Perspective

Many years ago, while in Art class at Samuelson Elementary, on the north side of Des Moines, Iowa; I had my first lesson and understanding in perspective.  Here’s a brief definition of perspective: (noun) 1. a particular evaluation of a situation or facts, especially from one person's point of view;  2. a measured or objective assessment of a situation, giving all aspects their comparative importance;  3. the appearance of objects to an observer allowing for the effect of their distance from the observer;  4. in graphic arts the theory or practice of allowing for artistic perspective when drawing or painting;  5. a vista or view.

At the time of my first encounter with Perspective, being at the ripe old age of 12, my concern for the matter was mostly based upon my desire to draw or paint a picture that seemed real, and gave the impression of distance and space.  This being a way by which I could draw the observer into the moment, into the setting, and into the mind of the artist, all with the hope of creating a common experience and understanding.  Now granted the above words may not have been flowing from the mind of a 12 year old at that time, but the clear understanding of this unnoticed power wielded from the tip of a brush or a charcoal drawing stick, was something I got; and got very deeply.

As I’ve grown older, my desire for better Perspective has only ramped up the potential for the artist and prophet within me to become more effective.  Some might argue otherwise, but I know for certain that I’m on a continuum of greater and greater perspective of the visible and invisible.

I had such a wonderful time taking my much needed, and first in my lifetime, solo vacation.  Which by the way I’m convinced I must budget and schedule into my life at least two or three trips of the like, each year, if I am to live the final volume of my life’s story.

California was great (especially OC); being with friends, family and loved ones even greater.  All of which helped me to accept the grace and privilege of artistic license, objective assessment, and the courage needed to put pen and plan into action for volume 2 of a life well lived.  Editing one’s life is such an opportunity of grace.

Here’s my point on Perspective:  Each of us from time to time; be it hourly, daily, monthly or annually, must deliberately take honest assessment of our lives.  We must rise above, step back, pause and wait, seek and find, quiet our mind and focus all our energy on a new and honest view of our life.  Thereby giving rise to adaptations, adjustments, edits, or all out renovation and remodel of our life’s story line – ultimately leading to a conclusion for the better, which is actually not a conclusion, but a further extension toward an ever increasing life in the Spirit.  I am very grateful that at this present time, God’s grace caught me up short and has directed me or privileged me to live such an opportunity as this.

You may not be able to take a few weeks away from your daily grind, but the things you can have are a will and passion to continue gaining Perspective on all in heaven and on earth.  Now is the time for each of us to move from the micro to the macro Perspective.  But take caution, rapid or impulsive actions in one direction or another, must always be weighed by the Word and Voice of the Spirit within.

Perspective – we all need more of it!  

Castles and Covenants

I woke up this morning with a bit of wonder in my heart.  I wondered about the difference between Castles and Covenants?

It seems the differences are these: one is visible one is not.  One is made of stone the other of blood.  One represents fear and isolation the other represents assurance and inclusion.

I suppose I could go on and on with these differences, but I believe the truth to be found in this very moment is based upon one single factor: love.

Albeit love itself is invisible, it covers as if it’s visible.  It may not always be seen, but it is permanent and eternal.

As I proceed with my life, my hope is this: That I will no longer seek the shelter of a castle made of stone, but that I would seek the assurance and inclusion of a covenant not seen with the naked eye, but known in the hearts of all who’ve found shelter there.

Castles tend to be built upon a fixed geographic foundations.  Covenants on the other hand, are built upon a foundation that is transcending and without fixed location.  And that my friend, is often very hard to understand or even accept, in a world where we were taught of stability and longevity, based upon the things we can see and not upon things we can’t.

I’ll be meditating upon the idea of Castles and Covenants.  More to come!

  

In a Dyslexic Universe

Earlier today, I lived a common routine.  Me eating my oatmeal breakfast as my dog humbly waited at my feet.  Not out of the ordinary for any dog people out there.  As she looked up at me, with the eyes only a devoted family member could give, I thought about God for a moment.

I’ve heard it said that the dyslexic atheist said; “There is no Dog!”  And to that I’d say you’ve not experienced Dog for yourself.  I actually believe in things beyond myself and beyond what I can see with my naked eye.  And I further more believe, like my dog, God must be experienced on a personal basis, to even begin to grasp the power, majesty and eternal love He exudes.

