9.07.2013

Redemption

We have got to talk about redemption.
Redemption means
1. To recover ownership of by paying a specified sum.
2. To pay off (a promissory note, for example).
3. To turn in and receive something in exchange.
4. To fulfill (a pledge, for example).
5. To convert into cash: redeem stocks.
6. To set free; rescue or ransom.
7. To save from a state of sinfulness and its consequences.
8. To make up for.
9. To restore the honor, worth, or reputation of.
It's a transition - the renaming of a thing from one category to a different, more positive one. 
When we are redeemed through Christ we are a commodity bought and paid for, no longer in debt to the world, no longer a perpetually laboring slave,  we become sons to the highest God. 
However, for a time we must remain under tutors and governors, learning the ways of this God - how he runs his land, his goods, his delegation, his eyesight, so that when we inherit (we are heirs, after all) we maintain his heart in all things. In order to be just like him, we have to unlearn everything we have learned up to this point.
Not that it was all a waste, quite the contrary: every single encounter, violation, transaction, and perception has gotten you to where you are so you can choose to invest in your inheritance now. This said, the unlearning is an unraveling of who you've been told you were, what you were told you're not, what you thought you could do, to what degree you succeed or fail, how you interacted, reacted, or responded to people in every day life. To take on a new identity you must put off the old one. Who we are is sorted through, clarified, and mixed again with a sturdier mortar than anyone on earth has, and we become more and more like Jesus, like God, and when we seem him as he is we will be just like him.
All this cleaning comes with a price though. You were purchased, remember. A cup full of identity cannot be filled with anything else. To make the transition to your Godly nature you've got to be separated from the things that do not serve you. Hebrews 4:12 says the word of God is sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart. How can words do that? Well, God spoke existence into being and with a word binds up, tears down, constructs, and destroys. He's pretty articulate.
That said, man is a type and shadow of the earth. (Or is it the other way around?) The dirt of the ground is my body, the heavens are my higher self (light and freedom), the low places are my lesser self (darkness and bondage). ((  This is just for understanding, to show division between realms and mindsets. Really, man is spirit, a manifestation of the Faith of God set down so his sons could choose freedom and legitimate connection with him, and all the good or bad we experience in life are bent toward him, that higher purpose, so they're good and life is light. But we have to walk back into this connection through discipline, practice, lots of grace, and hope (expectation) that God will do what he's said he would. )) So the first place to begin walking in this 'Instructional to God-hood' is to understand the difference between soul and spirit.  ...

Freedom Christ


Who was Jesus ... is, sorry, who is Jesus.

The very name of Jesus has become so spiritualized and such an idol that we forget he was a man – like you and I – that he was tempted in EVERY WAY – like you and I – and that he somehow knew no sin. So what did he know? I want to know that.  Does CCU offer a class in that? Does Church?

God’s real. Who knew?

