Saturday, December 21, 2013

A CHRISTmas Song - a Kid - and the Holy Spirit

 

This is perhaps one of the most beautiful renderings of Silent Night [Mannheim Steamroller] I've ever heard.  The ending brought me to tears as a sixteen year old kid back in December of '84 when it was first being played on radio stations in Indy and still does today. 

I once did a floor devotion on this in college [2nd Lindy December 1987]. 

What starts out so simple in this piece reminds us of how the world started out so simply at Creation.  The LORD spoke and light and water and air and everything came into being - even us.

But the piece then builds into a much more complicated piece where many instruments are added in reminding us of our fall from Grace and how very difficult and chaotic life can become when we lose our focus - Jesus and His Cross. 

Then as the piece builds to a crescendo and all looks hopelessly lost in the cacophony of instruments and voices - a Mighty Wind rushes in representing the Holy Spirit Who fills us with hope and peace. 

And as the Holy Spirit whispers His message into our ears all of the instruments fade away and a simple toy piano plays alongside the harpsichord reminding us that the message is simple, childlike faith - Jesus Christ the Son of GOD has come into the world to live up to His glorious name - Jesus - GOD saves us. 

And as it winds down, the Wind of the Holy Spirit continues to blow reminding us of the promise Jesus made to send the Helper and that He will be with us to the end of the age. Peace is restored to our sin-filled lives - where we can once again 'Be still and know...'

Hard to believe a 19 kid from the southside of Indianapolis could come up with all of that - but then again - and as always - I had the Holy Spirit to guide me...

Merry CHRISTmas...

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

A Poem Inked Out of Heartbreak December 11, 2013




Heart(soul)sick
 
Our hearts are such vulnerable parts of us…
No – not the muscle beating incessantly in our chests…
But the ‘heart of hearts’…
That emotional place in our being…
That place that brings the richest joys…
That place that brings the deepest agonies…

Maybe – this ‘heart’ is truly our soul…
Sin is what makes our soul so vulnerable…
My sin makes my soul sing…
My sin makes my soul weep…
Others’ sin makes my soul sing…
Others’ sin makes my soul weep…
I have placed a shroud on my soul…
By the things I have done…
By the things I have left undone…
You have placed a shroud on my soul…
By the things you have done…
By the things you have left undone…
The agony in my soul today brings much…
Tears…
Wailing…
Slobbering…
Headache...
Redness…
Abandonment…
Longing…
A hope to make all better…
A knowledge that this is impossible…
A Mirror rules the day…
A Reflection of the sin that rules the soul...
 A terror-filled moment…
A resigned sigh…
An understanding…
 
The soul is vulnerable…
It needs saving from itself…
It needs saving from others…
Ironmongery and tree…
These will supply the altar…
An Innocent will supply the sacrifice…

Life will seep around the iron…
Life will flow down the tree…
Flecks of iron…
Splinters of tree…
Droplets of Life…
A recipe for the heart(soul)sick…
Yes – the Mirror rules the day…
A Reflection restored…
A terror-filled moment vanished…
A sigh of relief…
A repaired understanding…
 
In this life the soul will always be vulnerable…
But this life is now no concern for the soul…
For it is the Life to come…
This makes the soul leap for joy…
For in the Life to come…
Tears – wiped away…
Agony – banished…
Abandonment – forgotten…
A soul forgiven…
A soul at peace...