 'Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?'

The student's voice betrays him and cracks. 'Yes, professor, I do.'

The old man stops pacing, 'Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?'

'No sir. I've never seen Him.'

'Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?'

'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.'

'Yet you still believe in him?'

'Yes.'

'According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?'

'Nothing,' the student replies. 'I only have my faith.'

'Yes, faith,' the professor repeats. 'And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.'

The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of His own. 'Professor, is there such thing as heat?'

'Yes,' the professor replies. 'There's heat.'

'And is there such a thing as cold?'

'Yes, son, there's cold too.'

'No sir, there isn't..'

The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet.

The student begins to explain...

'You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees.'

'Everybody or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.'

Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.

'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?'

'Yes,' the professor replies without hesitation. 'What is night if it isn't darkness?'

'You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and its called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?'

The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. 'So what point are you making, young man?'

'Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.'

The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time, 'Flawed? Can you explain how?'

'You are working on the premise of duality,' the student explains...

'You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought.'

'It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it...'

'Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?'

'If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do.'

'Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?'

The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.

'Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?'

The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.

'To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean.' The student looks around the room, 'Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?' The class breaks out into laughter.

'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir.'

'So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?'

Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable. Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers, 'I guess you'll have to take them on faith.'

'Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life,' the student continues, 'Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?'

Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course, there is. We see it everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.'

To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light.'

The professor sat down.


(PS: The student was Albert Einstein.)

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

At the Tabernacle…


Where to begin? I recently had the distinct blessing of sharing a weekend of joy, celebration, music, teaching, praising and glorifying my Precious Lord Jesus in song and prayer, with my dearest friend and sister in Christ. It was a weekend of refreshment in the Lord and the renewal of a precious friendship.
We were fortunate to spend the time there in her family’s little house right in Oak Bluffs.


The setting for this Inspiration Weekend sponsored by In Touch Ministries was the Tabernacle at Oak Bluffs on Martha’s Vineyard, one of God’s loveliest creations. With The Tabernacle’s history and the idyllic natural beauty surrounding it, it was the perfect place to fill my heart and soul with His glory.

All this, and the highlight of the weekend. The blessings of a humble and eminently gifted messenger of the Lord, Reverend Charles Stanley. His teachings were, as always, profound yet simply stated. Eternal truths from the inerrant Word of God. His messages resounded with the timeless and boundless beauty of God’s wisdom and most of all, His unfailing, unconditional love and grace for all of us. His delivery of the Gospel message was truly inspiring. His messages left me thirsting for more of God’s Word.


Lest you think that a Christian gathering such as this is all “talk”, let me assure you that our joy in the Lord is expressed in many ways. Yep, we love to have fun, and laugh, and sing, and just have a great time…and sometimes we do get a bit rowdy…LOL.

We laughed till we cried at the comic mimicry of Louise DuArt , also called the "woman of a hundred voices," who can carry on conversations between Joan Rivers, Edith Bunker, Barbra Streisand, Barbara Walters, Whoopie Goldberg, Judge Judy, and a few dozen others, all at the same time. As her husband SQuire Rushnell says, "I never know who I'm waking up next to."

We were enchanted by the incredibly talented Marilyn McCoo & Billy Davis, Jr. whom you may remember from The Fifth Dimension. They are currently celebrating 40 years in the entertainment business (and 40 years of marriage!) and performed a musical tribute of the hits and productions that have made up their multi-faceted careers. They have been walking with the Lord for many, many years and they swept us “Up, Up, and Away” with their performance. Listen carefully to the words of the music video I’ve included. It speaks well to the unconditional love of God, as well as the ideal of love between husband and wife.



And last of the featured entertainment, but by no means least, the amazing and multiply talented Annie Moses Band, a “Christian family of Juilliard-trained musicians and award-winning songwriters dedicated to virtuosity in the arts. Led by lead singer/violinist, Annie Wolaver, the Band includes her six siblings: Alex, viola; Benjamin, cello; Camille, harp/keyboard; Gretchen, violin/mandolin; and Jeremiah, on guitar and banjo. Add the veteran song-writing talents of their parents, Bill and Robin Wolaver, and you have a dynamic group with roots in classical, pop, and jazz. Together, they are leading an artistic renaissance in the church through musical excellence, strength of family, and a message of faith, inspiring all generations to join in the discipline, beauty, and excitement of highly skilled musicianship.”


I would be remiss if I did not add the name of Gary Menzies to the list of many blessings the Lord bestowed upon us on this glorious weekend. His incredibly amazing piano artistry is, indeed, a gift of God. I have rarely, if ever, been so enthralled and enchanted by such a beautiful and accomplished performance of classical, semi-classical, and contemporary musical selections. A blessing in ebony and ivory.


Oh yes, we surely, mightily, and loudly praised God in music and song and in prayer. Sing hallelujah, sing praise to the Lord. An Inspirational Weekend indeed!

