The Holy Eternal “Child at Heart”

G.K Chesterton – Orthodoxy
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It is supposed,

that if a thing goes on

repeating itself
repeating itself
repeating itself
repeating itself
repeating itself
repeating itself
repeating itself

It is probably dead.

A piece of clock work.

 

 

 

 

People feel that if the universe was personal

it would


vaRy
If the sun were alive it would dance
(they figure)

 

 

 

 

 

This is a fallacy, even in relation to known fact.

For the variation in human affairs is brought into them,

not by

life,

But by death.

 

 

 

 

By the dying down or the breaking off of their strength or desire.

A man varies his movement because of some slight element of failure or fatigue.

He chooses transportation, because he is tired of walking.

Or he walks because he is tired of sitting still.

But if his life and joy were so

GIGANTIC

that he never tired of going to the same destination

He might go there as regularly as it’s natives.

 

 

 

 

 

The very speed and ecstasy of his life would have the stillness of death.

The sun rises every morning

I… do not rise every morning.

But the variation is due not to my activity,

but to my inaction.

 

 

 

 

 

Now to put the matter in a popular phrase:

It might be true that the sun rises regularly

because it never gets tired of rising.

It’s routine might be due,

not to a lifelessness,

But to a RUSH of life!

 

 

 

 

 

 

The thing I mean can be seen in children.

When they find some game or joke that they especially enjoy.

A child kicks his legs rthymically through excess

not absence of life.

Because children have abounding

VI-TAL-I-TY

Because they are, in spirit, fierce and

FREE!

 

 

 

 

 

Therefore they want things repeated and un-changed

They always say:

“Do it again.”

And the grown up person does it again until he or she is nearly exhausted

For grown up people are not strong enough to find joy in monotony

(Monotony – lack of variety; tedious, repetitive and routine)

But perhaps God is…..

 

 

 

 

It is possible, that God says every morning:

“Do it again!”

to the sun

and every evening,

“Do it again!”
to the moon

 

 

 

 

 

It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike

It may be that God makes every daisy separately,

But has never gotten tired of making them.

 

 

 

 

It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy

 

 

For we all have sinned and grown old.

 

 

And our Father is younger than we.

G.K Chesterton

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Identifying the Struggles of the Post Modern World

“Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of – throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.”

C.S. Lewis

Human wisdom apart from God has left humanity at it’s core – empty – endlessly searching to fill a void that only He alone is great enough to fill. Yet the breakdown in our society’s reasoning has lent to confuse the issue further by not only disassembling the logic, but attempting to attack the hope, faith, and love that is required to bring us back to that place of true understanding.

In the 1950’s,
kids lost their innocence. They were liberated from their parents by well paying jobs, cars and lyrics of music that gave rise to a new term: “The Generation Gap”

The Generation Gap is a term popularized in Western countries referring to the differences between people of younger generations and their elders, especially between children and their parents. It might be summarized as the differences in language, for the younger generation developed slang languages, instead of using formal language. It might also be the difference in appearance, or even technology, for most of the things we carry today are things that weren’t present in the past.

In the 1960’s,
kids lost their authority. It was the decade of protest; church, state, and parents were all called into question and found wanting. Their authority was rejected, yet nothing ever replaced it

In the 1970’s,
kids lost their love. IT was the decade of “me-ism”, dominted by hyphenated words beginning with “self”. Self-image, self-esteem, self-assertion. It actually made for a very lonely world. Kid’s learned everything there was to know about sex, forgot everything there was to know about love, and few had the nerve to tell them that there was indeed a difference.

In the 1980’s,
kids lost their hope. Stripped of innocence, authority, and love and plagued by the horror of a nuclear nightmare, large and growing numbers of this generation have stopped beleiving in the future

Unknown Author

 

In the 1990’s,
kids lost themselves. trapped in a virtual world of their own, away from voices and from touch, they talk and feel now in cyber space, having personalized objects and absolutely subjectivizing reality

Ravi Zacharias

Subjective – means based on or influenced by personal feelings, tastes, or opinions.
Objective – not influenced by personal feelings or opinions in considering and representing facts

The entire panorama of ‘objective truth’, is now reduced in this post modern world to what “I” think, how “I” feel, and how “I” can strip this world of truth, meaning, and objectivity and still lay claim to being right

Postmodernism is a late 20th century movement in the arts, literature, and criticism that was a departure from modernism. Postmodernism includes skeptical interpretations of culture, literature, art, philosophy, history, economics, architecture, fiction, and literary criticism.

