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Cease

 

Your run through the darkness
Fearing the deepest shadows
Lashing out at all that breathes
Trusting no eyes that meet your own

Do not force the sunlight
It gives the shadows strength
It lifts fallen faces to sight
It confirms your doubt

Son of the day
No longer abide
In the dominion of darkness

Hurt brings the fallen
Closer to the depths
Fear lets slip fingers of reason
Flee the whispers of your tongue

Seek out the holy star
Forget the terror and despair
You cannot leave them behind
Forget they are there

Son of the light
No longer abide
In the dominion of night

Slashes and scourging have brought no light
Pain lances no wounds
Pride and vanity are all encompassed
Until you relinquish death

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Originally published on: Nov 30, 2006 @ 1:10

About surrender.

Giving up our precious pain and darkness.

Stepping out into the frightening love, liberty and righteousness He has offered us.


The Hardest Part

The world is filled with darkness and pain. Like the ringing of a great bell in a close space even a beautiful tone causes pain and disorients. The hurt and emptiness claws at us, dragging us down the rooftops to the brink of night, right to the chasm that awaits with its angry maw, silent yet seething with malice.

And the world is liberally peppered with joy. Green and golden days filled with the whispers of voices that reverberate in our memories long after the conversation and the moment depart. Candles and balloons, symphonies and mad embraces that are sometimes desperate clinging or sometimes needful things that halt our very breath.

Both the evil and the blessed are deadly, for they seek to entrap us in themselves, to entrap us in ourselves and we are most often willing captives, as if every one of us suffers from Stockholm syndrome every moment of our lives.

We seek to balance the misery, or overcome it by seeking and acquiring the joy, but cannot overindulge so we season all with bittersweet roots and brambles, hoping to make kinder the pain and avoid the illusion of bliss.

There is a way, to see this whole mess, out of the maze. It is simply to read the pages of our lives in the categories of God’s benevolence and provision and His judgment and warning. He is ringing the bell and conducting the symphony. When we seek the joy that is not illusive, not limited to our short lifespans, we find the lasting rest and peace that upholds us through the pain and despair. We realize that we cannot sort the data, find the meaningful bits nor even discard the extremes without falsely lifting ourselves from sanity. We must discover that only the Creator, the Savior, the Lord of all of this can make sense of it. And then we must realize that He has made sense of it, insofar as our weakness can contain, for us.

Our misery, our depraved sensibilities, our corrupted selves are offered restoration in the form of forgiveness and promise. Our joy is translated from momentary, fleeting glimpses of heaven, into limitless revelation of glory and majesty that is incomparable.

The hardest part is that it all seems to remain the same, afterward. The days bite us, the sun sets, the cold seeks our flesh and our teeth gnash in hatred and spite. The battle over this, however, becomes a fleeting thing as we rejoin our promised forgiveness and covenants week after week, year after year among the myriad others who have turned from their futile corruption to seek Christ who took on our miserable flesh, did all that we could not, and felt the corruption and deadly penalty that all of us should have found at the end of our own rope. He gives us hope, gives us shelter, shakes out our closets and lifts us to dry ground if only we heed His call.

Lord may your good news reach bleeding ears. May your life bring life to the dead and dying. May your grace uphold your people as you bring more to yourself every day.

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Part of following up on It’s All Messed Up, a post from October 2010.

I sure hope this hits you.


Antinatalism

I’m not a qualified philosopher. That must certainly affect my reaction to and analysis of the following quotes. I’m also sold out to a view that places a Creator who is directly involved in creating, sustaining His creation and is sovereign over it for His own purposes. I believe that we humans exist here for a purpose and the only possible purpose is that of the Creator’s will.

All that being said (and more but I’m not going to go off into the fields yet), I stumbled upon an idea called antinatalism in some basic research on a particular philosopher. What I saw there was so dismal that I just had to take it on. It is sad, most of all, that men have so fenced themselves that they come to this while claiming to be open to other ways of thinking.