Like my dog, you may not know her, but I can tell you she has a tender soul.  She is devoted and loves unconditionally, even when I’ve been a rascal towards her or neglected her for hours at a time; she still loves me.  And some would say it’s because she knows who fills her bowl with chow.  I say different.

In a Dyslexic Universe, everything tends to be reversed, but is no less real.

As you seek to know God from the scriptures, or even from personal spirit interface, there is one thing that for many of us becomes a noticeable conundrum.

From the beginning God said, yes you may, but no don’t.  God said, go, but don’t.  He said, live, but you must die.  If you live by the sword, you’ll die by the sword, but carry one anyway.  He said, “I AM”, and you’re not, but you can be in Me and I in you.  He said, let there be light, and there was, but also that from darkness, light would emerge.  He said, nothing shall be impossible for you, yet all things are impossible without Him.  He said, His desire is that all be saved, yet few will be.

Maybe you didn’t catch, the language of God, but I did.  In a transient universe that is ever expanding, He says all spirit and matter lasts forever, but an end to all will soon come.  Confusing?  Only to those who know not Dog.

When I looked into the eyes of my dog today, I was reminded of how complex the things of God really are and how some days I don’t have a clue, but other days something hooks my soul and I just get it.  When I have those moments of uncertainty, that are likely to be proprietary to me alone, I speak out into the air that appears to have no one there, but I know I am heard.  And I listen for that Voice.

I am convinced my dog has ESP.  Or at least she is convinced she does.  But in the long standing debate, whether dogs can communicate with humans or not, I believe they can.  I believe I’m linked to all creation, and from time to time I grown with it, as I await the arrival of the sons and daughters of God; or my own confirmation of such a noble title.

The next time you think there’s no God, look into the eyes of your dog and stop to consider what’s going on in the heart and mind of such a devoted one.  Just an animal?  I think not.  I think not.

A Good Betrayal

Many months ago, maybe even a few years ago, I came to a conclusion in my life.  It was a conclusion that led me to a better understanding, but not always a better outcome, at least at first.  That conclusion was this; To live in truth you must betray error.

Let that soak in for a moment.  The betrayal of error may initially sound simple and quite Christian in nature, unless the bulk of what influences us are lies believed to be true about ourselves, God and others.   Put it this way, for me to betray error in myself, I must be willing to accept the fact that error or lies and deception may have been woven into my very being, my very life context.

Born again, saved and sanctified by the blood of Jesus, does not immediately expel error or blindness.  Now granted, I know some people, who’ve had power encounters with the Living God and they come away like a completely different person, but their number are few.  As it stands, most of the people I know who’ve encountered God in a saving manner through Jesus Christ seem to take months, years and even a lifetime to arrive at the place of living fully in the image of God here on earth.

Please don’t get me wrong, I’m not suggesting that God is unable, nor His Spirit and Word powerful enough to bring about progressive and permanent change, but one key component in this process becomes the fulcrum on which the entire transformation rests.  That is the fulcrum of my will released to His will.

It is my decision, a decision of the heart and will that says; “I’m ready to recognize and betray the errors I’ve believed”.  The errors or lies I’ve lived.  All of which may sound simple, but often it’s not.  I should say, the process of freedom and truth is easy, but arriving at the point of being ready to face down lies with truth, can take time.

If my eyes have been opened to the powerful truth and grace that comes alone from God through faith in Jesus Christ; then I daily stand at a fork in the road.  I must daily engage my will and decide that I will pursue truth over error, at all cost.

When that choice is set before me, to choose life or death, death tends to look more appealing.  Appealing in the sense that my flesh sees it’s choices through the eyes of lies and error, and so death masquerades as viable life.  And when truth and life are presented, the flesh often becomes suspect or paranoid or mistrusting of life and truth.   Therein lays the struggle, but that struggle must be waged if freedom and peace are to come.

If I really desire to live in truth, to face the mirror of self and to surrender my will to His, I must betray error!  I must become the corporate whistle blower of my soul.  I must become the fearless tattletale willing to stand against all odds that mask lies believed to be true.

The only way for me to live, day in and day out in truth, is to betray everything that is erroneous and stand alone if necessary on the grace and truth He alone can provide.  And that’s not always easy, but it is doable.

To live in truth you must betray error.

Just Me!