In the simplicity but depth that carries from absolute truth, the apostle John was able to capture the words of Jesus Christ whom he walked with, in a rather profound statement, and is the heart of the Gospel message and give the ultimate significance to Jesus’s life, death on the cross, and resurrection from the grave. It’s a statement that we can only either accept or reject, but we cannot pervert it’s meaning, and we cannot have both…

Jesus answered, “I am the way, the truth, and the life
No one comes to the Father except through me
John 14:6

Simply put: it doesn’t get clearer than that

“I am trying here to prevent anyone saying the really foolish thing that people often say about Him: I’m ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I don’t accept his claim to be God. That is the one thing we must not say. A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic — on the level with the man who says he is a poached egg — or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God, or else a madman or something worse. You can shut him up for a fool, you can spit at him and kill him as a demon or you can fall at his feet and call him Lord and God, but let us not come with any patronizing nonsense about his being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to.”

C.S Lewis

 

 

 

In the Lord I take refuge.
How then can you say to me:
“Flee like a bird to your mountain.

For look, the wicked bend their bows;

they set their arrows against the strings
to shoot from the shadows
at the upright in heart.

When the foundations are being destroyed,

what can the righteous do?”

The Lord is in his holy temple;

the Lord is on his heavenly throne.
He observes everyone on earth;
his eyes examine them.

The Lord examines the righteous,

but the wicked, those who love violence,
he hates with a passion.
On the wicked he will rain
fiery coals and burning sulfur;
a scorching wind will be their lot.

For the Lord is righteous,
he loves justice;
the upright will see his face
Psalm 11:1-7

The Hound of Heaven – By Francis Thompson

I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
Of my own mind; and in the midst of tears
I hid from Him, and under running laughter.
Up vistaed hopes I sped;
And shot, precipitated,
Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears,
From those strong Feet that followed, followed after.
But with unhurrying chase,
And unperturbèd pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
They beat—and a Voice beat
More instant than the Feet—
‘All things betray thee, who betrayest Me’.

I pleaded, outlaw-wise,
By many a hearted casement, curtained red,
Trellised with intertwining charities;
(For, though I knew His love Who followed,
Yet was I sore adread
Lest, having Him, I must have naught beside.)
But, if one little casement parted wide,
The gust of His approach would clash it to:
Fear wist not to evade, as Love wist to pursue.
Across the margent of the world I fled,
And troubled the gold gateway of the stars,
Smiting for shelter on their clanged bars;
Fretted to dulcet jars
And silvern chatter the pale ports o’ the moon.
I said to Dawn: Be sudden—to Eve: Be soon;
With thy young skiey blossom heap me over
From this tremendous Lover—
Float thy vague veil about me, lest He see!
I tempted all His servitors, but to find
My own betrayal in their constancy,
In faith to Him their fickleness to me,
Their traitorous trueness, and their loyal deceit.
To all swift things for swiftness did I sue;
Clung to the whistling mane of every wind.
But whether they swept, smoothly fleet,
The long savannahs of the blue;
Or, whether, Thunder-driven,
They clanged his chariot ‘thwart a heaven,
Plashy with flying lightnings round the spurn o’ their feet:—
Fear wist not to evade as Love wist to pursue.
Still with unhurrying chase,
And unperturbed pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
Came on the following Feet,
And a Voice above their beat—
‘Naught shelters thee, who wilt not shelter Me.’

I sought no more after that which I strayed
In face of man or maid;
But still within the little children’s eyes
Seems something, something that replies,
They at least are for me, surely for me!

I turned me to them very wistfully;
But just as their young eyes grew sudden fair
With dawning answers there,
Their angel plucked them from me by the hair.
Come then, ye other children, Nature’s—share
With me’ (said I) ‘your delicate fellowship;
Let me greet you lip to lip,
Let me twine with you caresses,
Wantoning
With our Lady-Mother’s vagrant tresses,
Banqueting
With her in her wind-walled palace,
Underneath her azured dais,
Quaffing, as your taintless way is,
From a chalice
Lucent-weeping out of the dayspring.’
So it was done:
I in their delicate fellowship was one—

Drew the bolt of Nature’s secrecies.
I knew all the swift importings
On the wilful face of skies;
I knew how the clouds arise
Spumèd of the wild sea-snortings;
All that’s born or dies
Rose and drooped with; made them shapers
Of mine own moods, or wailful divine;
With them joyed and was bereaven.
I was heavy with the even,
When she lit her glimmering tapers
Round the day’s dead sanctities.
I laughed in the morning’s eyes.
I triumphed and I saddened with all weather,
Heaven and I wept together,
And its sweet tears were salt with mortal mine:
Against the red throb of its sunset-heart
I laid my own to beat,
And share commingling heat;
But not by that, by that, was eased my human smart.
In vain my tears were wet on Heaven’s grey cheek.
For ah! we know not what each other says,
These things and I; in sound I speak—
Their sound is but their stir, they speak by silences.