All this is from a Wikipedia article on Antinatalism. I’m aiming for just the quotes and I’ll tackle the entirety of the article in chunks rather than one long post. Bottom line: I don’t see life, birth or death as hopeless. I don’t see that one can manage to cruise through a lifetime with the views in bold.
There is a case in which this is true. Take the guy named Judas, for example.

I’m not able, philosophically, to argue well enough beyond this: The fact that we’re alive seems to me to indicate that death is unnatural. From lightbulbs to battleships, house-cats to dodo-birds, if they cease to work, there’s something wrong with them. Men, being far superior to those things, must have something far more wrong if they die. For anyone to resonate with the quotes below; for anyone to identify with them, I do hope that they are shaken from their slumber and a sense of urgency replaces the despondency.

Sophocles — It is best not to have been born at all: but, if born, as quickly as possible to return whence one came.

 

The Son of Man goes as it is written of him, but woe to that man by whom the Son of Man is betrayed! It would have been better for that man if he had not been born.” — Matthew 26:24, Mark 14:21

In our natural state, the walking dead that we are, we too would be better off not have set foot on this globe. We participate in the desecration of our Creator’s purposes in everything we do. We seek to obfuscate the truth, block all entry into our self-made existence and evade any call to recognize reality.

Whoever isolates himself seeks his own desire;
he breaks out against all sound judgment. — Proverbs 18:1

But there’s an answer to this, too, and one which puts a little flame of possiblity to the cold:

I spread out my hands all the day to a rebellious people, who walk in a way that is not good, following their own devices — Isaiah 65:2

Heinrich Heine — Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.

The truly amazing thing is that you’re here, observing this phenomenal event and coming up with such a statement. It is a miracle that this world is here around us, that we’re in it and that it persists; hasn’t collapsed ’round our ears due to our woeful dealings with it. Heine clearly forgot all the wonder of life as he lived it. Or, tragedy of tragedies, he failed entirely to notice butterflies, little girls or kittens.

Are your wonders known in the darkness, or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness? — Psalm 88:12

It might look bad, but Somebody has said it ain’t all crumbs and broken glass:

For there shall be a sowing of peace. The vine shall give its fruit, and the ground shall give its produce, and the heavens shall give their dew. And I will cause the remnant of this people to possess all these things. — Zechariah 8:12


Our liberties are in a box in a TSA warehouse, along with 10,000 nail clippers.

Doug Wilson rocks on this one.

People should speak up even more.

So I’m linking to it in hopes someone else catches the breeze.

Touching Sensitive Areas, or TSA For Short

I think the whole TSA imbecillity is an offense on our privacy and our dignity. It elevates a group of people out of the requirement to act with common decency and respect. It violates any consideration for the sensitivities of people who have been molested, exploited or traumatized by human hands on their bodies. And children? C’mon, man! Kids do NOT need to suffer this insanity.

It’s all over YouTube and the rest of the net. DJP has put up a little bit too:

TSA Grope’n'Porn

FOOEY on this stuff. I’ll drive if I have to. I don’t want MY 5 girls under the camera OR the hand.

So the BIG question: How to render unto Caesar when this really isn’t Caesar’s? I’m not willing to concede that the Gov has employed an acceptable method for waging the war on terrorism.


It's All Messed Up

Everything seems to fail at some point or another. Our successes even seem to rot before our eyes. Our kids not only drive us to distraction but present insanely impossible problems that we as kids experienced (That we somehow have lost the ability to deal with or comprehend somewhere along the way). Our drive and dedication rarely pay out dividends that fairly correlate and when they do, the fanfare and sunshine fade all too quickly. We do the wrong things, hurt people, damage ourselves incessantly no matter how high-and-lofty our motivations. Our motivations, though we believe with all our might to be right, consistently boil down to flawed and self-centered things of frustrating fiats.

Sometimes we have genuine cares for others, trying our bestest to lift them up out of the mire of the world, protect them or feed them the tools to succeed, especially where we are conscious of our own failure. But we fail at that, too. Isn’t it all just a big cycle of failure?

