Archive for the 'Heaven' Category

23
Nov
07

Thankful for the Hope of Heaven

It’s been a really tough year, as you can guess from many of the posts here. But this Thanksgiving I am reminded that I have so many things for which to be thankful. God has blessed me with a wonderful family, and some good friends. But mostly I am thankful that this world is not all we have to look forward to. I am thankful that Jesus has taken my sin and given me his righteousness. I am thankful that God has given us a love that knows no bounds!

I was just listening to this song by Rich Mullins today, and it made me feel very thankful for God’s unfailing love.

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A Love that Knows No Bounds
by Rich Mullins

Deep calls to deep
And all that we need
Has been lost in what we’ve found
And all we shall be
Is growing by leaps
In a love that knows no bounds

And we will rise on spirit wings
When we wake from earthen dreams

Time ticks away
Night after day
‘Til the clock comes unwound
With all we shall be
Still growing by leaps
In a love that knows no bounds

And we will wake from earthen dreams
To rise on spirit wings

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27
Feb
07

Go the Other Way

I wonder what Robert Frosts poem would have been like if there had been a sign like this?
hard-times

Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.

The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 20

25
Feb
07

Make this soul sing

Thanks to my friend, Casey at “Faraway, So Close” for posting this video. The song seems particularly meaningful to me at this moment in my life. I feel the weight of my inability to be all that I need to be. I need to “fit”, I need to be made “clean”, and I need to feel my “soul sing”

“Take this soul
Stranded in some skin and bones
Take this soul
And make it sing”

I hopy you will enjoy the video as I did. It’s U2 performing the song Yahweh in Chicago.

Yahweh lyrics

Take these shoes
Click clacking down some dead end street
Take these shoes
And make them fit
Take this shirt
Polyester white trash made in nowhere
Take this shirt
And make it clean, clean
Take this soul
Stranded in some skin and bones
Take this soul
And make it sing

Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, Yahweh
Still I’m waiting for the dawn

Take these hands
Teach them what to carry
Take these hands
Don’t make a fist
Take this mouth
So quick to criticise
Take this mouth
Give it a kiss

Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, Yahweh
Still I’m waiting for the dawn

Still waiting for the dawn, the sun is coming up
The sun is coming up on the ocean
This love is like a drop in the ocean
This love is like a drop in the ocean

Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, tell me now
Why the dark before the dawn?

Take this city
A city should be shining on a hill
Take this city
If it be your will
What no man can own, no man can take
Take this heart
Take this heart
Take this heart
And make it break

23
Feb
07

. . . it’s love writing this story

I come back to this song often. I was listening to it this evening in the car. It’s a nice word picture of the sovreign hand of God, through hurts and challenges. I believe what the song says, but I can’t always see it. O, why can’t I see the hand of love mixing the mortar and stacking the stones? I guess the mixing and stacking isn’t a pleasant process.

Show The Way
from the album Live Songs and Stories

You say you see no hope, you say you see no reason
We should dream that the world would ever change
You’re saying love is foolish to believe
‘Cause there’ll always be some crazy with an Army or a Knife
To wake you from your day dream, put the fear back in your life…

Look, if someone wrote a play just to glorify
What’s stronger than hate, would they not arrange the stage
To look as if the hero came too late he’s almost in defeat
It’s looking like the Evil side will win, so on the Edge
Of every seat, from the moment that the whole thing begins

It is…

Love who mixed the mortar
And it’s love who stacked these stones
And it’s love who made the stage here
Although it looks like we’re alone
In this scene set in shadows
Like the night is here to stay
There is evil cast around us
But it’s love that wrote the play…
For in this darkness love can show the way

So now the stage is set. Feel you own heart beating
In your chest. This life’s not over yet.
so we get up on our feet and do our best. We play against the
Fear. We play against the reasons not to try
We’re playing for the tears burning in the happy angel’s eyes

For it’s…

© David Wilcox, all rights reserved

13
Feb
07

Stand on . . .

When we stand before God do we stand on our own faith? I hope not, because, if you’re like me there are days when you just don’t have the answers and there is doubt. And I just can’t make my belief cover my short comings. So when I stand before God if I stand at all it will be on His grace . . .

Shifting Sand by Caedmon’s Call

    Sometimes I believe all the lies
    So I can do the things I should despise
    And every day I am swayed
    By whatever is on my mind

      I hear it all depends on my faith
      So I’m feeling precarious
      The only problem I have with these mysteries
      Is they’re so mysterious

        And like a consumer I’ve been thinking
        If I could just get a bit more
        More than my 15 minutes of faith,
        Then I’d be secure

          My faith is like shifting sand
          Changed by every wave
          My faith is like shifting sand
          So I stand on grace

            I’ve begged you for some proof
            For my Thomas eyes to see
            A slithering staff, a leperous hand
            And lions resting lazily

              A glimpse of your back-side glory
              And this soaked altar going ablaze
              But you know I’ve seen so much
              I explained it away

                Waters rose as my doubts reigned
                My sand-castle faith, it slipped away
                Found myself standing on your grace
                It’d been there all the time

                  Stand on grace

                1. 09
                  Feb
                  07

                  we were meant for more!

                  “Creatures are not born with desires unless satisfaction for these desires exists. A baby feels hunger; well, there is such a thing as food. A duckling wants to swim; well, there is such a thing as water. Men feel sexual desire; well, there is such a thing as sex. If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.”

                  C. S. Lewis, Mere Christianity, Bk. III, chap. 10, “Hope”

                  Bertrand Russell wrote,

                  “The centre of me is always and eternally a terrible pain – a curious wild pain – a searching for something beyond what the world contains.”

                  St Augustine wrote,

                  “You made us for yourself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless till they rest in you.”

                  Blaise Pascal wrote in Pensees #425

                  “What else does this craving, and this helplessness, proclaim but that there was once in man a true happiness, of which all that now remains is the empty print and trace? This he tries in vain to fill with everything around him, seeking in things that are not there the help he cannot find in those that are, though none can help, since this infinite abyss can be filled only with an infinite and immutable object; in other words by God himself.”

                  What do you think, do you ever feel that there is more to this life?

                  07
                  Feb
                  07

                  Scream for Second Life!

                  I love this song! Have you ever felt that there just had to be more to life than what we see?

                  “Meant To Live” by Switchfoot

                  Fumbling his confidence
                  And wondering why the world has passed him by
                  Hoping that he’s meant for more than arguments
                  And failed attempts to fly, fly

                  We were meant to live for so much more
                  Have we lost ourselves?
                  Somewhere we live inside

                  Dreaming about Providence
                  And whether mice or men have second tries
                  Maybe we’ve been living with our eyes half open
                  Maybe we’re bent and broken, broken

                  We want more than this world’s got to offer
                  We want more than this world’s got to offer
                  We want more than the wars of our fathers
                  And everything inside screams for second life, yeah

                  We were meant to live for so much more
                  Have we lost ourselves?
                  We were meant to live for so much more
                  Have we lost ourselves?

                  We were meant to live for so much more
                  Have we lost ourselves?
                  We were meant to live
                  We were meant to live