“Be Anxious for Nothing.”


It’s hard to believe, in these modern times, where stress is accounted an unavoidable part of life that Paul gave this instruction. Impossible surely? It seems not. The key lies further on.
“Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made know to God and the peace of God, which passes all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Jesus Christ.” (NKJV Phil. 4:6-7)
Note the part, “the peace of God, which passes all understanding”. The peace that “guards our hearts and minds” from stress and worry is given by God, it’s not something of our own carnal mind. So… how do we get this peace from God to us? The answer lies sandwiched between.
The first element is “prayer and supplication” we pray, passing the problems, the genuine threats, on to God, putting them in His hands with the expectation that He will take care of things. (Sometimes I even act out a little mime. Setting my hand to my heart I “grasp” a problem or fear, labelling it aloud. Then I fling it up to God and grasp the next – this helps me to visualise the procedure making it somehow more definite.)
Thanksgiving is also a huge part. Our minds and tongue cannot be both positive and negative at the same time and we can exercise choice in this matter. The enemy’s minions of fear, doubt, discouragement cannot abide wholehearted praise. You don’t have to feel that way to begin praise, but pretty soon it becomes less of a struggle to find things you are thankful for and genuine, heartfelt praise invades our senses eclipsing stress and anxiety. If nothing else, you can give thanks you are God’s child and you don’t have to fix everything. Sometimes it’s the simple things that are easiest to bring to mind, air, water, the earth, animals, birdsong, many hued flowers, colour itself (imagine if God had made the world purely functional in shades of grey!) There are so many, many wonderful things to be thankful for in creation alone, not to mention all the things He’s blessed us with personally. Soon the praises squeeze out the stress and anxiety, and that non-understandable, immutable, peace of God invades our being, regardless of our circumstances.

Desperation fuels intimacy.



It is during crisis situations that barriers break down and we become suddenly intimate with others. Survivors of war, catastropy, 9/11 etc. have spoken of strong, intimate bonds forged in a few hours, or even minutes, that continue long after the events have ended. It’s the same with God. Why is it, as human beings, that it generally takes some desperate situation for us to find Him, really find Him? We get busy, preoccupied with life, and settle for a distant belief, or even drift away completely. They say there are no atheists during catastrophes etc. I’ve found this to be true, when we have no hope left we call on God, even non-believers, it’s built into our beings.  Miracles tend to be born of desperation, so is an intimate, personal knowledge of God. “When you search with all your heart.”

I know it was that way for me. I wasn’t brought up a Christian. I’d been through a lot of breakings before I finally exhausted all my strength. I was totally at the end of my rope when I found Him and realised He’d been close at hand, calling, protecting, all that time as I blundered through life in desperate search for truth. I was shocked, surprised, overwhelmed, when I finally realised it was Jesus I had been seeking all that time – “the truth and the life”.

I find though it is not only us former agnostics or athiests that come to touch God this way. “Believers” brought up in the church often view God as a far-off figure somewhere out in the cosmos. It doesn’t become close, and infinitely personal, till one really comes into close contact and the catalyst for this is often extremities. We are virtually forced into His presence by circumstances beyond our control.

Speaking to those from whom the spirit exudes I’ve generally found a “back story” of some kind of desperation, pain, or heartbreak. It’s not that God sends it – earth is a war zone! That’s why we need His help, but often we don’t really reach out to touch Him till some crisis strips away our own resources.

God help us to stay close, inhabit us mind, body and spirit, so we are so bonded as one we can never be separated or drift away.

In Response to Nadia’s Misdirected Email, I State Exactly What I Am Looking For


I liked this.

O at the Edges


In Response to Nadia’s Misdirected Email, I State Exactly What I Am Looking For

Balance. The ability to stand on one foot, on a tightrope, and juggle AR-15s,
ethics and dollar bills, while chanting the U.S. Constitution, in tongues.

Or good health.

Unweighted dreams.

A mechanism for disagreeing without needing to annihilate the opposition.

Doorways without doors, truth without fear.

A simple tulip.

One word to describe that instant between thought and pulled trigger,
intent and wish, the elevated pulse and sense of diminished space and time.

Sanctuary. Regret. Apology. Respect.

A tonic to the bitterness, a foil to the sweet.

Fitted sheets that fold. Uncommon sense.

Love in the abstract. More bacon. Smiles.

A closet that embraces everything you place in it. Everything.

The means of unfiring guns, of reversing wounds to undamaged flesh,
and rounds to their magazines, full and never used.

Self-organizing drawers. Due process.

Mothers who…

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The best is yet to come!



The world and creation are mapped and cataloged, pictures flash on screen at the touch of a computer key. Frustrated, the heart of man yearns for exploration, especially the young, sometimes seeking discovery in perversity and corruption, not understanding man has yet to begin to delve into the infinities of creation. We have explored one plain, a carnal one, seeing from one viewpoint only, missing the infinite complexity of the universe. Science confesses we see but the tip of the iceberg.
Death, for example, when it comes, should not be feared. It is a free ticket to another dimension, a different view, a startling realization of the infinite, free from the restriction of the physical mindset so prevalent in this modern world. Casting off its former shackles, the spirit, that curious, exploring, creative element of man’s inner being, is finally free to explore infinite horizons of time and space. Free to come unfettered to God, casting off all confines of flesh, of time, of mortality.
We don’t have to wait for death, these things are ours to explore even within this life. The door stands open. Jesus unlocked it that we might enter in and explore. To do this we must cast aside the glasses of conformity, surrender to the wind of God’s spirit, and let it awaken our senses in full, as a new bride surrenders to her lover, in trust, in expectancy of fulfillment. Then, and only then can we begin to see, to comprehend the vastness of creation. Then we would no longer fear death. The journey perhaps, but we would know the door, the portal to eternity.


When winds of change blow will we learn from the trees?


wind tree

I watch them dance in the wind. They do not endure, but embrace. Dancing in its arms, they trust it to remove only that which has become old, enfeebled. They do not ask, “from whence it comes and whither it goeth,” only joy in the fragrant pungency of its currents. They bend therefore they do not brake, their strength tensile, flexible, rooted deep.