Old Friend: Into the Depths of God

Ever since I wrote the post “Old Friends” (Nov. 14, 2011), a thought has been brewing in my head.  (These things take time…)  All those notebooks filled with deep and delicious words that I copied out of my favorite books are just sitting on my shelf.  It seems like such a shame.  So, I’ve decided to share some of my old friends here from time to time.  I hope the quotations inspire you for a moment or more.  Perhaps they will whet your appetite for the book or author and you can make some new friends of your own. 

From “Into the Depths of God” by Calvin Miller:

Bathos (Greek word for ‘deep’) is a word I really discovered at the Great Barrier Reef.  My son had come to scuba dive while my wife and I snorkeled.  While my son plunged deeply beneath clear waters to bury himself in the wonder of the mysterious ocean depths, my wife and I, wearing masks, only floated on the surface facedown.

In some ways, what we were all seeing looked the same.  However, the truth is that the content of our experience was greatly different.  We will both spend the rest of our lives talking about that experience and our enthusiasm will always be exuberant.  But only our son really knew the Reef; he understood the issue of depth…. In some ways it seems to me that much of Christianity is a conversation of snorkelers talking to each other of scuba experiences.

The inscrutable glories of the deep cannot be described to those hooked on the safety of shallowness….  We can see that the tide pools hold no deep adventure.  We can even feel the lure of the dark and haunting indigo of the ocean’s soul.  Still, we balk at real inward adventure.  Our shallow spirituality holds nothing profound, but it is safe.”

On prayer:  “I suspect that the difference between a person of seasoned prayer and one of smaller prayer experience is the amount of time they spend talking rather than listening.  I used to be troubled by Paul’s admonition to ‘pray without ceasing’.  I now believe this is only possible to those who have had enough significant prayer experience to make the listening prayer the largest part of their praying.  Those whose prayers are unending monologues make themselves a giant mouth while making God a small ear.  St. Anthony said that the best prayer comes when we no longer remember we are praying.”

On time: “We cannot possibly flatter the Almighty by hurrying into his presence, flinging a song and a prayer at him, and hurrying out of church back into our hassled lifestyles.  God is never flattered by our sanctified exhaustion…  God does not wear a watch.  His unthinkable glory is learned only in our time-consuming communion with him…   All watches must be checked at the gates of the throne room.  Real relationships never keep their eye on the clock…  The believer who wants an in-depth affair with Christ must not allow time clocks and ledger sheets to destroy that wonderful holy leisure by which we make friends with God.”

What are your thoughts, my Small Drop friends?

 No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books. ~Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How’s Your Psoas?

I didn’t know I had a psoas until today.  Evidently, it was out of whack.   Thanks to my wise and wonderful chiropractor, it’s back where it’s supposed to be, doing what it’s supposed to be doing.  A quick adjustment was all it took.  According to wisegeek.com, “The psoas muscle is a major muscle in the human body, responsible for stabilizing the base of the spine, allowing the spine to flex, and rotating the hips for a free range of movement.”

And I thought I had a pain in the neck. 

This morning’s experience has got me thinking.  How much of my trouble on the surface is really due to a deeper issue?  For instance, if I’m being critical, is there a pride problem attached somewhere underneath?  Or if I get discouraged, am I dealing with an insecurity in the pit of my soul?  Perhaps a bad mood is really indicating a root of selfishness.  Maybe that discontent reveals an ungrateful spirit.  When I’m being a pain in the neck, it might be due to some inner condition that needs attention.

Once again, I am reminded how badly I need to check in regularly with my spiritual Adjuster.  The Holy Spirit is able to look at the outer parts of my life, yet see what is going on down deep.  If I allow Him to tweak those tender spots, I am sure to become free and flexible, better able to serve.  There is no doubt that without His stabilizing presence, I can get all out of whack.

So, how’s your psoas?

Winter in Wisconsin

I’m not sure what’s going on, but I like it.

This is what our deck looked like this morning.

 

This is what our deck looked like this afternoon.  And it’s still winter.

 

This is what our front porch looked like this morning.

 

This is what our front porch looked like this afternoon.  And it’s not even spring yet.

 

So I decided to take down the snowmen.

 

And put up the spring bunnies.

 

I don’t know what’s going on, but I like it.

 

 

Saving Daylight

First, we had to add a whole day to February, and then we had to give up an hour.  All these clock and calendar changes are messing with me.  I’ve heard that back in the old days, people used to get up when the sun rose and they went to bed when the sun set.  Doesn’t that sound a whole lot easier?

Daylight Saving Time was first proposed by George Hudson in New Zealand in 1895.  It seems that George was a great collector of insects.  By the time he got off work in the late afternoon, there was precious little time to track down bugs, so he wrote and published a paper suggesting the time change.  It got people talking, and bugs scurrying.  Fifteen years later, an Englishman named William Willet was miffed at having to cut short his round of golf at dusk, so he also published a paper entitled, “The Waste of Daylight”.  No one seemed to question the value of using daylight hours to hit a little ball around an open field.  Finally, during World War l, Germany decided to shift the clocks ahead to save coal and make it easier to fight the enemy on summer nights. 

All this to say: thanks to an entemologist, an avid golfer, and the Germans, we now spring ahead each year so as to save some daylight.  It’s a funny world we live in.  I thought you should know….

