A SIGN OF THE TIMES..
Every Church – every Temple – with every name – in every city.
It’s not a building or groups of people that like themselves.
It’s a verb – Be the Church – the called out ones. Go for it.
So many words – I can’t say them all
So many tears – I can’t cry at all
So many ways – to tell you how I feel
So many times – I go round and round
So many rhymes – I can’t write them all down
So many pages – an author, never done
And I want – so many
And I love – so many
Try to find – so many
Can’t find one
And I’ve tried – so many
Tried to hide – so many
Looked inside – so many
More than one
So many lost – don’t know where to go
So many found – that may never show
So many ways – yet so many delays
When will it be done?
When will so many be one?
Judging points out the thorn and misses the rose
It sees the wrong stroke on a beautiful painting – blind to the artist’s heart
Judging finds the crooked stitch on a quilt – removing its warmth
It shows the chip out of a wooden chair – not as a place to sit and rest
When you judge – you become the thorn
You paint the wrong stroke
You sew the crooked stitch
You become the tool that chips the wood
You could be the softness and the scent of that rose – drawing others near
You could be the pallet and the vastness of its colors – brushing beauty
You could be a thread that weaves us together
You could polish the grain of the wood – allowing the tree to live again
Rather than judging – choose to be the painting of the rose on the quilt
over the chair.
Live in the present – In the presence of God
The present – like a gift – the gift of God
His presence is a gift.
Be content in all situations
For His presence is always there.
Don’t yield to the flesh
Surrender to God
Don’t let your flesh be your reward
Absence from the flesh, is presence with God.
Once as I looked up into the starry sky.
I realized that there was more than I can see.
The stars have been in place, before the first man ever saw them.
Forever and to this day -remaining the same.
They have never changed – they watch us change.
Do their shapes speak of the past or are they in shapes
of the things to come?
The seasons change, though they remind us that they will return –
the same – again and again.
Their change stays the same – what a beautiful change.
Change is beautiful.
God, who never changes, is beautiful.
He allows us to change.
One day, we’ll all be the same.