miércoles, agosto 22, 2007

The unsearchable riches of Christ

Haven't posted in a while, and since school started this week (weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooo) don't see too much posting in my future either.

But I know exactly what I want to put on tonight. An exherpt from Evening by Evening by C.H. Spurgeon, another good friend of mine.

“The unsearchable riches of Christ"

Ephesians 3:8

"My Master has riches beyond the count of arithmetic, the measurement of reason, the dream of imagination, or the eloquence of words. They are unsearchable! You may look, and study, and weigh, but Jesus is a greater Saviour than you think him to be when your thoughts are at the greatest. My Lord is more ready to pardon than you to sin, more able to forgive than you to transgress. My Master is more willing to supply your wants than you are to confess them. Never tolerate low thoughts of my Lord Jesus. When you put the crown on his head, you will only crown him with silver when he deserves gold.

My Master has riches of happiness to bestow upon you now. He can make you to lie down in green pastures, and lead you beside still waters. There is no music like the music of his pipe, when he is the Shepherd and you are the sheep, and you lie down at his feet.There is no love like his, neither earth nor heaven can match it. To know Christ and to be found in him—oh! this is life, this is joy, this is marrow and fatness, wine on the lees well refined. My Master does not treat his servants churlishly; he gives to them as a king giveth to a king; he gives them two heavens—a heaven below in serving him here, and a heaven above in delighting in him for ever.

His unsearchable riches will be best known in eternity. He will give you on the way to heaven all you need; your place of defence shall be the munitions of rocks, your bread shall be given you, and your waters shall be sure; but it is there, there, where you shall hear the song of them that triumph, the shout of them that feast, and shall have a face-to-face view of the glorious and beloved One. The unsearchable riches of Christ! This is the tune for the minstrels of earth, and the song for the harpers of heaven. Lord, teach us more and more of Jesus, and we will tell out the good news to others."

Amen, come Lord Jesus.

martes, junio 12, 2007

I want so bad

to read C.S. Lewis again.

Ever get that urge? Want your brain stretched out and your insides washed?

And yet... I read the Bible every day, how shallow my soul must be.

Thou, Lord, dost show mercy; forgiving Thou art;
Abundant Thy kindness and love
To all those who sincerely upon theyy do call.
My voice, Lord, attend from above
Ps 86:5-6

sábado, mayo 12, 2007

Somebody to be

Finding myself in possession of the house I…

(throw everyone’s pillows around)

(sneak onto computers and change email passwords)

(switch each bag of chips into a different bag)

no, I read Andrée Seu’s Normal Kingdom Business.

At the risk of violating all sorts of copyright laws and being chunked into prison for the rest of my days, I wanted to share one of her articles with you. Don't think I got all of it the first time through, but there was a blessing in it, in the end (you watch that with her, she makes your head work). She describes some of my inner struggles (read: faults) and turns the topic to a Savior who day by day is equally gracious unto me.


Be somebody

Find affirmation in Christ or spend a lifetime in terror of standing outside the “local ring”

| Andrée Seu

I look at women. It's a bad habit and I have to stop. I'm a woman myself, and this is not a lust thing, not in the common sense of the word. I cast surreptitious glances at my gender passing on the street to see where I fit in the hierarchy of being. I derive assurance from homeliness and terror from beauty. I grade on a curve. There, I'm as shallow as that.

When you don't have an internal sense of Self, you need an external—and a constant supply of it. You're condemned to roam the earth a parasite. The restless spirits of Matthew 12 go through waterless places and have no peace until they find a host. They do not exist apart from this.

If you tell me I am something, I am something. But you'd better say it every day, or at least once a week, because I've become a junkie for your praise, and my kingdom is in constant danger of overthrow. Your affirmation feeds my Self.

This is not different from what goes on in hell. The junior demon Wormwood, recipient of formally affectionate but vaguely disturbing correspondence, finally asks point blank if his Uncle loves him. "Love you?" comes the reply. "Why, yes. As dainty a morsel as I ever grew fat on." Screwtape's final communique, after the mission has gone badly, and the velvet glove is shed, is signed, "Your increasingly and ravenously affectionate uncle."