Can you identify, in your life, one persistent quality or action of your own that has a timeline that evades the rot process entirely? I propose that it cannot be done.

IF we start from a fundamentally flawed foundation, we will always always end up with a failed result. Things will not turn out right. The end state will still be flawed, just as the beginning was flawed.

Truth Claim Here: Everything that is wrong is wrong because of sin. Everything that is wrong is wrong because we are sinful people living in a sin-cursed world.

Stupid religious freak. Quit waving it around in public. What you think is right doesn’t have to apply to me because it’s only true for you.

Um. Ima letcha finish, but first: Re-read everything before the IF paragraph again. Is that true or not true for everybody?  For those who are not NPCs, who think and live, do we not see this everywhere? Regarding those we perceive to cruise along, oblivious bastions of success or happiness, do not the observers see the truth that NPCs are walking fail-factories as well?

Yeah, whatever. Just because I don’t have all the answers, and nobody else does, so we mess up. A lot. Nobody is perfect. Nobody is “all that” so there’s nothing we can do about it but keep trying.

This wickedness and evil hasn’t gone away. It’s only got worse. Worse by driving deeper and deeper into our culture and personalities and spirits. In this era, it has so permeated us that we cannot even stop to listen to reason, to the thundering whisper that something isn’t right, much less come to grips with the undeniable fact that I, you, them, we’re all so messed up, so dead wrong, so just plain dead that there is no hope of attaining a recovery.
Yep. Just like a treadmill, it keeps rolling but you don’t get anywhere. And if you fall, it keeps rolling, doesn’t it? There’s no hope. None. All you get to look forward to is another round of going nowhere with no horizon of completion or really living in view.

The Lord saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and that every intention of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually. – Genesis 6:5

There you go again. You quoted some of that Bible garbage. Why in the world should I listen to that drivel. It’s all a mess of rules and made-up stories and garbage. It has some sick idea of a deity that kills entire races of people, tells people what to do and makes them bow down and submit. There’s nothing worthwhile there and it certainly doesn’t apply to modern day.

Sure thing. Take a second look. Just look at it from the position of what it says about everything being messed up. Look at the incredible descriptions of people who lie, cheat, steal, subvert, corrupt, fail, underachieve, chicken out and pretty much screw up everything they touch. Tell me again that it’s just made up junk. Tell me it doesn’t apply to modern day. Tell me there isn’t a touch of truth in there.

The only document that clearly depicts the condition we’re in is….. Guess!

That’s it for today. I’ll do some more soonly. Maybe this will start reaching out to someone.


When The Ship Lifts

Can’t seem to wrap my mind
round those final feet
round this my inevitable
with all my desire
I cannot bring me to care
they have not boarded me
though one could not tell
from the weariness in here

I have in my eye
this thing I cannot see
this weakness, tiredness
that is relentless
untiring

and I stumble
with the pitch and yaw at the pier
I mumble
I forgot the dreams, I fear
Maybe forgot these memories

I’ve banged my head
against this wall
strained for this
for all these thousand breaths
and it will not shift
perhaps I will not shift

I call out to myself
aloud, to my followers
of weakness, tiredness
my mind relentless
untiring

still, I stumble
The waves gently cursing my course
I mumble
Fix me
lift my countenance
to meet yours

drift this transom
to face the setting sun
abandon this strait
to meander free
unfetter me,

lift anchor
all bills are not paid
set me loose

Am I still talking
out loud?
took seven days
to finish just one
too long, too long
these words, these breaths
shift my colors
I’m tired, tired.

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Ever have one of those days when

your glasses are crooked on your face
and no amount of adjusting will work?

you’re convinced that your face is just too oily
and wash it a hundred times to see if that will fix it?

your nose itches and won’t stop,
regardless the socially unacceptable actions you take to resolve the issue?

you stare at the same thing you’ve done for 10 months straight,
every single day, and can’t make sense of it?

you walk home at precisely at half the speed you would normally,
making 10 minutes into 20, talking to yourself the entire way?