In EVERYTHING we’re under one of two masters: God or Satan (who's not God). Not-God has a stranglehold on all we know because he sits by the womb to consume men, so we serve him and the world and people and toil by the sweat of our brow until we hate and feel so thoroughly we’d never believe there could be another way. But Grace is to go free: Grace is to Change. I don’t have to remain what I have been. Or rather, I don’t have to remain who I have associated myself with. Satan told me I was gay. Then I said so. By my own confession I moved into this mode of living that changed my stature, my perception of my relationship with my dad, my ability to have male friends, the very things I thought I could be good at. Simply by adopting that frame of mind, that perception of WHO I AM, all my world turned into something pre-fabricated. Well, until something told me otherwise.
Perception is all of life: your boss tells you to do something and you get punchy because you don’t want to OR you do it gladly because YOU’RE THERE TO DO WHAT HE TELLS YOU. There’s life everywhere and we find ourselves outside of it more often than not because of the eyesight we've taken on. God's way is peace, and when you don’t have or can’t find peace – there you are. Located. So where is peace in those situations? God doesn’t vary -  he isn’t moved by your hellegiance. (I made that myself) He’s wroth with Satan whom you (I) have taken up with, and he comes to destroy Satan and his minions whenever we cry out. So he comes with fire to separate us from his/our enemies and we think he’s killing us because we so find ourselves in these things. Example:
Me: I’m gay.
Father in Faith: No you’re not.
Me: … No really.  Quite gay.
FiF: Mmm No. I mean, you can be if you want to, but why let that rule you?
Me: Rule me? I can’t help it! Why would anyone ever choose this?
Fif: Different reasons. What we choose is arbitrary; freedom is universal.
See the offense there? Rather than drawing out understanding from a man I trust with my life I sit and dig my heals in. All it takes is a ‘what do you mean?’ with a desire to know GOD (read: my self, freedom,peace, gentleness, longsuffering, spirit of self control, etc.).  God Is. Hence: I Am. So what are we? Small and temporal, wormy, disgusting, really really base? Uh...maybe. But Jesus died for us, so we're not that bad. He also called us brothers. God calls us his children. Since when can a father despise his children without first despising himself? Does God despise himself? I think not. My point is that he’s closer and lovinger than we have capacity for. But that’s why faith grows.

Go the Distance

I have often dreamed
Of a far off place
Where a hero's welcome
Will be waiting for me
Where the crowds will cheer
When they see my face
And a voice keeps saying
This is where I'm meant to be

I will find my way
I can go the distance
I'll be there some day
If I can be strong
I know every mile
Will be worth my while
I would go most anywhere
To feel like I belong

Down an unknown road
To embrace my fate
Though that road may wander
It will lead me to you
And a thousand years
Would be worth the wait
It might take a lifetime
But somehow I'll see it through

And I won't look back
I can go the distance
And I'll stay on track
No I won't accept defeat
It's an uphill slope
But I won't lose hope
Till I go the distance
And my journey is complete
But to look beyond the glory is the hardest part
For a hero's strength is measured by his heart

Like a shooting star
I will go the distance
I will search the world
I will face its harms
I don't care how far
I can go the distance
Till I find my hero's welcome
Waiting in your arms...

I will search the world
I will face its harms
Till I find my hero's welcome
Waiting in your arms






It's called 'Herculean Strength' for a reason,
but just a little faith...

filiali ties

If my brother is hurting, I am hurting.
I didn't realize this until now. So I pray for settling, that the pain be transformed into healing; that the pieces fall to rest in close company, solid and fixed with no gaps.

Tongues of Fire

27.10.12


I sat in the dark and was filled and bullied with winds inside me. I lifted my head upward and yelled and I flew into pieces.

I was wracked with emotions: big slimy ones and huge red slippery ones, enormous green heavy things.  I couldn’t handle them. I was filled with helium that was rocking and needed attention.  I sat down and lifted up my hands. My head broke open and a wind and smoke came in, pushed apart my halves and sifted out the debris in me. I confessed I wasn’t my own, even the thoughts the emotions stemmed from were not me. The smoke passed over my hand and left bullets, teeth, small bones. And the emotions were lifted. 

There was still weight. I was cracked open again and a giant tongue slid into the crevasse, past my brain and heart to the center of me where things start. The tongue was warm and it filled me – I was an ear and it was speaking to me. I could hear his voice. The tongue became fire and burned and burned – it remained and was lit on the oil of me. 

I was rocking and couldn’t shake something. A voice began in my core and from the roots of the earth, it grew in a steady roar that shook the room, the world, it was my voice and the sound of everything and it developed into the words ‘YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW STRONG MY LOVE IS’.

9.06.2013

summer, magic.