Nature, poor stepdame, cannot slake my drouth;
Let her, if she would owe me,
Drop yon blue bosom-veil of sky, and show me
The breasts o’ her tenderness:
Never did any milk of hers once bless
My thirsting mouth.
Nigh and nigh draws the chase,
With unperturbed pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy;
And past those noisèd Feet
A voice comes yet more fleet—
‘Lo! naught contents thee, who content’st not Me.’

Naked I wait Thy love’s uplifted stroke!
My harness piece by piece Thou has hewn from me,
And smitten me to my knee;
I am defenceless utterly.
I slept, me thinks, and woke,
And, slowly gazing, find me stripped in sleep.
In the rash lustihead of my young powers,
I shook the pillaring hours
And pulled my life upon me; grimed with smears,
I stand amidst the dust o’ the mounded years—
My mangled youth lies dead beneath the heap.
My days have crackled and gone up in smoke,
Have puffed and burst as sun-starts on a stream.
Yea, faileth now even dream
The dreamer, and the lute the lutanist;
Even the linked fantasies, in whose blossomy twist
I swung the earth a trinket at my wrist,
Are yielding; cords of all too weak account
For earth with heavy griefs so overplussed.
Ah! is Thy love indeed
A weed, albeit an amarinthine weed,
Suffering no flowers except its own to mount?
Ah! must—
Designer infinite!—
Ah! must Thou char the wood ere Thou canst limn with it?
My freshness spent its wavering shower i’ the dust;
And now my heart is as a broken fount,
Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever
From the dank thoughts that shiver
Upon the sighful branches of my mind.
Such is; what is to be?
The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind?
I dimly guess what Time in mists confounds;
Yet ever and anon a trumpet sounds
From the hid battlements of Eternity;
Those shaken mists a space unsettle, then
Round the half-glimpsed turrets slowly wash again.
 But not ere him who summoneth
 I first have seen, enwound
With glooming robes purpureal, cypress-crowned;
His name I know and what his trumpet saith.
Whether man’s heart or life it be which yields
Thee harvest, must Thy harvest-fields
Be dunged with rotten death?

Now of that long pursuit
Comes on at hand the bruit;
That Voice is round me like a bursting sea:
‘And is thy earth so marred,
Shattered in shard on shard?
Lo, all things fly thee, for thou fliest Me!

‘Strange, piteous, futile thing!
Wherefore should any set thee love apart?
Seeing none but I makes much of naught’ (He said),
‘And human love needs human meriting:
How hast thou merited—
Of all man’s clotted clay the dingiest clot?
Alack, thou knowest not
How little worthy of any love thou art!
Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee,
Save Me, save only Me?
All which I took from thee I did but take,
Not for thy harms,
But just that thou might’st seek it in My arms.
All which thy child’s mistake
Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home:
Rise, clasp My hand, and come!’

Halts by me that footfall:
Is my gloom, after all,
Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly?
‘Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest,
I am He Whom thou seekest!
Thou dravest love from thee, who dravest Me.

 

By Francis Thompson

 

Be still and know He is God

Last week Wednesday, I had an appointment first thing in the morning. On Tuesday night I set my alarm so that I would wake up on time for it before I went to sleep. The next morning I woke up at exactly the time I set the alarm for, but one thing was weird about it…. The alarm didn’t go off…

As I began my day brushing my teeth and taking a shower to get ready, I realized, “Hey, my alarm clock never went off. I probably set it for the wrong time. I better go take it off before it goes off all day”

By the time I finished getting ready and left the house, I completely forgot to check the alarm. So I just continued on with my day.

Although I woke up on time, I was running a bit late for my first appointment, but this peace went with me that kept me from being anxious about anything. When I made it there, I found that I hadn’t missed anything and it was totally fine that I was a bit late.

I then went on to work, got everything still completed on time which allowed me to leave work on time too, which was super awesome because on Wednesday’s, I try to get in an hour workout before heading off to Bible studies at 7pm.

All I had to do was go home straight from work, and everything would work out fine

Except….. I fell asleep on the bus and missed my stop and ended up at Square One mall

Now, it’s funny, because it’s been my past experience that whenever I fall asleep on the bus, but have somewhere to go, it’s like these angels who go with me everywhere always find a way to wake me up just before my stop. Sometimes it comes in the form of someone bumping me, or I’ve even had something as weird as my own finger poke me in my face (while I was totally asleep mind you) waking me up at the exact time I needed to get up for my stop.

Since that didn’t happen today, I was curious why it didn’t happen. I began to pray “Lord, what are you trying to show me?”

As I got onto a connecting bus to go home, there was a young lady from our youth group that happened to be on the same bus. She’s in high school and was coming from her first co-op placement job. I got to share with her an awesome testimony I remembered of how God helped me in my first job even before I knew who He was.

Finally, I got off at my stop and began on my way, just a street away from home. Then I remembered… “Hey, that alarm clock must’ve been going off all day! I better go take it off”

When I got home, to my surprise, the house was completely silent.

