Wonder

If You were to withhold Your rains from me, have the sun avert its gaze, command the ground in which I am so firmly rooted, to be barren and dry, you would be right to do so and I would have no case against You, for who can stand against Your righteous decree and Who would be my Defense, my Counselor, my Mediator if not You?

Yet, You DO NOT delight Yourself in the destruction of men, nor do You remain distant from them and their affairs, but You have chosen to make Yourself known, to display Your wondrous works and to dwell with them.

Love…what a Mystery.

Painting by Michelle-Lize van Wyk

Union

I’ve been experiencing a fascinating disillusionment with and detachment from… well, Christianity… at least as I’ve known it! It’s a vulnerable space, because this pre-occupation with the “God-Man union” challenges every way and manner of relating with and to God.

WE ARE ONE… What does one do with that? He has bound Himself to me, to us, by His Word forever. I will never ever be seen apart from Him ever again. I am no man apart from Him, the true extent of my humanity is found only in Him and His full expression is Incarnate! The truth about us is timeless; I’ve been taking up space in His mind since before the foundation of the world. All that I’ve known is this natural world and now I’m confronted with the present prospect of exploring beaches of God-thought, stretching eternity in every direction and these thoughts are about us, about humanity, about our union… knowledge of Him is knowledge of us… it’s intimate to it’s most true extent. Distance is dealt with, there is no where to go, there is no separation (except in my mind), the connection is pure and clean. I am in Him and He is in me!

How does one pray, worship…LIVE, knowing this or better yet, being known like this?

        Culmination.

Bruised Seed. Trampling Son.

The Old has gone, the New has come.

Consummation.

A Lover’s passion for union… You and I… One.

Inauguration.

With Wine and Water flowing forth from Broken Bread.

True Life came when Pure Blood was shed. Once. For All.

His last breath piercing like a trumpet call…It is done… It is done.

Painting by Michelle-Lize van Wyk

Introducing…

It’s an awesome privilege to feature one of the most powerful wordsmiths I know. She is deeply spiritual, elegant in her delivery and timeless in the substance of her message. She a sister and a daughter to me and my wife and we love her dearly… For your edification… Ladies and gentlemen… Caitlin Dames with “The Genesis of Me”

Fade to none

This post is dedicated to a brave young woman, who’s name is Rachelle Rabie. She made an innocent statement yesterday on facebook and she was bashed for it. (I say innocent, because I know her and I know where she was coming from!:) ) What was funny was that her opponents were doing to her exactly what they were accusing her of doing, judging and condemning her for what she believes. Another interesting thing happened for me in this confrontation, I heard my old self in their comments, I used to believe  what they believe and I probably would have defended myself in almost the same fashion! I was suddenly overtaken by the joy of true Wisdom’s inebriation! I was so thankful that I wasn’t living in the futility of my mind anymore… I have peace of mind! Someone who hasn’t come close to losing their mind through vanity, might have little appreciation for this…but I don’t! You see, before I came to know Jesus, I was part of group of friends who followed our worldview to it’s logical conclusion… If I’m right and everybody else is right… no one is! Two of my friends ended up in a mental asylum, one of them hasn’t recovered to my knowledge, he would have been a brilliant engineer. I was left contemplating suicide, because I couldn’t bare living such a meaningless existence, where everybody’s right, but nobody is! I don’t know if I’d be here if my brother was alive… he died just a year before and if I were to take my own life, my mother would have lost two sons in two years, I couldn’t do that to her. Then, Jesus!!! I cooked up a little something after this reflection, I call it fade to none. (Sorry, the track wouldn’t upload here, it’s one my facebook wall or if were not friends on facebook, leave a comment and maybe I can share it somewhere else)

Kin

Yesterday, I saw you in a picture and it was like I was right there with you

Man, those tattoos are getting fat! Have they taught you to be at ease yet? Has your name set you free yet? I ask because I still see the tension, complexities you would never mention… Are they my inventions, projections of our high adventures? Are you still behind your wall, behind your frowning facade? Hard to the core, down every street, every corridor, feasting on every pig’s pod, pursuing the next Rum-and-Coke shot… Are you numb yet? Still partying till the dawn… Are you having fun yet?

Do you think your depth is a weakness? You suppress your heart, but I see it speaking… Don’t let them cut out it’s tongue, drain the breath from it’s lungs! Come to yourself, son!

If these are my delusions, let me surface? or else my cries are worthless and without purpose… but before you do… answer me this? Why do I long for your freedom now more than ever? Now that our common ties have been severed? Now that I can ascribe our connection to a phase, now that I can flip the page… why does your story still compel me? Why can’t I believe what my own eyes try to tell me? Why do I feel like I see right through you, like I see the right, true you?

Join me in my fantasy! Here we actually love ourselves, because we are loved ourselves and we do because we’re loved and not loved as long as we do.

I think you’d like it here… Am I wrong?