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Being set apart - A call to Holiness

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about what it means to be set apart for God and how all of us Christians are set apart for God.  I've thought about how I started the race well as a child, having been confident of my faith and committed to living differently as described in the Bible. 

Then considered how my teenage years I gave into pressures to "conform to the world."  It was in little ways that I gave in - telling a dirty joke, laughing when I shouldn't, and wearing "attractive" clothes.  I remember hearing my grandmother say on multiple occasions, "what is so bad about being a nerd?" 

Then in college, I chose to be set apart by joining other Christians at a Christian college. I had hoped to be humbled by having others around me of deep faith.  Instead what I discovered were things that I didn't like about Christians.  Yes, I was blessed my first couple of years in a cocoon of growth, but in the later years I began to question C…

Another Poem: Distant Glow of God's Rays

There is none like You.
There is nothing in all of Creation
that compares to You.
When I reflect upon Your greatness
the things of this world look dull,
even life itself - a shadow.
Your glory is so bright
and we live in the distant glow
of your rays.
How amazing You are,
O God!
Oh, what it will be like
to stand, or kneel,
or even fall
in the full presence
of Your grace!

Amen.

Billowing Light - an attempt at poetry

So, I don't write poetry often, but observing the pattern of the week and the weather outside, I felt compelled to write.

I feel the raindrops swelling on my eyes.
I see the green waves flowing over high.
I see the mountain breath crisping in the air.
And I feel the drowned out cloud of despair.

Yet I stand here
Not yet alone.
God's grace billows
a soft blue tone.
My heart quickens beat
as the light does not retreat
....

and the dish runs away with the spoon....

Okay, this is where I am stuck - on the very last line.

how about

and angelic whispers remind me of home.

So....

I feel the raindrops swelling on my eyes.
I see the green waves flowing over high.
I see the mountain breath crisping in the air.
And I feel the drowned out cloud of despair.

Yet I stand here
Not yet alone.
God's grace billows
a soft blue tone.
My heart quickens beat
as the light does not retreat.
And angelic whispers remind me of home.