Love Unyielding

A glorious morning is mine. It is but a simple Sunday morning, but already I feel the grace of the Lord this day as I have enjoyed so many fine little pleasures. Woke up at a nice and leisurely hour (comparatively to my normal) and as the sun was already peeking over the horizon, decided to get out of bed and enjoy a long pre-church time of rest and meditation. Well, I say that – but I also decided that a little errand run was important. Dashed off to bakery and got a fresh loaf of sourdough for the week and then went to grocery store for a few little items for macaroni salad contribution for tomorrow’s Monday Night dinner. Back home again, and back to reading and meditating.

How sweet have been these past few minutes. A good cup of strong black coffee. Listening to the ever lovely Beethoven’s Choral Fantasy. Reading in the Word – words of lamentation and of hope as I continue reading through Lamentations and relish the joy-streaked melancholy of Chapter 3 – surely one of the most beautiful chapters of Scripture there is. And then in Luke – onwards we march as we witness the continuing ministry of Jesus as he calls all to repentance. And then what an overwhelming story of love and compassion as he teaches in the synagogue and then notices a woman afflicted with a grievous ailment. She doesn’t say a word, she doesn’t cry out to him, she doesn’t put herself forward. Jesus looks, Jesus notices, Jesus calls to her to come. She comes to him and what does he do? Jesus places his hands on her and pronounces her free from her pain and suffering, free from the chains with which she was bound by Satan. Glory glory – hallelujah and all praise to Jesus King of kings and Lord of lords who is our Sovereign who also has the hands that heals. It is almost too much to consider this Jesus who looks to us and sees us suffering and calls us to him that we might know his healing hands. See those hands marked by the scars of mercy? Look upon Jesus, the one who calls to us to come to him and be forever free from our chains. I love to ponder and meditate on such. Balm for my soul this Sunday to consider the Jesus who has saved me from all my sins and called me into communion with God.

Ripples

A lovely evening to let my fingers play across the keys and imagine I hear the music. Perhaps faintly it is there, floating in the air on the other side of the pond. Do you hear it? I wish I could. Instead I sit here at the edge of the dock and wait for the first rays of moonlight. I suppose it wouldn’t be a bad thing to hear the voice of another, especially when now all I can hear are the recriminations playing on repeat. Maybe in a few minutes she’ll walk down and join me, even if it is a bit chilly this night. And we’ll talk about the things that stir the surface waters and she’ll give me a smile or two. And then if we feel like it the moment will grow wistful and I’ll gaze across the waters and then she will join and do the same. The times when we both in tandem look across the lake are the times when our minds tend to be most in sync and so then she (or I) will bring up the subject that is a bit further down yet no less potentially painful because of the depth at which it sits. It’s far too long since we’ve had a frank heart to heart, and maybe that’s the reason for the distances that now lingers between us in moments such as this. Oh come down my love and join me at the end of the dock. Let’s sit under moonlight and stars and share our deepest heartaches and linger in the intimacies in being truly known by the other. I will open up myself to you – will you not do the same? Listen to the piano and the sound the fingers make sweetly dancing hither and yon. I hear the music now and yes the footsteps nearing.

MKT

A lovely evening is at hand! Yes, the week has been long and tiring. Yes, it is now June and Houston is just loving getting back in the swing of summer dressed in all its torrid finery. Yes, work is hectic and the stress is starting to creep up and all the drama of office life is upon me. Yet. I cannot complain for I know the God who made me and the God who sustains me and every moment I breathe in I know it’s for the glory of the God who calls me his child. Joy fills my heart as I consider that I am beloved of God. What wonder, what bliss! All the fears and trials of the week fade away as I consider what it will someday be to look into my Saviour’s face. Someday comes.

A Place to Hang the Moon

One more book that I didn’t have time to review earlier!

