Monday, May 1, 2023
Waterfall
Sunday, January 1, 2023
Songs of Thankfulness & Praise
Monday, November 1, 2021
Trees in Autumn
As mentioned in other postings from this date, we recently took a trip to the White Mountains, in the far eastern part of Arizona, near New Mexico. A different look for AZ, for those of you not familiar with the state, right? Here is some fall foliage on the trees, some with evergreen mixed in. The colorful trees are quaking aspens, so named because their leaves shimmer at the slightest gust of breeze. They are a poplar, related to cottonwoods and Eurasian poplars. Regarding evergreens, the elevation was high enough in spots to see Douglas-fir and true fir trees. I think there was some spruce around, but we didn't get photographs.
Wednesday, September 1, 2021
The Long View
Tuesday, June 1, 2021
Signs of Change
In Romans 8:18-23, St. Paul wrote about how all creation was subjected to futility, to frustration, not because it did anything wrong, but because God decreed it. (See Genesis chapter 3 where the very ground was cursed because of humanity's sin. Sinful humanity could not be allowed to live on in an otherwise perfect creation.) Paul talks of creation groaning as if in labor pains, waiting to be set free.
Over the past 2 years, I have finally gotten my favorite flower, black-eyed Susans, to grow here, though outside of its range. This year, however, one of the plants is putting out some freakish flowers with multi fused heads. Below are photos of one with three fused heads developing.
open with some "normal" heads |
These links will provide you other black-eyed Susan photos and a poem I wrote about black-eyed Susans a couple years ago.
Tuesday, September 1, 2020
Perspectives
"Rain" means something other
If you're not from Arizona:
"Into every life..."*
(Twist you here the knife)
"A little rain must fall..."*
(Unmitigated gall).
At last God sent us rain
To ease this climate's pain
Elsewhere they have floods--
Far moreso than the rain;
I want to see Your Face:
Lord, Jesus, come with haste.
---c.m.b. (c), 2020
(a summer of record breaking 110+ days in Phoenix; no rain; high ozone)
*A paraphrase from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem, "The Rainy Day" (see link below)
Friday, June 5, 2020
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
--Robert Frost, 1923 (1924 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry winner)
Ferreting out exactly what Robert Frost's religious beliefs were are difficult. Things are compounded by the losses in his life. However, as this poem alludes to the Garden of Eden, the first creation by God, and how it was sunk by the first sin (Genesis 3), it is being incorporated on this Christian site.
Although this poem seems bleak, it does speak of cycles of life that will continue to come about in this imperfect world: there will be new flowers or leaves on the tree next year; there will be a dawn tomorrow; people will die but leave their descendants after them.
Tuesday, April 3, 2018
The Right Mind
Who, subsisting in the form of God
Did not [consider this] to be grasped;
He did not esteem it to be equal with God.
But He emptied Himself into the form of a servant,
Having taken the likeness of humanity*
Having been made and having been found
In appearance as a human,
He humbled Himself,
Having become obedient unto death,
Even death on the cross.
Christ of St. John of the Cross, 1951 Salvador Dali; Kelvingrove Art Gallery and Museum, Glasgow |
Therefore God has also highly exalted Him
And granted to Him
The NAME above every name,**
So that at the NAME of JESUS,
Every knee should bow,
In heaven and earth and under the earth,
And every tongue should confess
That KURIOS JESUS CHRISTOS
["that JESUS CHRIST is LORD"
or
"that THE LORD is JESUS CHRIST"]
To the glory of God the Father.
--St. Paul, Philippians 2:5-13
(translated c.m.b. April, 2018)
*Not a stab at gender inclusiveness, but more faithful to the Greek. ["Anthropos", humanity vs. "aner", a male man.]
**see Revelations 19:12
Monday, January 1, 2018
Winter Wakenth All My Care*
Now these leaves waxeth** bare;
Oft I sigh and mournfully stare
When it cometh in my thought
Of this world's joy, how it goeth all to naught.
As though it hath never been;
That many sayeth, and so is still:
All goeth by God's will:
All we shall die, though we like it ill****.
Now it fadeth which has been***:
Jesu, help that it be seen
And shield us from Hell!
For I know not how long I go, nor how long here I dwell.
Tuesday, December 20, 2016
From Old Narnia to New Narnia
"So," said Peter, "Night falls on Narnia. [Narnia is destroyed; comes to an end.] What, Lucy! You're not crying? With Aslan ahead and all of us here?"
"Don't try to stop me, Peter, " said Lucy. "I am sure Aslan would not. I am sure it is not wrong to mourn for Narnia. Think of all that lies dead and frozen behind that door."
"Yes, and I did hope," said Jill, "that it might go on forever. I knew our world couldn't. I did think Narnia might."...
"Peter, " said Lucy, "where is this, do you suppose?"
"I don't know," said the High King. "It reminds me of somewhere, but I can't give it a name. Could it be somewhere we once stayed for a holiday when we were very, very small?"
"It would have to have been a jolly good holiday," said Eustace. "I bet there isn't a country like this anywhere in our world. Look at the colours. You couldn't get a blue like the blue on those mountains in our world."...
"If you ask me, " said Edmund, "It's like somewhere in the Narnian world. Look at those mountains ahead... Surely they're rather like the mountains we used to see from Narnia, the ones up Westward beyond the Waterfall?"