Have you ever recited, to yourself, the litany, “whatever, dude,”
over and over maybe a hundred times in the span of twelve hours?

When is the last time you reviewed your condition, your moment as-it-is-right-now
and said “This is not me, not right, not welcome?”

This, still in ever increasing frequency, is the sort of day that haunts me.

I am truly tired.  I was tired before, but this is tired beyond that.

I don’t want to be tired.

It’s that moment… just before repentance.

Originally Published on: Sep 8, 2008 @ 13:29


Deuteronomy 10-34

Large swath I cut, I know, specially right to the end of the book.  There’s plenty to think about here, but I’m on a narrow, short track.  Related to the previous post, Accountransparonestability,in many ways, this engine is on a quick trip to failure-land, which has a funny horizon of hope.

Notice how many times Moses says the word “stiff-necked” in Deuteronomy.  Four times.  Notice how he uses that word.  He doesn’t use it as an adjective in past tense.  It’s always present tense, be, are.  He gives instructions on how to stop being stiff-necked, but Moses never says that some used to be stiff-necked.  They were stiff-necked.

What does this all mean?  Further along, in Chapter 31, God takes Moses and Joshua (the official replacement) aside for some intimate direction.  There, in the tabernacle of meeting, God told Moses the first of the two things that struck me most out of this entire book.

“Behold, you will rest with your fathers; and this people will rise and play the harlot with the gods of the foreigners of the land, where they go to be among them, and they will forsake Me and break My covenant which I have made with them.” Deuteronomy 31:16

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Those stiff-necked people were uncured.  God intimated to Moses that no amount of reading-of-the-law, no amount of required 7-year meetings, sacrifice or regulation would prevent Israel’s turning away from their Lord.  30 long chapters, filled with glory and defeat, misery and elation, pleading, cajoling, reminding, castigating, loving and managing and giving and taking, all amounted to this – one – heartbreaking – statement.  Can you imagine what was going through Moses’ mind right then?

I’m sure he knew all too well what his people could get into when he left.  I’m also pretty sure Moses may have harbored some hope that his exhaustive (exhausting?) words over the past two months (my notes have what may have been January through February in 1405 B.C.) might have been of real impact to the people and that there might be some semblance of promise for them in the end.  To hear that, on the surface, all that preaching was for naught, must have been pretty near devastating, especially to what amounted to a pastor who had shepherded his flock, through thick and thin, for a lifetime.

So heartbreaking was this, and probably unbelievable to most, that God gave Moses specific directions yet one more time to provide proof of the truth to his people in the form of a song.  It’s darker than the popular dark songs of today.  My darkest poem doesn’t hold much of a whisper to this tragedy.  Here is Moses’ introduction:

“Take this Book of the Law, and put it beside the ark of the covenant of the Lord your God, that it may be there as a witness against you; for I know your rebellion and your stiff neck.  If today, while I am yet alive with you, you have been rebellious against the Lord, then how much more after my death?  Gather to me all the elders of your tribes, and your officers that I may speak these words in their hearing and call heaven and earth to witness against them.” Deuteronomy 31:26-29

Read the song (Chapter 32).

I looked back after finishing it, read again what God told Moses in 31:16.  Shuffled through the reading of the Law and all that Moses spent those two months (TWO STRAIGHT MONTHS) covering with his people.  It wasn’t just a list of “thou shalt, thou shalt not.”  I think people only pay attention to the main TEN commandments.  They’re great, and they’re the roots of everything else, but Moses did far more than just tell the people what steps to take.  He explained those steps.  He was giving directions on how to glorify God, to submit to him, to hold Him as sole Master and Lord, how to love one another, both strangers and brothers alike.  These people had a distilled, two-month college course in human operations.

They would still completely screw it all up.

