Monthly Archives: December 2014

December 17, 2014 Joseph



‘But after he had considered these things, an angel of the Lord suddenly appeared to him in a dream, saying, “Joseph, son of David, don’t be afraid to take Mary as your wife, because what has been conceived in her is by the Holy Spirit. She will give birth to a son, and you are to name Him Jesus, because He will save His people from their sins.” (‭Matthew‬ ‭1‬:‭20-21‬ HCSB)

‘After they were gone, an angel of the Lord suddenly appeared to Joseph in a dream, saying, “Get up! Take the child and His mother, flee to Egypt, and stay there until I tell you. For Herod is about to search for the child to destroy Him.” (‭Matthew‬ ‭2‬:‭13‬ HCSB)

Good morning, God’s Child.
Back in Joseph’s day, there was no Prozac. We don’t know his words or his arguments with his Maker. The language of his actions, his constant flowing and reflowing in response to an Angel’s concern is all we have to see into Joe’s psyche. He would have wanted concrete answers. Instead, he was given a mystery. He was to be placed on center stage in the drama of all mankind. His role never led to any kind of keeping-up-with-the-Jones’s normalcy. Instead, every splashing movement of his obedience became dire in the way that even the river waters reflect light … the way the play of the sun and shadows on a creek bank would offer up the anticipation of God Almighty’s glory and majesty. The way a bee delights in honey, and a tiny baby prefers its momma’s breast milk; the way a branch grows out from union with its tree trunk – the intimacy of a husband to his wife: Joseph’s obedience in the mystery is a most persuasive teacher of desire for Yahweh drawing us ever closer to His heart. As only God would have it, Joseph’s obedience in the mystery somehow became yours and mine as well.

Wake up.
Answer “yes” to the drama of your mystery.
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December 16, 2014 Mary



‘And Mary said: My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord, and my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior’ (Luke 1:46-47 HCSB)

The world’s harshness opens us up to The Most High’s very own tough and demanding love, doesn’t it, DearHeart? Every single glimpse, every encounter we have of Mary’s journey – she is surely in a state of pure shock. Yet, to have never been shocked would have held her away from the throngs of God Almighty’s very own wild and undomesticated beauty. In Mary, from her first calling through to her grave, we see a world of suffering absorbed into the churning grief of God’s own heart. To experience the cross, especially from Mary’s eyes, is certainly to be shocked by the depths and the mystery of God’s own wild compassion. Compassion without limits.
And, then … just thinking this through with you … to flip it again … I have to marvel – sold out, breathtaking marvel, at God-creating a ferocious and wild world … then wholly sharing in its own suffering.
Just give me Jesus.

Wake up.
Marvel in your suffering.
God’s goodness reigns.
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December 15, 2014 holly



‘Then Jesus came out wearing the crown of thorns and the purple robe. Pilate said to them, “Here is the man! ” (‭John‬ ‭19‬:‭5‬ HCSB)

Hello, BelovedOne –
The holly of a Christmas season is a reminder of my King. Blood red berries ooze out from leaves deep and green. The berries, the color of the blood of the Life-Force that keeps us healed and dangerous and life-giving to others… His blood, forever covering scars on the inside where they belong and beating steady-on a careful warmth for others on the outside where it belongs.
Not the other way around.

Wake up.
Leave the warmth of your touch.
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December 12, 2014 star



‘When they saw the star, they were overjoyed beyond measure.’ (Matthew‬ ‭2‬:‭10‬ HCSB)

Good morning, ShiningOne-

In the end, the heart speaks, asking the last star, didn’t you wonder why you never fell when the wind blew so mean? …. you are the masterpiece… at last– painted again each night… always shining the way to the Christ.
This comes with love for all who are in the storm, DearOne-that each one turns away from the self-doubt of ‘nothing can ever be made right’… and turns instead, in compassion, ‘to shine hope and hold
on’ for yourself and for others… for hope is made of the commitment to hold on to The Promise … hold on… and to allow a simple gesture of love, to be at the center… and to let, at least for a while, the cynical self, you know – the one who spoke out of turn too often – let that one lose energy, holding the acts of love like precious petals, letting go of old failures, and stringing together stars of one’s best blessings, rooted in the very woodgrains of a tiny manger.