For he makes his sun to shine on bad and good people alike.  Matt. 5:45

Monday Morning

You know your day isn’t getting off to a very good start when…..

…your toothbrush is missing from the cup in the bathroom…

 

…and you find it by the kitchen sink….

(It wasn’t me, honey.)

 

Happy Day!

We have lots to celebrate today! 

 Our grandson, Hudson James, is one month old! 

I was so blessed to have spent the first half of his life with him. 

I miss you, Hud Bud.  See you in May!

Today is PB’s birthday!  He is 660 months old!

I’m so glad he was born on that March day.  God knew I would need him.

Happy Birthday Honey!

One more happy note:

This is my 201st post here on Small Drop.

 I never expected to last this long.  I didn’t know that I had so much to say. 

Happy Day!

 

 

Gravel for Gold

Sometimes I think I should have been born in the 1800’s.  I like the clothes they wore; I like the manners they had; mostly, I like the way they talked.  From time to time I read Jane Austen just to get my fix.  When I was out west, Katie and I watched two seasons of “Downton Abbey” which was great fun and made us want to talk in high British accents.  However, there’s nothing quite like reading the language straight from the page and feeling those words roll off the tongue.  Maybe that’s why I was so moved this morning by the following commentary by Alexander MacLaren, a Scottish preacher from the 1850’s.  Read it slowly once or twice and let the truth of his words sink down deep.

“We often court the coming of the evil influence, and are willing to be fascinated and to turn our backs upon Jesus. Mysterious it is, for why should men cast away diamonds for paste? Mysterious it is, for we do not usually drop the substance to get the shadow. Mysterious it is, for man does not ordinarily empty his pockets of gold in order to fill them with gravel. Mysterious it is, for a thirsty man will not usually turn away from the full, bubbling, living fountain, to see if he can find any drops still remaining, green with scum, stagnant and odorous, at the bottom of some broken cistern. But all these follies are sanity as compared with the folly of which we are guilty, times without number, when, having known the sweetness of Jesus Christ, we turn away to the fascinations of the world.”

Mysterious it is, indeed…

The Voice

“His sheep follow him because they know his voice.”  John 10:4

This week I’ve been studying shepherds. 

They herd sheep. 

Impressive, huh? 

But now I’ve realized my picture of sheep-herders is all wrong.  I usually think of long-robed, bearded bedouins, walking behind a flock of animals pushing them along and keeping them from straying off to the right or left.  My imagination is probably influenced by the old TV westerns where cattle drives were noisy, dusty, chaotic ordeals involving whips and prods and lots of shouting.  Sheep-herders have a different style.

Instead of walking behind their flocks and driving them from the rear, shepherds go out in front of their animals.  As long as the sheep hear the sound of their leader’s voice, they keep following along.  This means, of course, that the shepherd must keep up a steady stream of encouraging words; he never shouts, as that would scare the sheepish bunch and send them running.  Little lambs grow up with the comforting sound of their shepherd’s voice guiding them and as long as they listen, they can trust him to keep them safe.

When I was out west bonding with my new grandson, I observed something amazing.  One day I was in the living room with Hudson, sitting on the couch, looking at his fingers and toes.  I was talking and cooing to him and he was working hard to focus his eyes on me.  Then my daughter walked into the room and said something.  Immediately, Hudson turned his head toward the sound of his mommy’s voice.  He knew that voice!  He was only a week old, but the sound of her words captured his attention. After all, he had been listening to that beautiful sound from his fifteenth week of development.   

So I’m learning that the more I listen, the more familiar the voice of my Shepherd will become.  The more I study His words, the easier it will be to know when He’s speaking.  The better I know Him, the sweeter the sound of The Voice.

March Scripture Memory Verses

Keep it up, my friends!  PB will be preaching on 2 Peter 1:3-9 this week.  It’s a rich passage that gives us a reason for putting scripture to memory: “…he gave us these very great and precious promises. With these gifts you can share in God’s nature, and the world will not ruin you with its evil desires.” NCV   Memorizing His promises will bring us close to God and keep us from ruin!  Can’t wait to see what you choose this month!  Post here again on the 15th if you are doing two a month.

Leaping

I understand why we have to add a day to the calendar every four years.  According to timeanddate.com, “Leap Years are needed to keep our calendar in alignment with the Earth’s revolutions around the sun. It takes the Earth approximately 365.242199 days to circle once around the sun. If we did not add the 29th nearly every four years, we would lose almost six hours every year. After 100 years our calendars would be off by 24 days.” 

I’m not sure who figured all this out.  But I have a few questions for them.

1.  Why February?  February is my least favorite month.  Why couldn’t we have an extra day in June or September?

2.  Why is it called “Leap Day”?  That seems to imply jumping or skipping over something.  Shouldn’t this day be named “Stall Day” or “Tack-On Day”?

3.  Instead of adding one day every four years, why don’t we take the six hours once a year and demand that everyone read a book or take a nap?  Or we could wait and have an extra 24 days every 100 years.  Wouldn’t that be more fun?  I envision a world-wide reprieve from war and dieting and reality TV for three and a half weeks.

4.  Who calculates a number to the nearest one-millionth and calls it “approximate”?

Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.       Psalm 90:12