And so will I.  I took Deuteronomy very personally.  This book illuminated for me my own capacity to fail, to fall short.  It really did bring to my attention my potential to turn away from God.  There have been weeks, even months where every – single – day was an exercise in provoking God, corrupting myself, being perverse and crooked (the song, Deuteronomy 32:5). I saw it.  The message here really is that I’m stiff-necked.  I’m not going to follow the Law any more then those dimmies way back then.

Get this.  I think I do.  The only difference between the Israelites then and the pagan giants they would face on the other side of the Jordan was that God had CHOSEN THE Israelites. They hadn’t done, nor would they do, anything to deserve even their own desert island.  Go back to 9:6…

“Therefore understand that the Lord your God is not giving you this good land to possess because of your righteousness, for you are a stiff-necked people.”

Me neither.  I haven’t done anything to merit diddly.  God picked me.  I owe Him my life because He picked me up off the street, out of the gutter, when I was unclean, uncouth, unproductive, unfaithful and unholy.  I’m no better now, except I have this little chit that says I’m saved.  It has little more than a stampy seal, might as well be a goodonya gold star.  What’s been done to me is a mystery, just as what God really did with Israel is mystery.  One thing I know from reading (and they sure must have in listening), I owe my Lord big time.

But I’m gonna mess it up.  The only difference between me and the guy down the street walking to the mosque is that I belong to God.  Without that, I’d most likely be planning on holding Circle tonight with candles and incantations, or worse.  It’s been over 5 years since I last practiced magic, and that’s just one thing I owe Him for.  But I’m gonna mess it up.  I am a stiff-necked kid.

So how do I get out of this downward, depressing spiral?  How does the misery get replaced by joy?

I found it in the second part of Deuteronomy which struck me most.  It’s in two different locations.  Deuteronomy 31:16 again, and in 32:44 to the end of the book.

The short part:  “Behold, you will rest with your fathers…”  Moses wasn’t innocent.  He’d screwed up too.  He was banned from the Promised Land for his prior convictions.  But God said “Behold, you will rest with your fathers.”  There’s comfort at the end.  I’ll bet Moses took a little while to digest that part, since the more immediate importance of the next part of the verse likely overwhelmed him.  But when the teacher of Israel finally did recall the first part, I think he would’ve sighed, praised his Lord and been at peace with the fate of his people, for he was given hope, hope that maybe, just maybe his people might even enjoy at the end of their lives.

The other section?  Read it.  I have hope.  Not because I hope I do, but because I know there is hope.

“Then the Lord spoke to Moses that very same day, saying:  ‘Go up this mountain of the Abarim, Mount Nebo, which is in the land of Moab, across from Jericho; view the land of Canaan, which I give to the children of Israel as a possession; and die on the mountain which you ascend, and be gathered to your people, just as Aaron your brother died on Mount Hor and was gathered to his people; because you trespassed against Me among the children of Israel at the waters of Meribah Kadesh, in the Wilderness of Zin, because you did not hallow Me in the midst of the children of Israel.  Yet you shall see the land before you, though you shall not go there, into the land which I am giving to the children of Israel.’” Deuteronomy 32:48-52

I don’t think there was a condescending tone in there.  I hear a Father who had punishment promises to keep, http://www.ordination.org/moses-promised-land.jpgbut He didn’t get extra licks in.  Moses’ last hours were spent in blessing the people of his life’s breadth and in taking the last breaths of his life in panoramic, God-guided view of the long-awaited Promised Land.  Perhaps one final dusk and sunset, with the sun turning the hills and mountains to rose and gold, the waters darkening to mere sparkles, the great trees and plains losing their bright green, fading to the darkness.  And he wasn’t alone.  God was right there with him, pointing it out as Moses’ earthly story drew to a close.

Hope.


Why I Can't Trade For A Newer Model

I don’t know why, after almost twelve years of repetitive instruction, cajoling and discipline that the simplest of all practicalities like cleaning up a mess, taking a shower or wearing the right clothes cannot be accomplished.  Except that it may be that curse thing from several thousand years ago.  I do know that my parents were still forcing me to do stupid things up until the day I left home, and I still fail to do some of them sixteen years later

I don’t know why anger just won’t go away and that the feelings of inadequacy grow and grow no matter what steps are taken to combat them.  Except that it may be that we’re constantly deceived by what the world believes is competence and value; back to that curse thing from several thousand years ago.