Monday, June 15, 2009

Off to the Races?

A moose on the loose at upstate NY racetrack
SARATOGA SPRINGS, N.Y., Mon Jun 15, 04:16 PM


And it's Bullwinkle by a nose — a really big nose — at Saratoga Race Course. A large moose wandered onto the grounds of the historic upstate New York racetrack where the likes of Man o' War and Secretariat have run. Police said the moose was first reported walking through the city's downtown business district shortly before 4 a.m. Monday.

The animal was later spotted near the track, where it wandered into a parking area just inside the front entrance.

The moose attracted several dozen onlookers, who were kept away from the animal by police.

Police said a state wildlife officer from the Adirondacks later arrived to tranquilize the moose and remove it from the area.

The track opens its six-week season July 29.

Friday, May 15, 2009

Why Can’t We Be Friends?

Natural enemies? I think not. God never intended His creation to be adversarial, it is a totally human concept.

This is a video of a homeless man in Santa Barbara and his pets. They work State Street every week for donations. The animals are pretty well fed and are mellow. They are a family. The man who owns them rigged up a harness for his cat so she wouldn't have to walk so much (like the dog and himself). At some juncture the rat came along, and as no one wanted to eat anyone else, the rat started riding with the cat and, often, on the cat!
The dog, will stand all day and let you talk to him and admire him for a few chin scratches. The Mayor of Santa Barbara filmed this clip and sent it out as a holiday card.
A great example of God’s loving creation.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Yummm!














Oh, and by the way, it’s lunchtime…




Gotta love our God who creates all things wise and wonderful.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

It’s Friday…but Sunday’s Coming



It’s Friday…
,
…He Himself bore the sin of many.”
“Smitten of God, and afflicted.
… He was pierced through for our transgressions,
He was crushed for our iniquities;
… the LORD has caused the iniquity of us all
To fall on Him…
Like a lamb that is led to slaughter,
…He was cut off out of the land of the living
For the transgression of my people, to whom the stroke was due.
… the Righteous One, My Servant, will justify the many,
He poured out Himself to death

…by His scourging we are healed."




…but Sunday’s coming!

"He is not here, for He has risen, just as He said.”



Rejoice, for He has indeed conquered sin and death…
...indeed HE IS RISEN!


Tuesday, April 7, 2009

The Game’s Afoot



I love to read…no, that’s not quite accurate. I adore reading. Hmmm, still doesn’t quite convey my love for books. Oh well, suffice it to say that I don’t just read, I devour books. Non-fiction for my spiritual and intellectual growth, and of course, good fiction for pure pleasure and entertainment.

My favorite fiction genre is science fiction. Fantasy and “other-worldly” thrillers are other favs. Christian fiction in those categories is another fav. I’d avoided crime/mystery fiction for a long time because it seemed (years ago when I sampled some) they were too simplistic and I solved the “crime” or discovered the solution too soon into the story and naturally lost interest. The blessing and curse of the gift of an inquisitive and analytical mind (yes, as logical and incisive as Spock).

Well, thanks to a Christmas gift from a dear friend, a very fine writer herself (check her blog), I have finally found a mystery writer who not only hooks me in the first few chapters, but keeps me interested, intrigued, and yes, guessing until the very end when she wraps it all up. No, definitely not James Patterson, too simplistic and easy to figure out. This lady is in a league of her own, having earned every major award for crime fiction extant. Her name is Laura Lippman.

Baltimore is Ms. Lippman’s venue. Charm City, Tiny Town, Smalltimore…whatever you call it, you will know it as well as your own home town thanks to her richly painted landscapes and backgrounds. From her able “pen” the city itself becomes an integral character with it‘s own distinct personality.

Her protagonists are characters that are so complex and well developed that they literally grow into people you can not only relate to, but sympathize and empathize with. They are you, me, everyone…you don’t just see them, you feel them. They are human! Not perfect, but real, with all their flaws laid bare along with their strengths. Get to know Tess, Crow, Aunt Kitty and Tyner…and yes, Esskay and Miata…and you’ll love them.

The plots of her stories are fast paced, intriguing and compelling. A veritable olio of riddles, enigmas, conundrums, questions, and finally, unexpected answers producing a thoroughly satisfying brew. Her frequently spicy prose is liberally seasoned with familiar, sometimes contemporary, references to art, theater, cinema, and major media events climaxing in a beautifully wrapped package, somewhat like an old-fashioned box of CrackerJack…a surprise in every package.

All these ingredients combine to produce a thoroughly enjoyable and satisfying literary experience delivered by a wonderful writer. Read Laura Lippman - you won’t be disappointed.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

If Only People….



Maker of Heaven and Earth

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.

The rich man in his castle,
The poor man at his gate,
God made them, high or lowly,
And ordered their estate.
The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;

The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.
The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
We gather every day;--

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.

~~Cecil Frances Alexander~~


Friday, January 23, 2009