a vocalized pause

Here is the lull before the impending thunder.  A day like any other, to be sure; but different wholly.  Today is a measure of trust, like most any day, and I have a vested interest in that measure.  So what of today?  Today is Halloween, the next commercial holiday, though there’s nothing particularly holy about it.  My school holds one of it’s ‘Harvest’ days this day; partly renouncing it’s association with Halloween and partly deriving it’s name from the goal of the day for it’s students… to harvest souls for the Kingdom of God.  Harvest, reap, claim, usher in, give that one last push, participate in God’s work in the lives of yet to be known faces in the Dallas area; it will be different for everyone.  Many will feel some sense of defeat before they leave to ‘advance the Kingdom’.  Many of those same people and others will simply be afraid.  Still others, though by far the fewest of us, will go forth to notch their belts with kills, though it stems from a sincere want to obey God.  My hope…

A day of discovery.

A new sense of God’s presence in the awkward, unsure places.  Deeper trust in the power and plans of God for all his children.  Peace with my identity in Christ.  Peace with my enemy…              me.  Communion with Christ.

May it ever be.  Amen.

reality

I care, and I would provide had I the resources, but I don’t. I have great discounts on expensive things, but that only makes them less expensive, not affordable. I would give her the world if I had it to give, but my aim over-steps my means. I don’t know why; she is only my friend; but a friend is worth more, I guess, than the world.

one.earlymorn

One early morn I walked outside to find that fall had come; the feeling of it. The smell that thrills me and hails the beginning of my favorite time of year hadn’t arrived, but didn’t slip by, I don’t think; only delayed itself, and I still wait for it now. Fall hadn’t come as I expected it to; and I think that nothing long awaited truly does come as one might expect; indeed, even the best things. Arrivals are to be enjoyed ‘as is’, and treasured that they are at all. So as it happens, the clear chill which opens to me the possibilities of life slipped in quietly, but not long unnoticed. Tomorrow is the fair with a bright-eyed girl and a new friend. Oh, the possibilities of the Fall.