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From Fear to Awe


From Fear to Awe – An Epiphany Sunday Sermon

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Politics has a long history
Of striking fear in hearts.
In Matthew, we hear the king asking,
“Where’s the new child in these parts?”

 

The Magi responded and left
With a heavy sigh of relief;
But all of Jerusalem was frightened
As their king behaved as a thief.

 

He seemed to want to steal
The joy of this promised birth.
His fear spread throughout
This part of the Christ-child’s earth.

 

We, too, live in fear of things
Beyond our ability to control.
Fear of God is extraordinary
As we are confused by our role.

 

If we are God-fearing, it is
Not the same as fear of faith.
It’s an invitation to see
Our loving God face-to-face.

 

Fear is a cascading emotion.
Fear begets fear, you see.
A chain reaction occurs –
The fear of Herod passes down to me.

 

What if Herod’s fear had turned
To trust and awe of the Lord?
Trust and awe are emotions
We must know we CAN afford.

 

We cannot afford, in fact,
To live in fear instead of awe.
Read the stars, find the Christ Child.
Trust God and His Word – His Law.

 

Are YOU in awe of the Lord??

 

 Sermon notes by Jan Beekman based on the message:
“See and Be Radiant!” by Pastor Steven Mabry
Plymouth Congregational Church, Paso Robles, CA

Inner Artist


I have just begun to read The Artist’s Rule by Christine Valters Paintner. It was a gift from a friend who graced me with a note inside the book that professed, “I feel I have a SOUL MATE in you.” What a compliment that is! This friend is so very special to me! He is a marvelous, talented, and generous artist as well as being a delightful, charismatic and whimsy-filled friend.

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A quote from the book’s Foreword by Macrina Wiederkehr says, “Your inner artist invites you to participate in the great work of healing the world by lifting out of your senses creative images, words, and actions that inspire others to live lives of wonder and surprise.”

Isn’t that a worthy goal for us all? Consider this 12 week journey with me as we enter 2019.

“Tap the eternal in your soul,” Macrina continues.

I am ready to do that. Are you?

We need an army of “soulmates” ready to “heal the world!”

Have at it!!

Challenging Poetry


Thank you, Abigail Gronway for sharing on your

Blog: Dark Side of the Moon, this poetry idea:

Scansion – a Than Bauk

This Burmese form is shorter than the haiku, but more structured.
It is written in three lines, with four syllables per line and a descending step rhyme:
XXXA
XXAX
XAXX

Government hype:

Crazy type news.

Let’s gripe loudly!

?!!!! 420,000 government workers – working without pay?!!!!

Wake up, America!

Daisy Chain


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I am going to try my hand at this Scansion shared by Abigail Gronway on her
WordPress Blog: Dark Side of the Moon

Daisy Chain
Created by George Ellison
The Daisy Chain may contain any number of lines.
The last word of each line becomes the first word of the next line.
Finally, the last word of the last line is the same as the first word of the first line, completing the chain.
Like the Wreath, the Daisy Chain requires no meter, rhyme, or mandated line or stanza length.

Abigail added, “I threw in a little twist of my own: a poem within a poem. The first word of each line can be read together to give the theme of the whole.” That REALLY makes it challenging! Try it!!  Here’s mine:

CHAIN OF DAISIES

Daisies are a little like angels.

Angels with a certain white flair are…

Are an invitation to serenity.

Serenity with a heart of golden yellow.

Yellow gold at the core.

Core of gold is a gift from our Father in Heaven.

Heaven is where serenity lives always.

Always seek that peace in your imagination.

Imagination can be real now –

Now that you’ve see the chain of daisies!

Prophets – Bah Humbug!


If you’ve been following my blog awhile, you know I take notes in poetry as I listen to the sermon in church on Sundays.

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If you’re new to my blog, welcome! Thank you so much for following. You help me know with your “likes” and comments that I am not just writing into cyberspace. There are real people out there – my blogging “friends” – who may be touched, encouraged, tickled, or illuminated by my posts. If I help you somehow along this rugged path of life to step a little lighter, see a little brighter, or love each other “righter”, then I have accomplished my purpose.

Here are the notes reflecting the message I gathered from yesterday’s sermon. After the service, I told Rev. Jean Johnson, our pastor at Madison Valley Presbyterian, “Your message spoke to me. I think I’ll blog this one.”

So, here it is:

Prophets – Bah Humbug!

Who needs a prophet?
They are annoying, I think.
At best, they are pests.
At worst, they stink!

Tell ’em to take
Their soapboxes away
To some other place.
They harp doom everyday.

Isn’t it enough to try
To be good to each other?
Isn’t it enough
To love sister and brother?

Here we are this Advent
Being called to goodness and hope.
John the Baptist says we
Need baptism and repentance to cope.

He persists in saying
Mountains must be flat.
Paths must be made straight.
Who needs all that?

We like our high mountains.
We like crooked paths, too.
Who needs these prophets?
Do they annoy you?

Well, to be honest, I must
Tell you these truthtellers
Are important to us.
They’re really not such bad fellers!

They call us to be humble.
They show us the Christ-like way.
They remind us of past errors
And guide us to a better way.

Prophets help us discover
How love is better than hate.
They show us what really matters.
Heed them. Invite them in. It’s a date!

Be the love to the loveless.
Don’t worry and think you’re too small.
Listen to the wisdom of the prophets.
Their message is good for us all.

Let God’s light shine through you.
Be the prophetic face of love.
Go out and BE a prophet.
Share the message from God above.

Amen?

 

This post is too good not to repost!Day 2205: Who gives a crap? | The Year(s) of Living Non-Judgmentally


        This post caught my eye because it reminded me of my mom. One of the last expressions I remember her saying before she died was like this one, but a little more graphic. As we were headed out the door of the nursing home where she lived her last few year with increasing dementia, I told her, “Mom, we need to go back to your room.”
       “Why?” she barked at me.
       “Because your blouse is on in-side-out,” I explained.
       This woman, who lived her life vainly overly concerned about her outward appearance, continued pushing her walker toward the car. “Oh, who gives a shit?” she exclaimed.
       See why this “Who gives a crap?” by Ann Koplow caught my eye. Read on… she tells us what we should in fact “give a crap” about … and what not to be concerned with, too. Delightful!

“Who gives a crap about where today’s blog title came from? If you do give a crap, I saw that sign yesterday on the wall of a huge glass-blowing facility called Almost Perfect Glass  in Cambridge, Massachusetts. There’s my  almost perfect friend, Deb, who was working the annual holiday glass sale at Almost Perfect Glass,…
— Read on annkoplow.wordpress.com/2018/12/09/day-2205-who-gives-a-crap/

Meadow is Empty


Today, in our haiku journey along the Pan American highway, we have an image to inspire us, which was taken in Yellowstone National Park and it is entitled ‘Meadow’. Our task is to create haiku, tanka or other Japanese poetry forms inspired by this image with the theme of love.

My response to:

Carpe Diem #1561 Yellowstone National Park … meadow.

 

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Meadow is empty
According to naked eye
Wait just a second

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