What Zion really is…

When you think of Zion you think of Israel or land or some ideal. What I would like to suggest is that Zion is the place of His uninterrupted Presence, where His Kingdom actually is incarnate! We are looking for Zion in one another and on the earth.

Zion is, historically, the place He chose to Lay down His Name or Being on earth. (Through David, and then the Jews, and even the christians later were called sion) But in us, it is the place where God is allowed to move and be, and make us more our true selves. Where His Actual Presence is allowed to break in, and form us into what we really are.

Zion echoes with the voice of His Love, and from this Voice alters us into our true contours. So, when we are looking for Zion to come in one another, we are praying that His Kingdom would more fully come in ourselves and those we encounter! We are praying to be in Zion already, together.

What it looks like to restore Zion on earth in one another! Zion is an image of wholeness and integration unity in scripture. But we labor for it for one another as well! When the full Presence of God enters, things are un-interrupted. They become whole and pronounceable by God! That’s what we are working on, restoring zion on earth. We are walking towards Zion, as the old song rightly sings!

From an article I’m working on about the Zion in each of us-the place of wholeness…enjoying working on this idea of Zion in each of us! Zion of course was both the city of God and the place in us which is resonating in this city already…both the place where there is uninterrupted Presence, and the city we are walking towards…

Thinking about Zion, not just the literal land and city, but the spiritual reality of the place of His uninterrupted Presence. Where things are fully themselves. That to me is Zion-where everything is fully in His Light, as St John describes the future at the end of The book–all is Day, and The Father and Son are both with us again as in the garden, but now it is a gardened city! If Zion has already begun to break in, how can I walk through its gates, and call forth and polish its golden streets in others that I meet! How can we walk more in Zion already, down here!

The Zion in us still wants to be pronounced! I work daily on the zion in others. I want to see them restored, made whole. Pronounced. That’s my passion. And that space We share. Trust is the start of pronouncing one another names well. Trusting Him to fully inhabit what is already His. In this way, we usher in His Kingdom into one another! We look for Zion in one another! This is not just true for nations, but for each person whose face we are willing to behold into being.

Are we ministering from and into Zion in one another?! We can expand the kingdom in one another, even through a loving gaze.

The Zion in us still wants to be pronounced! I work daily on the zion in others. I want to see them restored, made whole. Pronounced. That’s my passion. And that space We share. Trust is the start of pronouncing one another’s names well. This is not just true for nations, but for each person whose face we are willing to behold into being daily.

My stupid daily meditation, what’s it worth in the end, if it doesn’t glorify Him. My name is hidden in His forever. Who am I—nobody and everybody, a poem worth pronouncing because of The Poem we are in. And the One who desires to pronounce us! The Zion in us still sings!

People who transcended their genre and became universal! I like those odd balls! Including those in the church. When we write we think too much about other’s perceptions, we should just write, create or live from what is placed and what comes fully into our hearts, and try to write well and honestly, and humbly about that process. We are just servants of The Word in the end. Little servant words becoming…we are.

To the unbelievable welcoming of other! We go!

Today i heard her deepest forest view of things—helpful!

I like, in evening, dipping my head through branches, and catching sight of the brightest evening star, and then when i see the crescent moon as a surprise, I’m shocked and shook again! That happened this evening. Humbling; forces one to want to bow even-the urge to worship is in us daily! Thankful for small wonders, which shake and shook me awake again today.

Love’s best words today, occurred in Silence.

Sharing silent being:
Today, just sat near a friend in a local cafe both of us reading books. She, a mom of two on her lunch break, me who and where i am. We occasionally recognized one another’s presence in honor. Like a breath between friends, a mutual recognizing of being.
I like sharing silent space with people–being to being, shared silence. Just us, being human together in all our needs and unspoken becoming glories.
Just us, side to side in our becoming glories. Nice exchange in silence today.

My dad, who used to take me on road trips when i was a kid, to some of the places I was interested in—Buddy Holly’s hometown, Bruce Springsteen’s house, Graceland, the Grand Canyon and places like that– and I used to ride for hours across the country on road trips in silence like that. Both of us just being ourselves and sharing space in unspoken love. I like that space between us.

Grief:
And, for a long while
the days all ran together
time blurred itself
until the consecrated slots of day and night returned
like another genesis brooding…
dusk, dawn, evening again
and i saw the star rising within again-i could read sentences now,
when grief finally subsided the page came back into focus;
i could once again see land and sea, woman’s wrist in soft light’s glory,
a child’s eyes, a particular bridge at sunset,
and I felt like Noah’s bird, sent out to find a branch
of hope for us yet. I flew for a few days, watching the earth,
looking for a break in the waters, a fissure of what was there before;
i had been hovering over a void, for a while
then jumped back in and swam for land. And named it, once there.
And I returned to myself again, and started writing
more lines…stewarding my garden again.