38. The Sleepwalkers: How Europe Went to War in 1914 by Christopher Clark. A wonderful history read. For some reason I’ve been interested in WWI history lately, so this book hit the spot. A popular history, to be sure, but quite well researched (a note on that – I thought I still had a lot to read through when I hit the end notes – over a hundred pages of end-notes/citations!) For those who have studied up on WW1 and know all there is to know, this book probably isn’t adding much. But for the novice (such as myself), this book had so much in it that I’d never read or heard before. I will confess this one took me a bit to get through(think I’ve been working on it these past 2-3 months or so?), but that isn’t a bad thing. This book is dense and full of all the names and places and events and so as gripping as the subject is, it doesn’t lend to a quick read.

But what does this book focus on? It’s not about the war itself or the battles. Very little military dogma (though some obviously does come in as a discussion of larger strategy). Rather, this book is about the lead-up to the Great War, starting with events early in the 20th century and how Europe inexorably(?) sleepwalks(!) towards continental war. Each country gets focus sections and the author weaves together the threads of each country’s own dramas and motivations and how the seeming myopia of various actors contributes towards the muddle of European affairs and how things degenerate so tragically into interstate conflict. One of the questions everyone asks about WW1 is – who started it? Who is to blame? Who are the bad guys? While now the opinion is relatively common that WW1 was no one country’s fault – instead a rather tragic result of the mixture of the unwieldy alliance structure of Europe and the inflexible military doctrines of its players – still one wonders how Europe blundered into such a bloody morass. This book attempts to explain and though the author doesn’t quite present us with a neat and tidy conclusion – for any such attempt is folly – he does strive to show us how and why each state did what it did. Each state and its actors felt themselves constrained and forced along the path and that it was only the acts of other states that forced their hand. It’s remarkable how human a trait it is to always see the fault and assume the worst in the country across the table. I could attempt to spin my own thoughts together and come with a take, but I hesitate to tread where far greater minds have trod. I will say that while I understand why certain states did what they did, if I had to apportion blame (for truly, we all love to point the finger!), I would glare pointedly in the direction of both Austria-Hungary and Russia. Both of these states acted in ways that helped tip some of the initial dominoes that led so catastrophically to war, and did they have to? I would argue not, though again – I understand now better than I did before why. Russia in particular – oh Russia, why did you stir things up so? Yes, it’s easy to blame chaotic messy Serbia, but really – Russia should know better. But really, every nation shoulders its share of blame. It’s interesting reading this because while it’s easy to read some of the details of this history and assume war was inevitable, it appears as if conditions were actually becoming more adverse to war between 1913-1914. Yet…one assassination that was years in the making, and Austria-Hungary felt its hand forced if it were to avert its own seemingly predestined collapse and then of course Serbia could only respond a certain way – especially knowing Russia urged them on, because of course France made sure that Russia didn’t lose its nerve and of course, so too did England not overly discourage its French allies and then what could Germany do when mobilized against by the growing might of Russia and so and so and so. The few pages in which the author shows the last few hours and days of July were truly gripping. Especially seeing the actions and reactions in Moscow as the Russian high command took the fateful steps towards war.

I have let this review go on far too long. I’ve been living this book for the past few months you see, and even now the events and personages whirl around inside my head. Is this book perfect? No, of course not. The middle does drag just a bit, especially as it seems the narrative force slows and one is slightly unsure where the author is going with some of his discussions on various conditions on the continent. And there are so many people who play pivotal roles in this drama, of course it is not easy to remember who they all are (I cannot claim to be one whose memory is up to this task). The author does do a remarkable job attempting to humanize and bring out in living color each character – these long-ago politicians and diplomats and rulers and generals seem so human!! Yet even with the inevitable dry spot here and there that will always come with the territory in such a book as this, I really did much enjoy this one. An utterly fascinating read. Reading a book like this inevitably makes one think of the present day and wonder how it applies. I hesitate to make too many comparisons. But if anything, I can say with certainty how tragic war is. Reading this book punctured many of the common myths of WW1 and I’m grateful I now have a (slightly) better understanding of its causes.

