Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Remebered

In some its blatantly obvious, in others it gently simmers. The inherent desire to make a diference, leave a trace, be remembered. Even the compulsion not to leave a draining trace--think: not a earth-tearing ground hog but a touch-down butterfly--is another side of making a diference by not being the other, the expected; the pounding elephant or destructive, thoughtless human. A reversal of the norm, even in subtlty, is by its very nature a distinction; a statement of difference.
The solemn thought is that in reality everthing I do and say does make a difference. Is remembered. Is recoreded. I am not just taking about the ripling pond effect, the ever widening circle of influence that never real dies but cycles in cause and effect generation after generation. I am referring to the permancy of the eternal record (Matthew 12:37 "For by thy words thou shalt be justified, and by thy words thou shalt be condemned" and Revelation ) and the choice of destiny they reveal. The fact is that the invisble and inherent exercise of choice is revealed by my words and acts.
No fear. You won't be forgotten. You are captured on the dramatic reel of eternity. And your film will play the story line you created. One that reveals the

The Earth is your Stage, the Universe your Theater, your Choices your Play and the Eternal your Judge.

May the final curtain find you draped with the laurels of

Friday, February 15, 2008

Not Me

That's not part of me...
I don't claim it
I don't want it
I despise it

That's not part of me...
Its intwined and
behind and
inside me

That's not part of me...

It's me.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Defining Catalyst

Inspiration sometimes chooses the most unlikely moments to spur me on.

I've been on my bed feeling for all the world like an over-aired ballon suspended in vibration on blasting rock 'n roll; a.k.a I'm like really sick. My head's pounding with a thunderbolt headache and my whole body feels like it was struck by a runaway wal-mart semitruck. Inspite of my deathly physical symptoms, my thoughts are very alive. In times like these my fingers are the ones that are slow.

It has been said that confession is good for the soul but hard on the reputation. But it occured to me that more often than not our confession is really a driven declaration. An acknowledgement to something that lay within the relm of our 'blindspot', self-imposed or otherwise but that most every other observant soul saw clear as day. With that in mind I asked myself why others have not more often checked me on some of my balatant inconsistencies, unbalanced opinions, and unhealthy patterns of behavior. I won't decieve myself into thinking that my actions or for that matter, my soap-box passionate speeches were really all that persuasive. Beyond timing, a willingess to question me or even my own questionable receptiveness; I realize the answer is not cut and dry.

I've grown to appreciate my own blindspots...after I realized what they were that is. Those areas have deepened my respect for the insights of others, encouraged humility and have become the areas where I grew the most...exponentially so.

I say all this to say this. God is the only constant. I'm the variable.

Dictionary.com defines Catalyst this way:

1. a substance that causes or accelerates a chemical reaction without itself being affected.

2. something that causes activity between two or more persons or forces without itself being affected.

3. a person or thing that precipitates an event or change.

4. a person whose talk, enthusiasm, or energy causes others to be more friendly, enthusiastic, or energetic.

The Creator of the Universe, the Originator of the unique combination that makes up me, the Author of my salvation is my ultimate Cataylist. His unchanging substence is what causes any lasting reaction, any lasting change for the better.
But there is no doubt in my mind that He works through people to 'catalyst' to me. And so it is to the priviledge of 'mind sharpening mind' that I dedicate the random thoughts that will no doubt be posted here. No man is an island unto himself and I certainly don't want to be the first woman adrift unto myself. My desire is to verefy, affirm, and at the same time question and yes, challange our mutual thinking 'ruts'. I expect and accept the same thing back. Your insights might just catapult me into my next big paradigm shift or help deepen my convictions.

Here's to clear writing and thoughtful readers!