Lenten Meditation–To The Ends

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Did they not hear? Of course they did:
“Their voice has gone out into all the earth,
   their words to the ends of the world.” 
Romans 10:18

Of course we did.

But we are hearing impaired, choosing what to listen for and what to ignore.

The sound has gone out into all the land,
resonating and echoing in each human ear,
ready to settle in each human heart.

But we clap our hands over our ears to play deaf.

The words are plainspoken for all to discern.

But we poke holes, fuss over meaning, walk away from their call.

Did they not hear?

Of course we did.

But we did not listen.

Lenten Meditation–Beautiful Feet

How beautiful on the mountains
are the feet of those
who bring good news,
who proclaim peace
Isaiah 52: 7a

Feet are not the most beautiful part of the human body, but as image bearers, we must remember that even feet–calloused, crooked toed,  deformed nails, blisters, warts and all–reflect God.  They bear the load, travel the miles, climb the mountains, and allow a voice to be heard beyond the backyard.

His footprints on earthly  soil are proof of His having been present.   His dirty feet are proof that He is taking some of that earthly soil back with Him.

Feet were worthy of His cleansing touch.  If so for the lowly homely foot, so much more our hearts.

 

From Decay, Beauty

photo by Josh Scholten

The trillium only thrives where death has been.
The mulch of hundreds of autumns fluffs the bed where trillium bulbs sleep, content through most of the year.

When the frost is giving way to dew, the trillium leaves peek out, curious, testing the air.
A few stray rays of sun filtering through the overgrowth and canopy encourage the shoots to rise, spread and unfurl.

In the middle, a white bud appears in humility, almost embarrassed to be seen at all.
There is pure declaration of triune perfection.

In a matter of days, the petals spread wide and bold so briefly, curl purplish. Wilt and return aground.
Leaves wither and fall unnoticed, becoming dust once again.

Beauty arises from decay.
Death gives way to pure perfection.

Lenten Meditation–Be Lifted Up

7 Lift up your heads, you gates;
be lifted up, you ancient doors,
that the King of glory may come in.
10 Who is he, this King of glory?
The LORD God Almighty—
he is the King of glory.
Psalm 24:7,10

We  regularly check the closed doors in our lives, all locked and sealed, to help us feel safe and secure.  Those doors keep us in and others out.

The time has come to open up.  He is knocking, asking to be allowed in.  It is time to break the seal and open wide.

A closed heart no longer beats.

 

Lenten Meditation–Will Not Abandon

 

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…because you will not abandon me to the realm of the dead,
nor will you let your faithful one see decay.
Psalm 16:10

from Madeleine L’Engle:

“What God began, God will not abandon.  He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion.  God loves everyone, sings the psalmist.  What God has named will live forever, Alleluia!
The happy ending has never been easy to believe in.  After the Crucifixion the defeated little band of disciples had no hope, no expectation of Resurrection.  Everything they believed in had died on the cross with Jesus.  The world was right, and they had been wrong.  Even when the women told the disciples that Jesus had left the stone-sealed tomb, the disciples found it nearly impossible to believe that it was not all over.

The truth was, it was just beginning.”

Lenten Meditation: The Land of the Living

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For he was cut off from the land of the living;
for the transgression of my people he was punished.
Isaiah 53:8b

“When Christ appeared to his disciples he said ‘Come look at my hands,’ and he invited Thomas to put his finger into the print of the nail.
Why did he want to keep the wounds of his humanity?
Wasn’t it because he wanted to carry back with him an eternal reminder of the sufferings of those on earth?
He carried the marks of suffering so he could continue to understand the needs of those suffering.
He wanted to be forever one with us.”
Dr. Paul Brand, hand surgeon to lepers and missionary

Lenten Meditation–Lamentations

Jeremiah's Lamentations by Rembrandt

Look around and see.
Is any suffering
like my suffering
that was inflicted on me?

Lamentations 1:12

It seems there is plenty to lament these days.
Unending tragedy and sadness, heartbreak and inner turmoil.
I was told by someone today that I couldn’t possibly understand the pain he was experiencing.
I could never know how much he sought the relief that only death could bring.

Sometimes we are so deep in our suffering we do not look around to see that another died in his suffering.
No suffering was like his suffering.
Suffered, died, then buried.
Suffered, died, buried, then sealed up securely.
Suffered, died, buried, sealed up securely, then rose bringing all the relief we’ll ever need.
Suffered, died, buried, sealed up securely, rose, calling out our name so we when look around and see,

We will know him and what he has done.

 

Lenten Meditation–No Comfort

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Your rebuke has broken my heart;
and I am full of heaviness:
and I looked for some to take pity,
but there was none; and for comforters,
but I found none. Psalm 69:20

So at last I may understand, and understanding believe; see my ancient carcass, prone between the sheets, stained and worn like a scrap of paper dropped in the gutter, muddy and marred with being trodden underfoot, and hover over it, myself, like a butterfly released from its chrysalis stage and ready to fly away. Are caterpillars told of their impending resurrection? How in dying they will be transformed from poor earth — crawlers into creatures of the air, with exquisitely pained wings? If told, do they believe it?

Is it conceivable to them that so constricted an existence as this should burgeon into so gay and lightsome a one as a butterfly’s? I imagine the wise old caterpillars shaking their heads — no, it can’t be; it’s a fantasy, self–deception, a dream. Similarly,  our wise ones. Yet in the limbo between living and dying, as the night clocks tick remorselessly on, and the black sky implacably shows not one single streak or scratch of grey, I hear those words; I am the resurrection, and the life, and feel myself to be carried along on a great tide of joy and peace.”
Malcolm Muggeridge

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A Lovely Poem I Like

A Blessing

by James Wright

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more, they begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom. 

Lenten Meditation–Delivered When Delighted

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He trusts in the LORD; let the LORD rescue him.
Let him deliver him, since he delights in him.
Psalm 22:8

To hear this cruel mockery while suffering unspeakable pain
must have been as unbearable as the pain itself.
Of course he could have been rescued,
spared all that trauma,
simply have gotten down off the cross and walked away.

But he didn’t.
He chose not to.
He chose to stay and see it through
in order that we be delivered,
because he delights in us.

Mocking the mockery.