Wake up.
Hold on (because, some days, that’s the only requirement).
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December 8, 2014 gifts


‘Entering the house, they saw the child with Mary His mother, and falling to their knees, they worshiped Him. Then they opened their treasures and presented Him with gifts: gold, frankincense, and myrrh.’ (Matthew 2:11 HCSB)

Good morning, ShiningStar!
Too often, we want it all.
More and more things.
Selfish stuff.
One of the most important choices we can make is the finding, for ourselves , the difference between things that beckon to us and things that call from our souls.
Having a Savior who looks at you as
a true living-breathing entity, one that is human but made of very fine and
soulfully magical parts; yes, the One who places friends who support the atoms in you… He is the gift you are looking for.
As you gift your dreams and life and moments to Him, He gifts back.
He allows you to remain conscious in the fight, remain intuitive on your journey, and He remains in charge of the fiery light in you that sees and knows.
The gift of your life that you give Him, He fills with life and power as never before.

Wake up.
Plan gifts from your soul.
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December 5, 2014 bells


December 5, 2014 Christmas bells

‘I wait for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning — more than watchmen for the morning.’ (‭Psalms‬ ‭130‬:‭6‬ HCSB)

Hello, DearHeart!
On the second bookshelf, on the back wall a collection of various sizes and shapes of bells waited like watchmen. Growing up, more than once, I remember Nancy and I thinking of her mother’s collection, “no, we probably shouldn’t” … but, how could we just walk-on by and leave them sitting there lonely and unrung?
All beckoning those of us with bell-ringing intentions glowing from our hearts. Oddly, at least to me, they had a sort of ethereal charm. They drew me in … each with a clapper and sound of its very own that leapt up and painted the walls of the entire room and covered every picture frame and cushion, and the charmed ring trickled through our hair and down our necks and backs and through our fingers. And, we would stop and let the end of the sound wander out, up the chimney and up into to sky. Then, we would try another.
This season bells sing.
Let each charm strike your heart to be repainted in the glory of The King. He knows your way, even without words His presence guides you. Hear a bell sound and return to Christ, your Center.
By that sound, be led to rest and repair from being hurt by people who claim to love you.
Be repaired from those whose-
words hurt you,
voice tone hurt you,
mannerisms hurt you,
bad habits hurt you.
Let the ring hang as a truth … so you know the choices you and I make minute by minute, especially with the loves with whom we have been entrusted, determine our earthly comfort level. I believe that. Kindness wins both ways. For the giver and for the receiver.
Nothing good comes from hatefulness. Hate tortures the hated, but even more so, the hater. And, it can and will manifest itself in many ways:
Some people refuse to battle their demons, don’t they?
And, those demons take root. They stick around and haunt in the most evil ways.
But, the bell rings, and signals the arrival of a Savior.

Wake up.
Find a bell.
Move into His presence.
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December 4, 2014 absorbed



‘Suddenly there was a multitude of the heavenly host with the angel, praising God and saying: Glory to God in the highest heaven, and peace on earth to people He favors!’ (Luke‬ ‭2‬:‭13-14‬ HCSB)
Hello, ChristmasHeart-A heavenly host surrounds you. You can’t see them, but they are there.
Your focus is on your demands …
To do lists.
102 irons in the fire.
End of year wrap-ups. Stop it.
In the back of your brain, an old Christmas Carol calls.
Make yourself stop and breathe.
And, breathe again.
As your life has a destiny, your day also has a destiny….even as it is spilling over with your
probably-should do’s,
you can choose to take control.
Or, not.
Close your eyes.
Listen for the Carols. Or, seek one out. Be absorbed by every single sound and innuendo.
Let your heart be transported to the very edge of the wooden manger. Peer down on your tiny Savior. Press his soft cheek next to yours.
Hold Him. And, be controlled today by your true destiny.
It’s all about Jesus.
It’s all about eternity.