"Yes, so they are, " said Peter. "Only these are bigger."
[They compare some of the other Narnian mountains to what they are seeing.]
"And yet they're not like," said Lucy. "They're different. They have more colours on them and they look further away than I remembered and they're more...more...oh, I don't know..."
"More like the real thing," said the Lord Digory softly...
"Kings and Queens, " [Farsight the Eagle] cried, "we have all been blind. We are only beginning to see where we are. from up there I have seen it all---Ettinsmuir, Beaversdam, the Great River, and Cair Paravel still shining on the edge of the Eastern Sea. Narnia is not dead. This is Narnia."....
"The Eagle is right, " said the Lord Digory. "Listen Peter. When Aslan said you could never go back to Narnia, he meant the Narnia you were thinking of. But that was not the real Narnia. That had a beginning and an end. It was only a shadow or a copy of the real Narnia, which has always been here and always will be here... You need not mourn over Narnia, Lucy. All of the old Narnia that mattered, all the dear creatures, have been drawn into the real Narnia..."
It is as hard to explain how this sunlit land was different from the old Narnia, as it would be to tell you how the fruits of that country taste...The new one was a deeper country: every rock and flower and blade of grass looked as if it meant more. I can't describe it any better than that...
It was the Unicorn who summed up what everyone was feeling.... "I have come home at last! This is my real country. I belong here. This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till now. the reason why we loved the old Narnia is that is sometimes looked a little like this..."
"You do not yet look so happy as I meant you to be."
Lucy said, "We're so afraid of being sent away, Aslan. And you have sent us back into our own world so often.
"No fear of that," said Aslan. "Have you not guessed?"
Their hearts leaped, and a wild hope rose within them.
[Aslan explains that they died in their own world. That they and the Pevensie parents have come out of the "Shadow-Lands" and will stay in the New Narnia forever.]
And as He spoke, He no longer looked to them like a lion; but the things that began to happen after that were so great and beautiful that I cannot write them...now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story, which on one on earth has read: which goes on forever: in which every chapter is better than the one before."
--C.S. Lewis, The Last Battle. (c) 1956
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
The Golden Morning [Sun]
Joy her adorning,
On us is gleaming,
Rays brightly beaming,
With her beloved heart-quickening light.
My head and members
Lay deep in their slumbers,
But now awaking,
All sleep from me shaking,
Gazing on heav’n, I rejoice at the sight.
God’s work unfolding,
Made for His glory,
Telling the story
Of all His power so mighty and great
And where the Father
His faithful shall gather
In peace, whenever
Earth’s ties they shall sever,
Leaving this mortal and perishing state.
Our Maker bringing
Each good and blessing
We are possessing:
All be to God as an offering brought,
The best oblation
Our heart’s adoration.
Songs meet and thankful
Are incense and cattle
With which His pleasure most fitly is sought.
Evening and morning,
Sunset and dawning,
Wealth, peace, and gladness,
Comfort in sadness:
These are Thy works; all the glory be Thine!
Times without number,
Awake or in slumber,
Thine eye observes us,
From danger preserves us,
Causing Thy mercy upon us to shine.
Though all decayeth,
God ever stayeth,
He changeth never,
His Word and will have unchangeable ground.
His grace and favor
Are steadfast forever,
In our hearts healing
Death’s pangs that we’re feeling,
Keeping us now and eternally sound.
Father, O hear me,
Pardon and spare me;
Calm all my terrors,
Blot out mine errors
That by Thine eyes they may no more be scanned.
Order my goings,
Direct all my doings;
As it may please Thee,
Retain or release me;
All I commit to Thy fatherly hand.
The good and healthful,
The harmful, unhelpful,
Thou my Physician,
Who know’st my condition,
Hast ne’er more chastened than any should be.
Griefs, though heart-rending,
All have their ending;
Though seas be roaring
And winds outpouring,
Thereafter shines the dear sun’s blessèd face.
Fullness of pleasure
And glorious leisure
Then will be given
To me there in heaven,
Where all my thoughts are directing their gaze.
--Paul Gerhardt, 1666. Translation, composite. (adapted)
Saturday, November 7, 2015
For All the Saints
[a little late for All Saints Day on November 1st,
but the thoughts go on]
For all the saints who from their labors rest,
Who Thee by faith before the world confess,
Thy name, O Jesus, be forever blest,
Alleluia! Alleluia!
O blest communion, fellowship divine,
We feebly struggle, they in glory shine;
Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
My grandma, in her glory since 1996 |
The saints triumphant rise in bright array;
The King of Glory passes on His way.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast,
Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host,
Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Alleluia! Alleluia!
The golden evening brightens in the west;
Soon, soon, to faithful warriors cometh rest.
Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
---William W. How, 1864
Sunday, March 3, 2013
It Is Well with My Soul
When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Refrain:
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live*:
But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
*"For, to me, to live is Christ, but to die is great gain." ---St. Paul, Phillipians 1:21
**The Jordan River in the Holy Land. The main eastern boundary of the Holy Land, it has become a symbol of the river to cross over at death, to enter heaven. It is also the river in which Jesus was baptized.
The writing of this hymn has such a moving story behind it that I included the link above. For a deeper meaning from this hymn, look into the following verses:
“Praise the Lord, O my soul.” --Psalm 146:1b