We are all in need of a Self, of being somebody with respect to an outside source of approval. It is not as if there are people who need to be affirmed and other people who don't. It's just a matter of which reference you elect to heed. No one is ultimate enough in himself to be his own final integration point.

In 1944 C.S. Lewis gave the Memorial Lecture at the University of London's King's College. Of all the charges he might have given the eager young scholars, he warned against desiring to be in "the inner ring." "I believe that in all men's lives at certain periods, and in many men's lives at all periods . . . , one of the most dominant elements is the desire to be inside the local ring and the terror of being left outside." Lewis adds, "Unless you take measures to prevent it, this desire is going to be one of the chief motives of your life. . . . Any other kind of life, if you lead it, will be the result of conscious and continuous effort."

Or, failing your "conscious and continuous effort," the Lord, in His mercy, will send a storm into your life. Now when your lover leaves you, and you have a strong sense of your value in Christ, it hurts a lot. When your lover leaves you and you have a shaky sense of your value in Christ, you suffer identity destruction.

Jesus met a woman at the well who had had five husbands. I would guess she had Self issues. I would say she was a hollow in search of filling. Jesus wanted to fill her. He said, "If you knew the gift of God, and who it is that is saying to you, 'Give me a drink,' you would have asked Him, and He would have given you living water" (John 4:10).

Perhaps all lusts are corruptions of good desires. Before "sin, the flesh, and the devil" got a hold of us in Eden, we desired (and we had) sweet intimacy with the Lord—and because of that, with each other. His love, and the assurance of it, were the wellspring from which to bathe our neighbors in nurturing, the hub of a solid soul from which spokes of ministry and not manipulation emanated.

Intimacy is not a secondary agenda of the Incarnation and Passion of Christ. The salvation these wrought were a salvation into the sweet lovemaking of the eternal Trinity. Being somebody, being affirmed, delighted in, held in close embrace, are where reality began and where it all goes to.

Acceptance is tendered: "I will give him a white stone, with a new name written on the stone that no one knows except the one who receives it" (Revelation 2:17). My soul, find yourself in Jesus and be free.

jueves, mayo 03, 2007

viernes, abril 20, 2007

Hallucinations

One last post from the midst of a paper writing kick, just to show how silly your brain can get.

End of the semester homework does something to your head. Just like they tell us in psychology class, people are often thrown into disorders by extra stress.

I was just lowering the blinds in my room when a fake flower lei fell from the curtain to the ground. My first thought? “Aah! It’s a flying bunny!!!”

Freud would be amused.

jueves, abril 05, 2007

Levitical Thoughts


It’s funny when your mind starts all of a sudden making connections in the Word. Last night somewhere between poli sci studies and the pillow I found myself reading Leviticus 6 and the words wouldn’t stay on the page. As a way of helping me remember it, I thought I’d write it down the random musings for you, and we can see whether it holds up to the light of day.


First there was verse 5 talking about making restitutions for stolen things: “he shall make restitution for it in full and add to it one-fifth more. He shall give it to the one to whom it belongs on the day he presents his guilt offering.” It just struck me that there is a timeliness to our dealings with God and man. Even if the stealer had the restitution ready, both people had to wait until he brought his sacrifice for worship. How often I need to be reminded that everything has its season.


Then when it is talking about bread for the priests in v 18, it makes a surprising statement: “Whoever touches them will become consecrated.” Wow, I’m used to thinking that common people who touched the holy things contaminated whatever they handled, but this time it works the other way! My mind went to David and the holy bread, and also to Christ thousands of years later who knew what was really going on there. The wonderful ways of God.


And then v. 23 “So every grain offering of the priest shall be burned entirely. It shall not be eaten.” And I thought of the Lord Jesus Christ who was consumed on our behalf and how I’m to be an offering wholly committed like him (Rom 12:1).


Lastly it just struck me how the whole burn offering system took faith. You had to bring something before God and watch it all burn away. You had to trust that the Lord would count it for something that would make you clean, “an offering by fire of a soothing aroma to the LORD.”


miércoles, marzo 21, 2007

A New Approach

The skinny:

First half of semester – done

Spring break – lovely

me – alive

life – good


The fat:

Tonight I picked up a volume of Charles Spurgeon expecting get a useful read, and instead had my brain stretched out again. Gotta watch that with Spurgeon. Smart fellow.