Little Bumblebee in the Field it Plays

A few books this Monday evening!

35. Jesus is Lord – Christology Yesterday and Today by Donald Macleod. A wonderful little book looking at the person of Christ and exploring various beliefs on the person and work of Christ throughout the past two millennia. This book is less of a focused study and more of a collection of multiple articles both positively proclaiming the orthodox view on the person of Christ while at the same time critically examining various views that do not seem to align with such. This is not a work for popular consumption – definitely written with an academic bent and at times slow reading. Still, I delighted in this! While I may not be the target audience, I appreciated the fact that each chapter stood alone and addressed a particular concept or theologian. The author clearly holds a high view of Christ (a Nicaean one) and is diligent in rooting out the inconsistences and sly ambiguities of those who deny certain attributes of Christ while paying lip service to orthodoxy. This is a good work for any who would like to understand why Christians so firmly believe Jesus to be in very substance God. While it can be a bit heady at times, I still think the brevity of this work alone (less than 200 pages!) makes this an attractive book to dig into. Some of the later chapters focused on more modern theologians and I greatly appreciated seeing how even now the person, work and purpose of Christ are still being studied as scholars and theologians seek to understand who is this Jesus who lived on this earth a little over two thousand years ago. Heartily recommend to anyone who wants to understand the orthodox Christian view of Christ and isn’t afraid to get nerdy doing so! Also? For me at least, this book was balm to my soul. Not mere scholastic study or intellectualism, this work provided encouragement for me as I meditated on Jesus Christ and who he is and what he has done and is doing for me. This is not a dead Christ I serve, but indeed very God, the Lord and Creator of the universe.

36. Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams. A riotously funny book, this is one I haven’t read in near twenty years…and guess what? Still great!! Adams has one of the most absurd senses of humor I have ever encountered in fiction, as well as one of the most creative minds. They fuse in this wonderful little book that most have heard of, but sadly all too few have read. There are so many laugh-out-loud moments in this and I shan’t spoil by attempting to summarize them here. Just know, while this is a sci-fi book, it’s not just a sci-fi book. It’s really more of a comical commentary on life, the universe and everything. Y’know. I delighted to read this and surely I will read this again, but this time in less than twenty years time.

37. Foster by Claire Keegan. I thought I would love this one more than I did. Brooding and darkly beautiful, this short story is widely acclaimed and I can see why. Though I think the texture of this tale is often beautiful – so many little details that paint the story in hues rich and deep – the story itself is teased out so sparingly that I struggled to connect with the person and relationship at the heart of it. There is both light and darkness in this book and at times the veil drawn over the story makes it hard to distinguish what is actually going on. I will freely confess that is an authorial choice and likely I can also be a bit dense at times. So any faults of this story I will lay at my own feet and claim a lack of understanding. But at the end of the day, it wasn’t a story that I loved and that is all I can say. Yes I loved the look at small-village Irish life. But the characters themself (even the child!) all felt so cold and stark that by the end of this short tale, I felt no different than when I started. Perhaps it is just me.

Courtyard

Outside time
the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit met
and in full communion and perfect accord
they said
in covenant let us come and
for covenant let us go
and draw near to man
that he may know us
and adore us
and commune with us again

Let me be propitiated
I shall do this thing
I will send
I will go
and I will strengthen
and comfort your soul

Let him come to me and look upon my death
let him come and eat my flesh
let him drink full of my blood
as I have drunk deep of thy wrath
let him come to me and rest
let him come to me and look and in me believe
for as I have arisen so let him with me rise
for to us I have now him reconciled
and surely brought him nigh

and he cries out listen to his plea
skim off skim off
these base impurities
that i might know more
and ever treasure thee!
My Father I am thy child
and in you and you alone find true peace
My Jesus I am thy prayer
and only live through you who intercedes
My Comforter and Helper
I because of you know the words of God
I long to be with my Lord
forever
in the places where you are!
Be near me, indwell me, dear Spirit
show me how I ought to live
your heart is new, your joy is true
see now the strength I give you for each day!
Pray for me, pray for me, dear Jesus
show me the true and better way
it is done, I have done it
only through me will you see the Father’s face
Have mercy upon me my Father
i still feel so cold and full of sin
consider my love, my dear child
the work I did long ago begin
will not falter
for I who chose you and who knows you
will surely keep you to the end