Wake up.
Listen. Then really hear.
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December 3, 2014 trees


‘Then all the trees of the field will know that I am Yahweh. I bring down the tall tree, and make the low tree tall. I cause the green tree to wither and make the withered tree thrive. I, Yahweh, have spoken and I will do it.’ (Ezekiel‬ ‭17‬:‭24‬ HCSB)

Hello, SacredHeart-
Growing up, we had a real Christmas tree. There was great fanfare in scouting out a family farm to find the perfect prospect. One year, I was sick and didn’t get to go with Dad and the brothers on the ‘great tree pursuit’. They brought home the biggest mess of a tree. I cried at its lopsided horror, and never missed another tree hunt! Actually, I don’t even remember my brothers going after that. It was just dad and me … Can’t imagine why they bailed …
“How ’bout this one dad?”
“No – it has two trunks, but this one is nice”
“Does it have a bird nest, it has to have a nest”
“no, no nest, we’ll keep looking.”

I’ve written before about the Christmas tree reaching deep into the heart of the earth then stretching its holy branches in glorious adoration to God Most High … but, in every way, the tree points to Christ …
-a ‘father-carpenter’ was chosen, one whose hands daily knew every detail of a tree’s strength. Trees.
-our Savior, born in a wooden stable. Trees.
-lying in a manger. Trees.
-praying in a garden. Trees.
-crowned with thorns. Trees.
-crucified on a cross. Trees.
Trees tell a life-story of our Savior, and like a tree we, too, root deeply into Christ … in anticipation that as the winds toss us here to yonder, perhaps a single seed carried away to a distant place by the Oklahoma winds will take root … and Truth will live on and on.

Wake up.
Notice Christ’s Truth calling to you from a tree.
Tell me what you see.
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December 2, 2014 wreaths


‘Listen, my son, to your father’s instruction; don’t neglect your mother’s teaching; for they are a graceful wreath on your head, and beads for your neck.’ (‭Proverbs‬ ‭1‬:‭8-9‬ CEB)

Hello, AngelHeart,
I love how our family traditions and the symbols of Christmas point to Christ. For the past few months, the Holy Spirit has
applauded each time I’ve stopped to question “how does this ____ reflect toward my Savior?” So, I’m
sharing my thoughts for a day or two or thirty – how the Christ-symbols raise my “A-HA, yes, yes, yes” eyebrows … at least what it means to me.
Mom and I had a flower shop. During the holidays, wreaths were our biggest seller – why? They remind us of a never-ending eternity.
Eternity’s Decoration, the usual evergreen color portrays life, even in the middle of winter. The different colors and materials of wreaths show year round perpetual love.
It also brings a bit of wilderness in – a reminder that it’s only by steering through life’s wild-dangers that we step out of our low-key mundane days of mediocrity and dullness. Face to face with the oncoming attacks we gain trust in the One and Only. Compassion grows there in the fight in light of a promised eternity.

Wake up.
With fresh eyes, see wreaths.
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December 1, 2014 howl on



‘Even a sparrow finds a home, and a swallow, a nest for herself where she places her young — near Your altars, Lord of Hosts, my King and my God.’ (Psalms‬ ‭84‬:‭3‬ HCSB)

Mornin’, BeautifulOne-
Human diversity is odd. Especially in our families. And, even more so is the **unity** that comes from God’s design in spite of the differences. What kind of Creator thinks this stuff up?! It somehow reminds me of the Trinity … mutual interaction – a mirror of giving of ‘Himselves’ to others. So different, yet-even more so, the same.
Then, too, that same ‘diversity-unity’ marriage, carries out into the plains where native birds nest and wildlife scramble. Even there the exchange of love and sharing this space characterizes God’s innermost being. Perhaps that is what the Trinity teaches us the best-the house rules of how to exist together in spite of our odd make up.
On a cold, winter, Monday morning like this, it kinda makes you want to step out the back door and in reckless gusto, howl to the heavens with the coyotes, doesn’t it?

Wake up.
Notice points of unity.
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