The Blood and The Seed
27 Thursday Aug 2015
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27 Thursday Aug 2015
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27 Thursday Aug 2015
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27 Thursday Aug 2015
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That image of us living behind a horseshoe waterfall, and dwelling in an enormous bejeweled cave with God. Then we turn and look outwards through the water crest and offer things to others. To switch metaphors, we have to live up the mountain, and if we chose, we go down into the valley. But we are not valley folk. We are mountain people, and we need to not define ourselves in the terms of the valley. Jesus lives often in the Valley as well, so we go with Him there, and stay close to Him there. But we have to take care not to assume we are “of” the valley. Heaven is His throne the earth His footstool.
Going back to the waterfall metaphor—we see when we poke our swords through the cascade, that it touches others, and we may get arrows hurled back at us, then we return to the inner cave, but we need not stay there, for Jesus is able to heal quickly. And if we wish to serve others with Him, we may return to the cascade, and the place of interface with the world. And return. When we stick our sword out and interface with the world, we are still protected by the waterfall, yet we make ourself wet with the world.
Some of us have not known the cave well enough, and need to dwell there for a season. These have spent their lives on the crest of the falls trying to help others, but cannot draw from the strength of the inner cave with The Father. Others have only been in the cave, and need to come out and serve others to know of Jesus great labor for the world. To swivel their desk chairs around from the cave and at least consider the crashing of the falls. And the potential glory outside them. The cries and needs coming from the world.
Some parts of the church have known the cave only, or the outer cascade only, and need knowledge of God from the other aspects He would offer us.
27 Thursday Aug 2015
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Jesus comes into that space between desire and action—Phil 2:13. This embodied will idea of D. Willard. Jesus needing to get into that space between desire and action; and this verse goes further in telling us He is able to enter our desires and actions—cause us to will and to act according to Your Purposes. There is a permission involved of course. We are not robots, however, once permission is given, He can lean our desires and actions into His. Jesus becomes ever more in our embodied will. So that we instinctively move more from His Spirit. This is the process of depth sanctification. Jesus sinking into us more deeply. Jesus eclipsing our soul’s (less my pain, more His). This is the process of , “not I, but Christ.” That is the more mature stage of our spirituality—in which we respond through Christ to others. We decrease, as He increases. Ironically, our true selves also come forth and shine in this process. We die, to become ourselves!
27 Thursday Aug 2015
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27 Thursday Aug 2015
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As many who are led, are becoming the sons and daughters of God…
The goal is to be lead-able in every area of life. So we are actually able to be led by His Spirit in each area. We have areas of resistance based on wounds and experience—don’t trust women bec of abuse, so that area it is hard to be led by. But the goal is to heal , so we can be led by….to be led by the Spirit in our sex life. To be led by the spirit in our finances. To be led by the spirit in our friendships (even if we have lack of trust there etc.) Our goal is to be led—“as many who are becoming”….
12 Wednesday Aug 2015
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18 Monday May 2015
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The Crickets came alive here, last night in Texas!
(had to write a little poem for our frenetic re-awakened friends)
And the crickets sang like electrical jazz, just for us tonight.
Stopping suddenly, in energetic pauses/waits, wakes in
perfect response to our footstep’s weight-
little power stations temporarily shut down
Then, just at the right instances, they buzzed on again
shaking their tiny soul’s awake, as we listened
to these unseen creatures who know
how to bend and come in and out of time-based on energy and rhyme. their silent electric violin lessons, in waiting, vibrating dark wet leaves…succumbing to
our inconsistencies, until we agree
with evening’s release, and what they bring us to re-member.
The buzzing of Life which never ends,
returns, somehow always, in sync.
14 Thursday May 2015
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#1
the camera was turned off. i
was standing still before things
i started to keep a diary of moments
before i began, just to recall, The Glory of it all.
#2
when Peter looked down, he nearly drowned
His Face and Hand is all I want to see repeatedly
for the waters have dragoned beneath my feet, as a seemingly endless dark snake
far below a gate breaks open unseen by TV, not on internet
and the sunset came just as i was learning to levitate
14 Thursday May 2015
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Up in the Clouds, high on dream
i see the light passing through the dust gleams below…endless seams and contours
sparkling in life, singing in line, through death’s contours, we shine.
the words eternal are kept out of rhyme
until we come, in time, and start to shine as spaces unseen-burnt Life spots!
Us, as somehow needed, flecks to see by. flares in the dark for Love’s landings.