The passage he expounded was from Paul (II Cor 1:11-12), and just when you thought it was another sermon on prayer, Spurgeon caught the apostle approaching God in a special and deliberate way, using what he calls the Rule of Three: “He [Paul] argues from the past to the present and from the present to things yet to come.”

How simple and yet how encouraging! If I used this approach in my own prayers to God wouldn’t it make them more confidant and hopeful? If my faith is too low to ask for tonight’s forgiveness, need I look any further than this morning’s mercies? Too many times I forget the word that commands “Pour out your heart like water before the presence of the Lord” (Lam 2:19). I let my prayers get bogged down. Tonight, with the encouragement from Spurgeon, I want to call to mide past deliverances, with the hope, even confidence, that the Lord will rescue me now and in the future.

“Whatever our circumstances are, however perplexing our pathway may be, and however dark our horizon, if we argue by the rule of He has, He does, He will, our comfort can never be destroyed. Courage, then, you who are afflicted. If you had a changeable God to deal with, your souls might be full of bitterness; but because He is unchanging, every repeated manifestation of His grace should make it easier for you to rest in Him. Every renew experience of His faithfulness should confirm your confidence in His grace. May the most blessed Spirit teach you to grow in holy confidence in our ever faithful Lord.”

Amen to that.

miércoles, febrero 28, 2007

Friends!!

I have them!!

And they comment even when I’ve disappeared!!!

and when I have

big

astronomy

tests

.

lunes, febrero 05, 2007

A quote

“Happy pearl divers go overboard for work”

-Unknown

jueves, enero 18, 2007

She posteth soon!

but not today

ha

viernes, enero 12, 2007

WC!

For soccer people this means the world cup.

In China it stands for Wing Chun, a Kung fu system.

In Scotland we know it indicates the water closet (you Americans do the math).

In science it might stand for water column, a unit of preasure to the area of a column of water on Earth.

And we won’t even go into Warcraft, or White Castle, World Championship, or Wisconsin Central Railroad (you know you were thinking about it)

But if you’re Reformed Presbyterian

And a college student

In Indiana (or Ohio, or Pennsylvania, or Kansas, or wherever)

This

Means

WINTER CONFERENCE!!!!!

Oh yes!! To all who did not know that this was going to occur, you must pardon my absence on blogger to spend time with 129 fellow fuzzies (can you believe it?! One hundred and twenty nine people! A record! A hoard!!! A mob!!!!) at the delectabe Shangrila valley nestled in the midst of a Indiana… uh, paradise of uh corn. Yup corn.

For those of you who did know of this happening and happen to have happily registered

you shouldn’t be reading this post – go and PACK!!!!!

There.

Goodbye.

viernes, enero 05, 2007

Friday view

A new day. A blank page. How can God be glorified today? (if only I asked this every morning!)

My Christmas break now contains three days left in which to… live. Now is not the time to pine over what I didn’t get accomplished, but to give thanks for the break that I did have, a very peaceful one in the past few days. I’ve got to spend a lot of time with my family, shopping with mom, sitting and talking with dad, running Amy to work, reflecting and praying at the end of the day with Ben. This is the good stuff, I keep telling myself, and I think that’ll still be true during the school year.

Something else that has come as a blessing has been time to read. This past year for the first time, I’ve been working on reading the Bible in a year and now I’m getting pretty close to the end. During the holidays I’ve been able to devote a lot of time to catching up so that I can finish in time. Reading all of Romans in just a couple of days – whew! that’s a kick! I’ve had time to make headway in other books as well, and started Wuthering Heights (insert the evil gurgle of a happy literature student) which I’ll be studying in a Lit class. I’ve needed to read that book for years, and now I can both read it for pleasure and get some school work out of the way – yippee!

And finally this break has been a time of spiritual…. hmm, challenge, as Christmas break has proved to be for me recently. But today I’m not going to waste time listening to the devil, perhaps I’ll never know how much work he’s already impeded with temptation, and self focus, and doubt! I guess it’s just that the holidays are times that my true {selfish} self comes out more clearly, and this gives me trouble. On the one hand this is discouraging (let’s be honest), but on the other it’s a special opportunity for the Lord to deal with these things, to clean up the mess. Could He still work in my heart in the last three days? Yes, even until the fourth watch of the night (Mark 6, where Christ walks on water).


Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of His might. … take up the full armor of God, so that you will be able to resist in the evil day, and having done everything, to stand firm.

Stand firm therefore, having girded your loins with truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace; in addition to all, taking up the shield of faith with which you will be able to extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. Eph 6:10, 13-17

viernes, diciembre 29, 2006

Head surfacing after… stuff

I’m sure that moving and the holidays and setting up a house could have a better name than stuff. But from a blog’s point of view (poor little blog) everything that keeps the blogger away is just non-blogging stuff. So tonight, stuff be gone!


Having said that, hope that my friend Karen doesn’t mind if I steal from my letter to her to post. :P

We’re settling in to Kokomo just fine. One of the greatest uncertainties about coming back was a job for dad, and after a prayerful wait of a couple of weeks, the Lord very mercifully gave Dad his old job at the Rescue Mission back, so we’re rejoicing over that!! As for the rent house that we found while in Scotland – we really like it! We’ve been moved in for a week now (just in time to get some crazy Christmasations up and swoop on some gifts from Target!). We have been busy setting things up in kitchen and bedrooms and yard, even raking up the winter leaves has been fun (it let me meet the neighbors’ rottweiler across the fence, whew!).

Does it feel as if we never left? Hmm, I guess that one gets a traditional yes and no. Yes the crackers in Kroger are just where we let them (and there was great rejoicing), and Mom and Dad, who drove in Scotland, have marvelously switched right back into driving on the right over here. I’m actually the one who keeps trying to get into the wrong side of the car, I think I got more set in my ways than I realized! Other things I think will just take a little more time, I’ll have to weed out the word ‘trousers’ in favor of ‘pants,’ which makes me feel like I’m saying ‘underwear’ now!

Anywho, the Lord has brought so many numerous things together that we couldn’t have, every day wakes with more blessings, we feel that the Lord has brought us in His own time to the place He wants us to be, and we want it too.

martes, diciembre 26, 2006

Merry

Christmas


a day late.





Life is good.




Kokomo is good.




Eggnog is good.





And God is good.










Ain't it so?!

miércoles, noviembre 29, 2006

Precious

All the precious things in my life today couldn’t possibly fit in this post, but I'll let you in on a few. I went to school today and the sun was shining. Sunlight is precious because only God can make it.

Yesterday I spent a wonderful wonderful day with mom. She has been wanting to come to uni with me one day, so we sallied out to hunt down Macintosh architecture, and Willow Tea Room tea. A precious time with us two girls.

[Plot Spoiler: I do in fact have very important news for those of you who haven’t heard, so prepare yourselves. But truth be told, I haven’t time to explain it in detail, do also go to Amy’s blog to get another wee spin.]

Things that are numbered are precious, and so are my days at Glasgow, in Coatbridge, and in Scotland. That’s right, we Jonses, we all of us five, are coming back to the states soon. in December. before Christmas. (Again, see Amy) surprise or no, we are headed back, and my days remaining here are quickly going.

While walking up the hill at uni this morning, I realized that today is precious as well – my last day to be a teenager. Mañana por la mañana (tomorrow in the morning), I will have been here two decades (and at long last I’ll have a use for all my fingers and toes to tell my age!).

But on better reflection, it’s clear that today was precious for a lot more than that – sunshine, tea, fingers and toes being all very well. Today I got on the subway and got to open the infallible word of God, today He preserved me in heath and brought me through his beautiful creation on the train, today I went to His psalms and they ministered to my soul. What could be more precious than living with Him for today?

What shall I render to the LORD
For all His benefits toward me?
I shall lift up the cup of salvation
And call upon the name of the LORD.
I shall pay my vows to the LORD,
Oh may it be in the presence of all His people.
Precious in the sight of the LORD
Is the death of His godly ones.
O LORD, surely I am Your servant,
I am Your servant, the son of Your handmaid,
You have loosed my bonds.