Now when I come home and go down into the basement, I normally put my keys down on the same stand that has my alarm clock. As I proceeded down the stairs in the dark, I got to the stand, and placed my keys on it, and at that very moment , the alarm clock went off!!!

Completely surprised, I began to ask the Lord, “What do these things mean Lord?”

He said: “I AM the beginning and the end. Even before you make your plans, I know what plans you will make. And even though you make your plans, it is always my plans that will prevail for your life! From the beginning of each day, til the end of each day, I AM in control”

I bowed before the Lord just overwhelmed by His majestic awesomeness as the reality of His presence sank in.

Those who commit their day and all their plans into the hands of the Lord, will go about their day knowing that no matter what happens, God is in charge. Our peace, no matter what may come our way throughout each day, is the witness that we have trusted in His leading by the Holy Spirit

 

The steps of a man are established by the Lord, And He delights in his way.
Psalm 37:23

 

 

Hillsong – Still
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z3wwWFsSlNQ

 


God bless,

The Hound of Heaven – A Modern Adaptation

This adaptation is based on an autobiographical poem written over a hundred years ago by Francis Thompson.

A destitute, misfit addicted to opium, he wandered London’s streets until a publisher read some of his poetry on grimy paper.

It resulted in a deep friendship that guided Thompson’s redemptive journey of healing to a remote monastery near England’s southern coast.

As the monks kind care and the refreshing countryside helped restore his strength, the poet’s heart began to flow.

Thompson’s pen poured forth a poetic masterpiece about being utterly, completely lost, but relentlessly pursued by God… and finally found.

Thompson’s timeless classic “The Hound Of Heaven” has touched the hearts and lives of countless readers ever since,

 

 

The Hound of Heaven

http://vimeo.com/89705938

 

 

 

When Jesus told his followers how much we all need God’s love, it was not a theological treatise. Instead, he told a story: “There once was a man who had two sons…” The simplicity of this famous parable belies some richly profound truths. The story Francis Thompson tells in his classic poem The Hound of Heaven works in exactly this way-stirring our hearts with a yearning we may not fully understand. Something comes through the poem that we cannot quite put our finger on…

God bless you richly,

 

 

 

Warfare Prayer – Take Up Your Sword!

 

Heavenly Father, I pray this prayer in the power of the Holy Spirit, and in the name of Your Son Jesus Christ who shed His blood to redeem us from the curse of the law, and to save us from death, hell and the grave.
I claim Matthew. 16: 19. That we have the keys to the Kingdom of Heaven, which gives us the Authority to bind and to loose.  That whatever we bind on earth is bound in Heaven.  And whatever we loose on earth is loosed in Heaven.

I Bind, Rebuke and bring to no effect:

 

All division, discord and disunity…
All rebellion, disobedience, confusion and disorder…
All strife, anger, wrath, murder, hatred and violence…
All criticism, condemnation, vain- glory, envying, jealousy and gossip…
All slander, evil speaking and filthy communication out of any mouth…
All lying, hindering spirits…    All retaliatory spirits…
All deceiving and scorning spirits… All spirits of divination…
All false teaching, false gifts, manifestations, all lying signs and wonders…
All poverty, lack or want and fear of lack…
All murmuring and complaining spirits, all seducing spirits, all spirits of the anti- Christ, all occult and witchcraft spirits… All spirits of false witness and fault- finding
I bind and rebuke the spirits of jezebel, Ahab, Absalom, Cain, Korah, Ashtoreth…

I break all curses that have been placed on us the children of God
I break the power of negative words and attitudes coming out of the mouths of people.
I break all generational curses and diseases to the tenth generation.
I come against all strongholds that bind up the people.
I break and render useless all prayers not inspired by the Holy Spirit, whether psychic, soul force, witchcraft or counterfeit tongues that has been placed against me.
I am free from all demonic forces, and whom the Son sets free is free indeed!
I submit myself to God, I will resist the devil and he must flee.
For no weapon formed against me shall prosper, and every tongue that speaks against me, you shall condemn.  I put on the whole armor of God.
Your word says that the steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord:
The Holy Spirit guides me into all truth.  I discern between the righteous and the wicked, between those that serve God and those that do not.
I take authority over this day in the name of Jesus. Let it be prosperous for me, let me walk in your love with compassion for my fellow man, and show forth your glory in the earth. I take authority over satan and all of his demons and those people that are influenced by them.  I declare that the devil is under my feet and shall remain there throughout this day.  I plead the blood of Jesus over every area of my life, and that of my family’s lives.  I claim household salvation.
I declare that I walk by Faith and not by sight, and that God will keep me in perfect peace as I keep my mind stayed upon Him
I declare unity in our church in Christ Jesus.  I close the doors that was open to give legal right to any spirit or demon…
And I loose the Spirit of God to overcome every evil force.
In Jesus’ name I pray,
Amen

 

 

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