I certainly don’t know why, no matter how much we do and no matter how many victories we experience, the feelings of being powerless, ineffective and the pain of futility infect our every waking moment.  Except maybe it’s because we are, all of us, just that: powerless, ineffective and wasted when by ourselves.  Back a few thousand years to another fact: we’re nothing on our own.

I am not writing this to justify or to bring myself down to a level where anyone can say “oh, he’s a miserable groveler too…” because I already am, just as the rest of us.  I don’t have less or more qualities than any other.  I have my personal, private failures and catastrophes that just won’t go away.  I fight them sometimes, pretend they’re not there sometimes, and even revel in them sometimes (yep, rebellion doesn’t stop with salvation, but it becomes one heckuva thorn in the side, that’s for sure).

The title?  I can’t trade for a newer model because there isn’t one.  God only made ONE model of person.  We are human 1.0.  We are not the alpha release or the beta.  We are the FINAL release.

I want the issued version I have not because it’s the one I was stuck with but because it is the one which works.  No other frame or color-scheme of human 1.0 will ever serve as my partner in this life.  I understand completely that the contract for this version is “as-is” and that there are inherent flaws in the version.  These flaws are not because of the design, however, but because of the monkey-wrench from Eden and the fact that every year, the world spins deeper into corruption and sin.  I know that my partner is just as screwed up as me, confused, impatient, weak, tired, angry and stubborn.  I know that my attempts to help are just as doomed to failure as those to help myself.

This is not because all things are worthless, but because I am not my own mountain to withstand the winds and scourges of time.  I am little, and must remain so, for if I was big, I would not glorify God in all that I do.  Even my desires can glorify God and if He sees fit to deny me any great success in my endeavors, He will still be quite accepting of the fact that I desire to do His will.  In fact, failure when attempting God’s tasking may well be His plan at the moment.  It sure seems that way sometimes.

I’ll take HIS word for it, and refrain from judging on my own, for I know beyond a shadow of doubt that my point of view is skewed.  I have no foundation inherent in me that makes me a capable judge of anything God has placed in motion.  I take HIS word for it because my logic and feelings have not a bit of the accuracy He has.

So I’ll stay in my Bible.  I’ll stick with my lame, imperfect, selfish prayers that just seem weak to me.  I’ll continue to encourage you with my apparently futile and nonsensical encouragement not because I think that over repetition that my efforts will make a difference, but because the Lord has listed those things as top trouble-shooting techniques in the Manual.

The Bible says “READ ME” and so I read and learn God’s intentions and explanations, though I often feel as though none of it makes a difference here-and-now.  The Bible says “PRAY” and so I tell the Lord everything and ask Him for everything though I often feel as though I’m unworthy to open my mouth.  The Bible says “LOVE” and so I will, though I always feel that my expressions of love are pure crap.  The Bible says none of these things are worthless, rather, that they are what we can do.

David prayed.  Job prayed.  Paul prayed.  They all reveled in the Word and studied it.  They all loved God and men with all they had.  They all felt miserable, hurt, weak, they were all the lowest of the low at more than one point in their lives.  But they did the duties anyway, and we know how they fared in God’s opinion.

God’s opinion is the only one that counts.  I am doing my best to maintain God’s opinion as my standard.  Therefore I will not, can not trade for a Newer Model because there is nothing that makes the current one worthless to me.  The design is perfect.

There was only one release of the rainbow.  There was only one release of the Ark.  They did just fine.  We’re going to be just fine, so long as we’re compliant with the designer’s standards of operation.

References: Genesis, Deuteronomy, Job, Psalms, Lamentations, Romans, 1st John

Additional imagery: Jars of Clay: “The Valley Song” and “Worlds Apart”


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