Psalm 116:12-16

sábado, noviembre 25, 2006

Snappy snaps of the distant past

Well, sortof. I wish to share with you the photo saga of a day in the life of Cabbage (subtitled A Slug of UG). A couple of Thursdays ago I thought I’d bring Ben’s camera along to school and see what kind of pictures come out. Fuzzy ones, let me tell you. This is just a sliver of my travels too and fro, hopefully the captions will tell you everything you need to know. And just to add some spice to your pepper, I’ve organized the photos to a poem by Robert Louis Stevenson, one of the gentlemen whom I’ve been studying in Scottish Lit this semester (oh pardon, I mean one of the gentlepeople – lets be politically correct in our saga). I would recommend reading through just the titles first, to get the poetry.

So enjoy…

if you dare.




The Wind Blew Shrill And Smart

by Robert Louis Stevenson


The wind blew shrill and smart,

A wind of bacon usually greets
me at 8:30 breakfast, thanks mom.

And the wind awoke my heart

my absoulte favorite view each morning
from the station, special even in the grayness


Again to go a-sailing o'er the sea.

the bus sailing along, my first form of transportation


To hear the cordage moan

These days on the bus route it's
traffic lights that make us moan,
I haven't noticed any cordage anywhere...


And the straining timbers groan,

Now this picture was deliberatly fuzzy. Whenever the
bus is late I have to run to the train station, so here I'm

definitely straining my timbers.


And to see the flying pennon lie a-lee.

Coatdyke Train Station with the
08:59 pulling in

O sailor of the fleet,

This dude isn't feeling very fleet!
I felt sorry for him nodding off like he did, but
not sorry enough to keep from taking his picture. :P

It is time to stir the feet!

My train ride ends in Partick Station, Glasgow
where I head down 2 stories...

It's time to man the dingy and to row!

to the subway

It's lay your hand in mine

this is it, folks - Glasgow West End in a nutshell
coffee, chatting, smoaking, and Greggs

And it's empty down the wine,

no, that isn't a glass in my hand
What I really need before Scottish Literature class
is a big Mountain Dew.
Hey, at least I'm here.

And it's drain a health to death before we go!

This is Hugh
he wrote poems
He watches over us every Friday
and his head's on fire.
Fear the Hugh. Fear.

To death, my lads, we sail;

I rather like my wee pack lunches
but I do agree that there's somethng morbid
in the peals of a halved banana
Oh well, sail away, sail away, sail away...

And it's death that blows the gale

I'll never forget the professor who told me
"Go behind the Adams Smith building,
You'll recognize it because it looks like the Gaza Strip!"
::snort: There's always construction around U of G
and diverting our attention to posters doesn't really help.

And death that holds the tiller as we ride.

as we ride... downtown?
A view of south campus


For he's the king of all

Jack doesn't like pictures, so here he is.
He might be considered the king of our theatre
'cause he's usually brilliant ...
if he weren't so sleepy. Poor Jack.

In the tempest and the squall,

No, no squall in the Partick station again,
just a Cabbage rolling off the escalator


And the ruler of the Ocean wild and wide!

A last view of the uni from the train













Well, that's the last of the poem, but here are a few more pictures from the day.

Some shots from the steps of the Department of Scottish Lit





And one picture boldly taken during lit class. Apparently the paintings around the wall are ment to inspire us to greatness at 10 am in the morning.
If you call Hugh MacDiarmid's flaming head an inspiration you must be hard core Scot Lit!










jueves, noviembre 23, 2006

Merry Thanksgiv' to all


and to all a good night

jueves, noviembre 16, 2006

Ecological impact of beavers Castor fiber and Castor canadensis and their ability to modify ecosystems.

this was one of the recommended articles that a database brought up when I typed in 'scotland' 'landscape' and 'literature'


i love research

miércoles, noviembre 15, 2006

I think that I shall never see

















a poem as lovely as a tree







Aspen on Cedar Mountain, Utah

viernes, noviembre 10, 2006

the word

Thus says the LORD, "Let not a wise man boast of his wisdom, and let not the mighty man boast of his might, let not a rich man boast of his riches; but let him who boasts boast of this, that he understands and knows Me, that I am the LORD,"

Jeremiah 9:23-24a.