When I was young, (younger than 51) I somehow believed that my well-being was subject to someone else.  You know, like the government, the district office, my church, my family and oh yeah, loved ones.  But can you guess what?  I was wrong.

Oh yes, I can quote the passages from scripture that show our need for each other, our need not to seek independence from other organs in the Body, but this thing is way different.  This is about what Jesus died for.  This is about, why He came.  It’s about the one on one connection between me and Him.  The connection that can’t be found elsewhere; nor can it be blamed or gleaned from elsewhere.  It must come from Him the Author of Life.  My life.  Your life.  Our Life in Him.

When it comes to making a commitment to jump from a bridge with a bungee cord tied to your ankles, you really need to trust the one who ties the knot.  And I’m not sure if I know the guy who’s tying the knot.  I mean, maybe he wasn’t a Royal Ranger?  Maybe he never knew how to tie a clove hitch or whatever?  Can we trust the one who ties the knot of our faith?  Can we trust the one who tells us it’s okay to jump and don’t worry?

Seriously, were they there for the quiz on Wednesday night?  When we tested on knots?  Wow???  I’m not sure.

When I finally do decide to bungee jump, or base-jump from the Seattle Space Needle, I swear I’ll know who packed my parachute or who tied my cords.

Just today, my daughter said something about base-jumping from the bell tower above our old 100 year old church.  Now I’ve never base jumped but, 65 feet just isn’t enough.  J

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The First Night Out

I had this amazing wave hit me earlier today.  It was a moderate sense of foreboding, maybe even some holy fear?  I was meditating on Kingdom warfare, listening to a bit of Switchfoot (you know those music cycles you get into), and contemplating the unseen combat we all experience, often and even unbeknownst to us.

As I was musing about these matters, I had this vision of the Garden of Eden, Adam and Eve, and night was falling.  As I held that picture in my mind, I saw in a panoramic way, what appeared to be a beautiful track of land.  Lush vegetation, thick like a rain forest and picturesque mountain tops peeking out above the tree tops.  The Garden of Eden, of course!

Yet what immediately became unsettling was the fact that the picture, looked as if someone had turned down the lights.  It looked as if dark storm clouds were hovering over the entire area.  No sun was shining, and very gusty winds were bending trees low.  It made me feel like I did when I first saw Dorothy trying to get back to her aunt and uncles place, while the twister bobbed and weaved in the black and white background.  I sensed panic and futility.

It was Eden.  It was Adam and Eve.  It was The First Night Out of the confines of God’s protection and presence.  It the first time they cowered alone.  It was the first time they heard the fearful sound of wind, night creatures, and yes even muffled growls of now hungry carnivores.  Not to mention, their sense of darkness was now different.  Never before had they been alone in the dark, not knowing what the tortured days ahead would bring.  Wow!  What a heavy and fearful time that must have been.

Now jump ahead many thousands of years to June 13, 2012.  At this present moment, even at this very hour, we live with the undercurrent of isolation and abandonment.  Oh I’m sure we’ve never really considered its origin nor outcome, but it quietly hums in the back of everyone’s mind.  Some more than others, but all can feel it.

The First Night Out of the garden must have been so terrifying.  Even beyond imagination.  And the reason most of us can’t even touch with our imagination this moment of pain and fear, is because it’s been in our DNA from that moment.  It’s been woven into our consciousness and our sub consciousness.  It’s become such a familiar component of who we are as humans; some have hypothesized that it’s evolutionary survival of the fittest.  I disagree.

For the very life of me I cannot imagine what that couple felt the night after their eviction from their safe and beautiful home.  I know that underlying feeling is built into all humans, but man.  That first night must have been such a precursor to hell, I shudder to think how they really felt.

Here’s my point: That undercurrent of fear and abandonment, can be overrode with a genuinely powerful experience in His presence.  No longer do we have to be governed by that creepy sense that we’re somehow all alone and without a Fathers helping hand.

Oh granted, we still labor because of the curse placed upon this earth.  There still are thorns, thistles, carnivores, blood, sweat and tears affecting our very lives and each days harvest, but we ARE NOT ALONE!  We are not cowering under the fear of storms unknown, and recourses yet found!

By no means whatsoever are we left for total self-reliance.  We have an advocate.  We have a counselor and friend.  We have tools, keys and even weapons at our disposal.  We have promises that are yes and amen, in Christ Jesus.  We above all creation have a HOPE.  We have a Voice that calms the wind and waves.  We have a means by which we access all that is good and right.  We have a Savior and Lord.

