Waiting at the nearest corner for He Who is Love

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Last week I was at a Middle East oriented gathering at some friends’ home. I was joyous. I was stirred and inspired to further dream and love the region of the world which most enraptures me. Then it was nearly 830. I knew my husband would be returning from work around 830. I was provoked. I didn’t want to wait any longer than absolutely necessary to see him. I got up. I walked to the end of our street. I began to wait. 

First, I stood- composed, ordinary, and still. Then, I sat- undignified, conspicuous, and antsy. I was ardently longing to see my precious husband, my only husband (ever and always), MY husband turn the corner. Minutes passed. Each gold car hooked my eyes, but I knew that our car was still bedecked in wedding proclamations, so I’d more easily recognize it. (There were moments when my waiting felt as a case study in our neighborhood’s gold cars.)

Eventually, seven minutes before 930, it appeared: our car, our chariot of gold. My eyes fused to the moving target. I waved. Initially, Neel did not see me, due to the wedding words shouting from the pane of the driver’s window. I moved toward the vehicle. He stopped. 

I climbed in, kissed him, and erupted in giddy joy, happy relief, and “How are you?” inquiries. 

And we rode home. Together. 

Days later, the image came back and grabbed my hand. We should long and wait for Jesus like this. He’s our ultimate groom. I don’t mean simply for the second coming. I mean for the ALWAYS coming, the daily coming, the IN THIS MOMENT He is HERE coming. We should look, expect, hunger, long, and position ourselves to see Him and His movement. 

Today, as you look for things: people, household goods, or new opportunities, let your hope, eagerness, and focused pursuit remind you of your hunt for your Beloved. 

 

Oh! He is rapturously wonderful!

(Song of Songs 3:4)

 

 

 

Love Letters, person to person

I have a fiance who writes me poems every week or so, lavishes me with words of affirmation (my primary love language), and communicates with courage and intentionality. I love love notes. For example, I found the following from a website and this simple note is wrought with power and passion.

 

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Sarah,
I think back to our wedding day; most of it is blurry and surreal, but I do remember one thing with utter clarity. I remember hearing you say “I do.” I can see your lips pronounce the words, I can hear your voice settling in my ear, and I can definitely remember the surge of emotion that flooded me (which I handled in an extremely manly fashion).
No two words have ever meant so much to me.
Yours,
– Josh
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More stirring romance and thoughtfulness HERE.

 

Passivity to the majesty of the Lord Jesus

“I think the biggest enemy in the church is not the devil. It’s our own passivity to the majesty of the Lord Jesus. At some point the Good News becomes okay news and Christianity is no longer life changing but merely life enhancing, and Jesus doesn’t change people into radicals anymore, just nice people. The church becomes dull, predictable, and monotonous. 

 

Here’s the thing about dullness, what it means is we’ve lost our capacity to be simple before God. We’ve lost the ability to live in wonder and astonishment.”

– Graham Cooke

Welcome the army of Elastic Warriors.

This bit of writing leaves me undone. It’s a shout and beating heart.

Here’s a sample,

“As rubber bands in His hand. They are catapulted into His promises. Flexible and voluntarily unable to hinder or quench the beauty of His Glory. The elastic warriors can be flung in any direction. The more they are stretched, the farther they reach, so fast and unnoticed that the enemy doesn’t even see them coming.”

hop HERE for the full meal.

“The Invitation” by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

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It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know 
if you will risk 
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me
what planets are 
squaring your moon…
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you 
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know 
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone 
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

By Oriah © Mountain Dreaming,
 from the book The Invitation
 published by HarperONE, San Francisco,
 1999 All rights reserved