Smell it wild

The kingdom of God is like unto:

rainfall
splatter paint
fences as far as the eye can see
hiking
mountain ranges
the awesome strength of a storm
plains
travel
architecture
sweetbread


I challenge you to a game of wonder: where do your notions fall short? Truth is, and we do our own thing, without the will to consider any sort of alternatives. Would you let God split the things you love? the things you adore? the things you worship? It's hard, but it's everything you want. What will you give or give up for the desire of your heart?

Praise for his glorious grace

I've been muddling in emotion the key-lime/pastel color of my new shirt all day. I sat lowly and stood with eyes downcast, my voice was small and weak, and I have been prepared for any of the people I work with or even some guy off the street to come in and rip into me with the things I'm doing wrong.
I've been aware of the feeling, and that it's unprofitable as well as unnecessary, but I only just remembered Jesus and that there's a flipswitch that sets things right again - where I stand upon the earth (it doesn't stand on me), where my soul is under my spirit (not over), and where I can live the life of liberty granted to me by the highest order. ..... I just spoke with my God (uh, I meant to write 'boss') in boldness, rather without timidity, sure in who I am in such a way that I didn't take anything but came alongside. And then I smiled like a jackal to such an extent I got confused as to whether or not I was crying.
I heard that there are more connections in the brain than atoms in the universe and I thought - is it any wonder? A huios theos will certainly have a lot of brain activity: the doctor's would see lightning where lumpy grey matter should be.

I went to bed knowing God would wake me up and he did at 3. I hemmed and hawed about getting up and I don't remember how I justified not doing so now, but I got up and started looking into 'Earnest' because the line I woke up with was 'those who earnestly seek the kingdom..' and I don't even know if that's a verse at the moment. What I do remember is that 'earnest' means with fire, or hot, heat, boil. Which was funny to me, though I should be anything but surprised.
Praise for his glorious grace

There was a song on the radio that says 'if you won't take me out then please take me through this'- and I stopped short because something was suddenly clear to me. God goes to great lengths to orchestrate our perfection - and we just want it finished. When every second is a part he planned, with his heart in ours, his hands on mine, oh the closeness of the father! His warmth and breath, his smell and presence. I Am! I Be! I am this, that He made me.

I used to think he was unapproachable. How that could be I can no longer fathom. All he is - all of it - is approachable. Praise for his glorious grace.

Peals of Thunder

Let the testimony ring out: the Father has called His children to Him. The bells are ringing, the trumpets sound, the voices of angels are all around us and the time is nigh. We've waited for such a time as this and He's made it clear it's come: today life or death - you choose. And we break into a run!
In praise once the men were dancing and moving. It was fun and light and the father was spouting off life the way he does. Then he concentrated on my Brother Zack and I, reminding us not to despise our youth, but rather to make the choice and get into our order. My belly began burning and my head got really light and as I was face to face with my Father a fever-pitch of anticipation welled within me as God himself said 'Hans. This is the way. You are the Bride. Will you Marry Me?' with these words the energy moving in me broke forth in a cry that thanked everything my creator ever envisioned for the wonder that he has made manifest in me: YEESSS! and I broke out dancing all over the room. I can still hear the sound and glory that colored my very soul.
Praise Be To God, for his are good works. I repeat myself when I pray 'Lord you've done great things' and I only know a little of what that means. But I say it every time I pray.

So here's to God, the all-Father and King, The Lord of Lights, the Holy One. I raise a toast of wine, sweetest gift, poured out and offered up for love of the love of brethren and the love of my life, the Husband, the head, the one who first poured out that I might see and know.

Love the love of the Brethren. This is my body broken for thee; Today we dine in Peace. Today we walk forth in greater Glory.

Mid-Race

I've hardly been floundering enough to manifest a blog, yet I've been stirred enough to know that pouring out and streams-of-consciousness are quite enough to get a fire going.
This reminds me much of my Livejournal from High school: a private, personal place to go public with everything. The past two days I've written ridiculous-length letters to friends. Nothing they've asked for mind, but I just whisper a bit and then travel and espouse and fall in the mud and keep talking. And I've been hopping every ten minutes to see if they write anything back, to see if it stirs an ember. Always looking elsewhere for a little strike/ignite action. (noted dissonance with peace/my walk/the word of God). But here I declare God's glory and goodness, surety to fulfill his promises wholly. and here...

I'm still here. It's cool to say on this side of the veil, for it's no longer with a hint of impending removal. The Lord's just kept me by His side and Here I Am. HI(y)A! Found in him. I find me here. I adore those phrases that reveal the Aha! of his revelation: 'I find' is the chief among them. I'm also very much into the way he crystalizes his reality to us, visions and impressions that he yanks from the unused portions of our brain that make us revel in the things which were there but ever-unknowable.

I do labor to enter his rest. He does it; he supplies the strength, desire, the oil for ease, the faith. It's like he said 'Make a house' and rather than flipping out because we don't know how to make a house we listen to the rest of the statement that goes 'here's the plans, the consultants, the workman, the weather, the time, materials, dedication, and energy' and we're left with nothing but our Huh? face on and the one unanswered question: so what do I have to do? Like, actually? mmBasically we're left with Campfire ease and a Sunset promise.

I galapagogo this walk with God. It's a new sort of dance.
To a short outsider it looks like spasms, and it seems like the funky chicken if you're tall.
To the cross-eyed it's clear I fly, and to the lost traveler it looks like I'm going somewhere.
To the one who shuts his eyes he hears my music;
to the one who tries to see into what I'm doing he glimpses sparks and rain and wind and fire;
the one who joins me dances into eternity.
A song on my lips,
a rhythm in my hips,
into the anointing of God I slip and am lost forever,
found by no mere man,
sought only in spirit,
discovered by the son of man this child-like grace floods about me
and I swim with no need for air.
How this way looks foolish is incredible when it makes so much sense.
Just walk under - in the shade and the son,
just walk under never fearing 'cuz you belong,
just walk and keep on walking 'cuz this joyous work is never done.
Allelu the son of God,
Allelu the being,
Allelu the faithful one who walks in faith unseeing.