I’m so thankful that vision is no longer a reality.  No more are we huddled under the shelter of a bush, cowering in fear as to what our Father may be thinking or doing, nor are we at risk from a creation gone rogue.  On the contrary!

We are free, safe and well provided for in the aftermath of the worst eviction even known to humankind.  I for one am glad it’s no longer The First Night Out of the garden.  I’m grateful that another story has been written and lived out in the person of Jesus Christ, and I as the object of His love can write and live the next chapter of a story that ends well.

Amen.

Window Pains

It’s curious how MS Windows and Apple’s Macintosh GUI concepts changed communication and how we engage with machines and other humans outside of our 15” LCD screens.  Millions of people, well frankly billions of people every day, turn on their computers or their media devices and click, page, scroll and swipe their way from window to window, searching for business information, entertainment and yes even social relationships – all of which can become dangerously addictive.

Proverbs 29:18a says; “Where there is no vision, the people perish.”  I like the King James Version of this passage because I think “perish” is ultimately what happens to us when we do not see as God sees.  Unless you were born blind or suffered an injury or disease that rendered you blind, all of us no matter how myopic we may be – see something.  We all have vision.

Albeit my vision isn’t what it used to be, I now use bifocals and actually need a new prescription even as I type and squint.  But regardless how many more checkups and new prescriptions, I still have vision.  And I am grateful every day I wake and reach over to find my friendly black Ray Bans sitting on the night stand.  With my glasses I can better interface with the world around me.  I can use my vision to actually live life.

I had this thought yesterday.  Windows are a nice feature to have in a home.  They’re a nice feature to have on the front of a store so passersby can window shop.  They’re very nice if you’re fortunate enough to have one in your prison cell, I guess many don’t.

Yet if I could find one thing not good about windows it’s the fact that when you are inside and want to be outside and cannot get there, the window is simply a means by which your tortured desires are held at bay.  That’s really why I don’t do the Mall thing unless I absolutely have a specific piece of merchandise I’m going to purchase.  I don’t like browsing and looking at stuff I cannot afford.  I don’t like to torment or tempt myself.  There’s just no reason for doing such a thing, in my opinion.

My point is this: Windows can be good, because they allow for glorious views of a beautiful world beyond that where we stand.  Yet windows, like any vehicle for vision can become painful reminders of the things just beyond our reach.  Those things beyond the glass that may never be reached or even touch.

Now granted, most of us, upon seeing something of interest or desire beyond the glass, we simply find a door and go engage the images as seen beyond the glare.  For most of us, we don’t think twice or even consider Window Pains; the pain of something outside your grasp.

These pains are produced when vision is unfulfilled.  These pains are ones felt when a God breathed vision is delayed by the dereliction of human indecision or ill-decision.  These Window Pains are what drove Abraham and Sarah to crash the glass of God’s time table and act upon impulse to actuate what clearly became painful and sublime.  Although God promised, the waiting became the glass that separated them from their lofty desires.  Window Pains are when we’ve seen the Promised Land but have a Jordan deep and wide between us and the bank of desire.

If we’re not careful, Window Pains can mask the alternative – that is death.  God has told us that without vision, a divine revelation, heavenly view of life, or a seeing-things-as-He-sees-them outlook; we run like blind men through a wooded glen.  It’s dangerous and often deadly.  Frankly, if we refuse to see things God’s way, we will ultimately and eternally die.  Oh we may not know it right away, but we perish nonetheless.

As we look out of the windows of our life, as we look to the ever changing horizon of our vision, may we understand that Window Pains are just part of the journey.  Having His promises delayed, may bring a measure of pain, Window Pains, as we look out to what we believe is ours yet not received.  We reach and can’t touch.  We see but can’t know.

Window Pains; it’s what Proverbs 13:12 describes.  When hope is deferred, the heart gets a sick feeling.  But when desire and longing of His greater good for our lives is fulfilled, it’s like a tree of life.  It’s a place where pain abates and gain awaits.  It’s a place of peace and satisfaction.

The next time you feel some Window Pains, know that it’s all part of His plan.  It’s all part of the process of growth and obedience.  In the moment of Window Pains, know that Father knows best.  All pain will cease as we finally encounter the truth of connection – in His perfect time.

Window Pains?  We all have them!