Weekly What – Week 17

A beast o’ green with yellow crown
O’ertakes the landscape all around.
Mowing men and women down
With claws set deeply underground.
No fearless Knight doth dare confound
The countless creatures’ battleground.

Can ya hear that mournful sound
O’ cries o’ fear from dusk to dawn?
Lovers o’ the fallen ones’
Vengeful tears cry out for war!

Picks and pikes, shovels and swords,
Off to snuff the most awful o’ hoards.
Ripping and tearing the mighty cords
O’ the beasts’ behemoth legs and claws,
Until, at last, the growls and roars
Are ne’er but heard in tales of lore.

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What is Home?

What is a town? Typically, people think of a town as being a physical conglomeration of people and buildings. This is the accepted definition of a town. There are a lot of things that are seen in this fashion; another example is the Church. Some people view the church as a group of people, others view it as a building, still others view it as a universal body of true believers in Christ.
The Bible teaches both a universal church into which every true believe is baptized into by the Holy Spirit, and a local church which is any localized group of true believers who meet and fellowship regularly together. The view that the church is only a building is something that any Believer should recognize as fallacious.
Drawing from the analogy of how the church is viewed by Christians, I view a town as a localized group of people who live together.

This leads me to my second question: what is a home? It really is not that difficult to answer after reading what I said above. A home is a localized group of individuals (generally related) who live together, support each other, and love each other. “Home is where the heart is.”
A home is even more than this, though. Generally speaking, when people refer to home, they are referring to a single place where they go to. A home is usually a single place. A home is where you can rest and feel safe. Many Europeans view the home as almost sacred, a place where only those they absolutely trust may go. A home is safe.
A family may be thought of as the people who live in a home. A home may be the place that we refer to. In a way, home is where we feel safe, secure, comfortable, and is the place we only share with those we love, trust, and feel comfortable around. My home is that place.
Some people don’t have a place to call home. Others move around so much that they have many places they call home. For Christians, we look forward to our eternal home with Christ, realizing any home we have now is uncertain.

Home is where you make it, so make it where you are. Be content with where you are. If you are given the opportunity to go somewhere else, then take the opportunity. In Christ, we are able to live securely wherever we are. In Christ is our hope and home.

Love: Definition or Prescription?

Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love. – 1 Corinthians 13:4-8,13 (NKJV)

I recently did a study of this passage which examined all these characteristics of godly, true, Christian love. It was a study that was well worth my time! But now, as I look back and think back on the study, I realize that my study missed something.

As I expounded on this passage and studied it, I failed to see is two, very important, sides: description and prescription. Scripture is not just a lens that we use to evaluate and see the world through, it is also a manual that tells us how to interact and live in this world. You see, I failed to apply this passage in my own life, and, instead, used it as only a way of recognizing and describing love.

With all Scripture, it is important to learn the lessons from it and see how they are to apply to our own lives. Three major steps to studying the Bible are: 1) Observe what is written, 2) Interpret in light of all Scripture, and 3) Apply to your own life. For so man Christians, we only go so far as step one or two, but rarely implement step three into our studies.

I challenge any Christian to change their personal Bible study methods to include all three steps outlined above. If you don’t have a regular Bible study regimen, make one. Don’t think about how much time it would take out of other things in life, because your spiritual life is what should be a top priority in your life. Do it. Actively live for Christ and not for yourself. Look for ways to honor God with your life TODAY, not tomorrow or down the road. Today could be your last; make the most of it.

Flip-Flop Day

I dream of this day that’s done, 
The start and the end. 
From morning to evening, 
From dusk until dawn.

Clouds filled the sky up high, 
Wind caused a chill. 
But in my beating heart, 
Love warmed me still.

The fires burn so bright, 
From day until night. 
Where is the guiding light, 
In this fight for life?

Smoke fills the sky, 
Time travels by, 
And though I’m just passing by, 
I still feel the sigh.

Rain falls this morning, 
Flames start to die. 
But my heart is beating 
Deep down inside.

Afternoon, then evening, 
Clouds start to part;
Sunshine starts falling, 
The rain has all stopped.

The heat beats us down;
Sweat pours down my brow. 
But in this scorching town, 
My love still stays sound.

Through the ups and downs, 
Around bends, through doors;
The constant that keeps me strong:
My Savior, Christ the Lord.

He is my strength, 
Never giving in. 
Darling, I’ll go the length, 
Just know I trust in Him.

Clockwork Boy

What is wrong, little clockwork boy?
Why so glum? Why no tick-tock joy?

Is it this: that your cogs are clogged?
Is it that this rain made you rust?

Tick: you feel almost right again.
Tock: you fall with no help from friends.

Coiled up springs, interlocking gears;
Wound by hand many times a year.

Without care, the clock starts to slow.
Loneliness causes rust to grow.

Springs unsprung because no one cares.
No friends here; all are unaware.

Broken ropes, worn from constant use.
Cracked axels, hurt by friends: abused.

Who is there to mend; to repair?
Can you run after you are snared?

Have no fear, little clockwork boy.
Christ is near, to fill you with joy.

He can clean; you will be like new.
No more rust; polished and so true.

So smile now, little clockwork boy!
No more fear, no more worthless toy.

Wound up now to face the new day;
Ready to take the step of faith.

Who can know what adventures wait?
Listen now, hear that storm abate?

Weathered, beaten, pummeled, broken;
Another hurt around each bend.

Barely making it through each year,
Enduring every painful tear.

Until, at last, you were found there;
A shadow of what you once were.

Gentle hands picked you up softly;
Showed you a little mystery:

Every crack, every broken piece,
Used to make a fine masterpiece.

All the dents, scratches and scrapes,
Used by God in what He has made.

You are now something grand and new!
More beautiful than crystal dew.

Clockwork boy, loved and cherished too,
You have joy in the black and blue.

So my dear, little clockwork boy;
Never fear, never lose your joy.

I love you dear, always, ever.
Sleep tonight, a peaceful slumber.

One last thought, little clockwork boy…
I love you lots, in Christ: my joy.

Lonely Raven

A raven sits on a withered spruce tree;
Alone, in silence, with nothing to see.
No worries or cares about anything,
So why is it quiet if it’s free to sing?

The wind whispers softly in a lonesome tree;
Only creakings and groanings without any leaves.
Across the snowy plains it moves so swiftly,
No kites, grass, or ravens to keep it company.

The raven once loved another you see,
They played in the warmth of summer breeze.
Then the cold warlock brought a bitter freeze,
And all the leaves fell and summer did flee.
But the ravens stayed put, enduring everything,
Until one raven died, without any warning.

Now the raven sits, alone and uncaring;
Waiting for summer to start his heart thawing.
Perhaps he will love another, given enough time;
But there will never be another to be his rhyme.