what a wondrous thing it is that i should be called a child of God
as I step through the doorway and above me glance and see
the blood smeared over my head that came from a Lamb who died
and consider that this has been the plan since outside eternity
and now feel the winds of the Spirit rustle through my soul
i tremble to know that i am loved and i am held
and that by divine sympathy and mercy am made truly whole
oh i feel the pulsing of the lifeblood that spills out as these words
the blood that for me was spilled points to the divine reality of God
and now I hesitate to appropriate that treasure of eternity that is mine
but nothing do I want if it is not in actuality the reality of life in Christ
I long to obey the commandments that have been given
I long to be found in communion in the church that is my home
I long to be known by the one who’s for his Father’s glory risen
I long to be a clay temple of the Spirit who somehow fills my frame
and now and forever I lift my voice and whisper glory glory glory
to the Lord God Almighty forever and always glory to your name.

As it is written so shall it always be,
glory to the Father, Son, and Spirit
glory to the Holy Trinity
peace to mankind through the cross of Jesus
and may all who come to him know the bliss
of delighting in our God for eternity.

It is good for us to be here.
It is good to gaze upon the face of God.

Promise Kept

I love this good grey coat
for it reminds me of my time abroad
when it kept me warm even when the water
poured
and all my notebooks in its many pockets
were filled with notes and maps
and prayers and poems
and all the little things
that cross your mind when
you’re in a country not your own
see now what i write in this notebook spread before me?
the candlelight flickers across the half-written scribblings
as i consider even now that i walk as a pilgrim in a foreign land
so let me fill these pages with all the wonders that spur my thoughts
to spiral further up and further in
consider this far country to which i go.

Across the Sea

for upon this autumn evening
when the air is really rather fine
and there is not even a hint of rain
i hum a tune and unzip my coat
now it’s time to let my thoughts tumble
as I walk down winterstone lane
i hear the click clack of my boots upon the cobbles
and brush my gaze past the shopfronts on either side
and now look up to see the twinkling streetlights
see here night is almost nigh
and surely this is a night that’s ripe for poetry
and i say that last aloud as she walks up to where i wait
she pulls her hands from her coat pockets and swiftly hugs me
and i hear her smile as she replies
every night is a night for poetry
especially where you’re involved
so write me something please but first maybe let’s duck in here
and grab a bite to eat
i’m famished and could really use a good beef stew and perhaps
some mashed potatoes too
you read my mind my love
and inwards we go exulting in the warmth that flickers from the hearth
we grab a table by the fireplace and i take her coat and drape it over her chair
and then she sits and then i sit and then we laugh
what now she says tears of joy shining on her face
let’s exult in the glories that surround us
let’s meditate on the paths that brought us here
let’s rejoice in the God who made us
let’s talk until the stars grow faint
and after that let me walk you to your door
do you consider that a proper plan?
i have no complaints she says her eyes sparkling

Climbing the Old Brick Wall

here we go – a meditation on finer things
maybe a well buttered baked potato
or perhaps lilies and buttercups
or maybe just coffee on the end table
and a candle gently flickering
for it is early enough that my mind still dwells
on last night’s dreams
and the fact that throughout ran a common theme
a light in the darkness
and through the forest running a silver stream
shall I follow and see where it leads?
I turn another page and see words blazing forth
speaking to me of kingdom far
but somehow also near and present
for as my mind dwells on the already but not yet
and ponder on what has been and what shall be
I push aside the thorns and thistles that attempt to bind
and now think on the beauty of Jesus Christ
for i am his and he is mine
and i need no lesser glories
it is only grace that holds my hand