Future For Us

That long moment after you kick the wall, before you break through the water, when the liquid distorts your perception of the gym ceiling. When I pass a green field full of horses singing, Aaaaamen, A-a-men, to a tune as timeless as Dick Clark’s New Year’s Eve smile. Those moments spent with children in your lap, jumping, bouncing, singing, playing. That sitting down after a seven hour shift.

Heaven is (all of the above).

Heaven is God living in me.

Heaven is knowing Him more.

I, like every other human being alive today-no exceptions-am quite lacking. I do not deserve such precious moments; I do not deserve a single moment. Neither does anyone else. We have all fallen tragically short. God sees our immorality and He hates it. He deserves to kill us, to obliterate the castle of sand that we call life. But He does not. He does not because there is a way. Jesus. The only way.

How great the pain of searing loss/the Father turns His face away

He bought us, convicted slaves awaiting trial. He freed us. He is the only way.

That is Heaven. The Holy Spirit given to those who accept Jesus’ offer of grace.

Knowing God, being certain of the future. That is Heaven.

For the love of God, I want more

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Activist’s Afternoon

First Lady Michelle Obama

1600 Pennsylvania Avenue Northwest  

Washington, DC 20500

 

Dear Mrs. Obama:

Congratulations on being First Lady! You are truly lovely, and shall go down in history.

Your involvement in patterning the food and eating habits of Americans is very noble. We all need to be more aware and careful about the things that we eat. Though I cannot say exactly what your involvement has accomplished regarding school lunches, I know that as a woman of such public stature your opinions have far-reaching influence. Please consider the children who eat a certain way due to religious or personal convictions. I ask that you take steps to prevent the institution of a standard lunch that every child shall be compelled to buy. Consider supporting organizations like Feed America, Oxfam, or Samaritan’s Purse as an alternative to making school lunches mandatory. This approach will not compel Jews, vegans, or Muslims to violate their consciences. This is not just an American ideal, it is a human one.

Allowing other people to entertain and live by their own convictions is a fundamental human concept. No government should impede its citizen’s observance of such convictions. In fact, most people would agree that it is wrong for any individual to do so-how much more inappropriate it becomes when taken by an entire governing body!

Over the past months I have been lowering my meat intake. I have done so for three reasons: firstly, I have learned that animals are not always treated humanely when raised for slaughter and that upsets my conscience; also, I have made this change due to the fact that the amount of fatty protein that I was consuming was more than my body needed to thrive, and thirdly, animals are precious and killing, though necessary, should never be done superfluously.

Thank you for reading this and for caring about the people that you and your husband lead.

Respect and blessings,

A Reprimand For the Ages

Mama: “There is always something left to love. And if you ain’t learned that, you ain’t learned nothing. Have you cried for that boy today? I don’t mean for yourself and for the family ’cause we lost the money. I mean for him: what he has been through and what it done to him. Child, when do you think is the time to love somebody the most? When they done good and made things easy for everybody? Well then, you ain’t through learning-because this ain’t the time at all. It’s when he’s at his lowest and can’t believe in hisself ’cause the world done whipped him so! When you starts measuring somebody, measure him right, Child, measure him right. Make sure you done taken into account what hills and valleys he come through befire he got to wherever he is.”

{A Raisin in the Sun, by Lorraine Hansberry.}

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Kids have the amazing ability to believe everything they hear. They are a clean slate. You tell them something, they are bound to believe it.

That must be why being around children is so refreshing. Never cynical, always naive; young and optimistic in every way.

Done With the First Hurrah!

When humans look forward to events they inevitably create expectations for them. Imagination steps in, with or without invitation. Generally expectations for an event that are fabricated differ significantly from the reality.

For an increasingly long time I have been looking forward to graduating high school. Not a week has passed in the last year that I did not once consider “life after high school” and all the pleasantries sure to accompany such liberation. Graduation day has been a mystically ellusive date-not unlike a possible wedding date, the second coming, or the continuation of Firefly-for years now. All this time I have been entertaining personal expectations for graduation and-more specifically, liberally, and poignantly-the years to follow: life. In the context of post-high school graduation this word has become a sweet ocean breeze to my consciousness. Ah, that time to go and to be, hard though I will find it.

Now the time approaches. This is the home stretch. In just over a month, I will have graduated from high school. That time period, often questioned in importance, will be through. It will fade in my rearview mirror of life. But it is all approaching differently than I expected it to. I thought I would have plans. I thought everything would have fallen into place by now. I took my ability to walk for granted. Here comes the end of a season; before I know it an empty chapter shall be open at my pen. The thing is, I am not the only one writing the story. There is something much bigger going on, above my line of thinking, that bleeds into the realm of belief. It is a little unnerving that everything is turning out so differently from those expectations I have established over the years, but I know that I still make the choices that lead me on. Truly, there is no reason to panic. Whatever happens is going to be an adventure! Done with the first hurrah, it is time to begin something new. Regardless of what leads up to the transition, I am still so ready for it.

 

Harry winked at them, turned to Uncle Vernon, and followed him silently from the station. There was no point worrying yet, he told himself, as he got into the back of the Dursley’s car. As Hagrid had said, what would come, would come…and he would have to meet it when it did. ~J.K. Rowling

Weep For Passion

What Christians call “Passion Week” began yesterday.

It is the climax of our faith. We believe that the week we now observe changed life for all humans, forever. Yet looking back, it is extraordinarily hard to understand the agony that Jesus overcame.

He prayed through the night. He begged. Blood fell from Him-the struggle was so real.

Humiliation.

A week spent knowing that death by torture was imminent.

Living enshrouded by a cloud of darkness, unable to fight against it.

He was, and continues to be so good. My heart weeps for passion: His passion that bought us life.

 

If I tell you, you will not believe, and if I ask you, you will not answer. But from now on the Son of Man shall be seated at the right hand of the power of God.