Still and quiet, the whispers drift towards me, borne on placid lake waters.
Sunlit glimmers, pearlized soft blue and pink waters are picture framed in the squared wood lookout of the old bird watcher’s hide. Breathless, I gaze enthralled, the intense beauty unreal.
Startled I turn. I’m not alone. Joined by an old man, his face weathered as the wood beams. We speak in quiet tones of heron and egret, of terns and the ever-present grebe. We don’t look at each other as we speak, our gazes entrapped by still water, the play of light, and the gliding, skimming shapes of birds.
We speak of grandchildren, of I pads and smart phones, of the few still able to partake of the immense beauty of such golden moments.
How cleansing is the snow that falls, a taste of the divine,
That covers over all the filth, like sins of yours and mine.
That beautifies an ugly scene, that softens all the edges.
Even so the love divine that to mankind He pledges.
Please watch this video. It doesn’t contain any distressing images but it’s hard to watch without crying. Ireland’s future as a caring nation is in jeopardy. Please pray that its people vote to protect their most vulnerable citizens.
via Irish Babies Need Your Prayers — Anglo Saxon Celt Creates Art and Craft
You’re wrong! The greatest lover of all will, at sunset, paint His love for you in the heavens for all the world to see!
It’s always seemed strange when I hear fellow Christians begin their prayers with, “Father God”. I understand they follow the example given by Christ himself, “Our father which art in heaven etc.” Yet it feels so distant somehow.
Coming to Jesus totally outside any church system, an artist and hippie drop out, it came naturally for me to pray to Jesus (God’s intermediary). My relationship from the beginning was close, very close. Easier to understand was the Catholic concept of “the bride of Christ”. Our relationship with our father, no matter how we love him, can never be as intimate as that of our husband or wife. We do not “become one” with our father, that seems almost blasphemous, yet Jesus claims us as His bride.
Perhaps this concept became real to me because for days after I received Jesus I found flowers at my feet. I don’t know how they got there, I just looked down and there they were. Yes, of course there are many explanations, but it has never happened before or since. How is not important. I just knew He was telling me He loved me in a way I could understand.
It’s not that I wish to convert everyone to my version of prayer. Rather, I think this concept might relieve much of the loneliness in the world. Everyone doesn’t always find that special someone to share their life. Even if they do that person may not be there forever, but Jesus offers Himself as the ultimate bridegroom, a man rich beyond belief, strong beyond wonder, able to care for us and solve every problem, who’ll stand by us no matter what with unconditional love. For Him each of us are that “special someone”. Before that fact loneliness disapates and the heart fills with joy.