Wednesday, May 27, 2009

थौघ्ट्स ओं एक्सोदुस

what...a mid-week post, what is going on...

I am not sure why/how my title converted to...some type of asian language. I like.

i'm pretty stoked about B.Mo #5 tonight. If you have no idea who B.Mo is, she is a southern bell who brings the truth of Jesus. Beth. Moore.

check it.

This is what I have learned recently: ......where to start.

I'm in Exodus right now. That's not true, I just finished Exodus this morning and will now commence Leviticus. Exodus is interesting because it is when the tabernacle was introduced. God with His people. Some things to note:

1. The description of the tabernacle, the various instruments of the priests, etc, reminded me of the description of the throne room in heaven described in Revelation. Similarities like...a lampstand. Jewels. Things of gold. the Presence of God.

2. The priests. What a stunning parallel to Jesus as our high priest. Exodus introduces the role of the priest, what they are to wear and whatnot. Here is the most stunning thing I read, "You shall take two onyx stones, and engrave on them the names of the sons of Israel, six of their names on the one stone, and the names of the remaining six on the other stone, in the order of their birth...Ans you shall set the two stones on the shoulder pieces of the ephod, as stones of remembrance for the sons of Israel. And Aaron shall bear their names before the LORD on his two shoulders for remembrance....So Aaron shall bear the names of the sons of Israel in the bresastpiece of judgment on his heart, when he goes into the Holy Place, to bring them to regular remembrance before the LORD."

made me think of Jesus. Interesting how the OT points to Jesus. How he now, with our names, stands before the Father, ever causing remembrance to the LORD for us on our behalf. Halle-lu-JAH.

3. Moses. shiny face man. He wore a veil when he was amongst the people of Israel, but when he went back up on the mountain, he removed the veil. Of course he did. Veils veils veils. and now that veil is gone for us too. Halle-lu-JAH.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Writing well really depends on the mood that one is in and what occupies one’s mind in that particular moment in time. If the sun was striking the road or cherry fields in a profoundly soft way, or if it was 6am and the birds were waking up the earth and all it’s inhabitants or if I had just come from having some deep stirring in my heart of hearts and some enlightenment deep in the recesses of my very being…then maybe I could write something staggering.

Or maybe I could just make beautiful the daily moments of life in rural Ontario. Because I find nothing to be more beautiful than something a lot of the time.

Nothing like the lack of activities to do in Houghton Centre, a hovel of seven houses and an asparagus pack house in the middle of no-where, So Much Nothing, in fact, that people are reading their Bibles. Because they have time. Because bibles often come last in our culture except the v.v. beautiful and subtle transformation that is occurring is that m.m. of the students are choosing the Living Jesus these days. So I praise God for nothing to do.

Nothing like the bike posse that has developed. The group started with one bike, than two, three, four, five as families were called and bikes were dropped off. Half the team bikes the 200m to work every day. And then there’s the daily evening lazy cycles down the road. Where shall they go today? To the left or to the right? There are really only two directions to go…how about left again? No, we went left yesterday…and the day before…and the day before…

Nothing like creating art out of lugs and wire fences and deformed mailboxes and roadkill.

Nothing like let’s go for a walk or maybe just all sit in the same room not saying anything at all, but just being and reading and being and reading and maybe chuckling out-loud at the outrageous scene in your Anne of Green Gables book, and someone is plucking away at a guitar somewhere near-by and just doing a lot of nothing and yet some significant something.

Saturday, May 09, 2009

o man, s-a-tur-day... NITE! S-a-tur-day...NITE!

first week of spears is DONE.

bueno.

life in Ontario. it is excellent. today i discovered something new. it was tremendous. i went for one of those i-gotta-burn-some-excess-energy-in-a-non-violent-sorta-way type of runs. and the wind was just ferocious, which was alright, because i was good and ready to battle this particular foe and then! i came across the piercing shadows of the wind-tower blades. the sun was just in the right place to cast the most stunning shadows of the three blades slicing not only the air, but the shadows through the grass. I looked a fool as i jumped and skipped the advancing shadows in my pent-up, iPod-blaring state of determined exhaustion. I think there were a few yelps and war cries along the way, but that is one of the singularly most magnificent things about rural landscapes. there is no one around to react in any sort of way at all. solitude. give me a little creation. and me in it. creation joining with creation for some good Jesus time, some good "being" time and some good ridiculous and riotous fun time and nobody will know. except in writing. which is hardly knowing at all.

shadow skipping. it's my new favorite activity.

I had another phenomenal time in creation last night. but that was a Divine moment and one that I will not minimize to words.

I've become a morning person. As in very early mornings. With the Lord. I am practicing the Secret Place. I like it there. I'm making use of the leadership thing and the group is required to have three early mornings, pre-asparagus barn, time with the Lord. They will thank me in four months when they have a firm foundation to stand upon when they return back to life and the world. Giving the Lord our best, right? They've responded well. We're making a collective, yet individual, effort to know our Lord. the Lord of the Bible.

Ah-men.