Standards and Dreams



Our fathers really are our models for God: they teach us who we are, how to be men, how to be humble, how to be a steward, how to accept grace, how to draw the line, how to love. Your father never gave anything away; He taught you how to question everything, and to do so, but he didn’t give you anything to stand on and no sense of self. To build your life around arguments, pushing one way and then the other, is to be forever on unsteady ground because you construct a ‘best-of’ sort of existence, if you construct one at all. Without a line, something sturdy to stand on or measure from, an absolute, everything is arbitrary and relative. People say nothing in life is sure, but  speaking with you these last days, looking at how my life of learning to see absolutes speaks for itself, I have no problem saying ‘you might be absolutely right’ and be done with it. God’s ways are higher than man’s and they cannot be figured out. They must be heard and received; they must be walked out and then scoured roughly for understanding; they must be walked out again and then polished; they must be applied and applied improperly so your idea of ‘getting a concept’ can be smashed. God is all in all: your ‘successes’ and ‘failures’ (set-up according to a world’s standard), your application and not applying, your love and hate and servanthood and ‘I’m a good person’ acts, your malicious intent and the murder in your heart - - God uses it all for your growth. So walk free from doing yourself into any worth. The idea is that you’re worthwhile regardless of what you do. When you can hear that, then receive it, then live like it, you’ll be something new, seeing the world with new eyes and a new perception. We change every day so we can see more clearly what is real. We’ve just been trained in the habit of telling others to see how we see instead of seeking greater clarity for ourselves.

I had a dream yesterday: we were Arab (thank you Aladdin), working and living in a palace, trying to overthrow a complex and lying “democratic” dictatorial government.  We tried to establish the collapse of the economy or some such nonsense many times and always failed, but this time, with the palace guards right on our tails, the plan we set in motion succeeded! I remember being exultant. We used the Japanese Yen as the standard against which the state of our economy somethingsomething was measured and just when the national news related our financial collapse (which would lead to reform), the phone rang, and one of our leaders answered it. His face fell. He looked at us ashen-faced and said ‘the Japanese Yen has fallen’, and this large LED board behind him illustrated that dramatic point with numbers that dwindled. It was instantly evident that the government had manufactured and somehow controlled this standard the whole time, and that there was no hope.
-Of course it was all cinematic and breathy, like a Bourne movie, all drama and lighting and running and suspense…and all that stuff told in just a couple quick scenes. Anyway, the whole measuring-against-a-mobile-standard thing applied.

We judge ourselves constantly because we see and remember all our mess-ups and wickedness. But God doesn’t remember any of it – he says our sin is cast into the sea of his forgetfulness.  So we can walk free right now into what we want to be or where we want to go. 
Who your dad was or is and what he did or didn’t do doesn’t matter – where are you at now? What serves you? You’re free to choose. That’s the point. You can argue all sides of an issue, pros/cons, merits/demerits, and come to some conclusion, but freedom lies in your heart, and you know with more than logic when you find it. Our choices are rarely based on logic, anyway.
 
Satisfaction is not circumstantial because circumstances change. Emotion is not satisfaction because it’s so elusive it’s often hard to name. Satisfaction has to come from some standard that does not change and can always be revisited. That’s why the bible’s a big deal: when you can say ‘I believe the bible is the final authority’ you have something that doesn’t shift like sand. We get in arrears about interpretation and blind reception, but that’s where faith in GOD and not in man comes in. So believing the bible could be a faith in anything if one is to believe it by faith in God. The thing is just the symbol, like a torch in a dark night: you don't believe in the torch, you believe it'll lead you the right way. But people believe in the things: money will make the way easy, or relationship will save them, or looking good will make the world know their worth. We all believe in something – the bible simply has answers and illustrates a WAY that, like God (go figure), is self-propagating. Once you’re on the way simply being on the way helps keep you there. And when your heart is set on the way falling off it isn’t such a big deal because the trajectory you’ve set yourself on brings you right back to it.

I have been hurt when I have held onto things that didn’t serve me. Pride, for example. I can have these conversations with you now when I couldn’t a year ago because I wanted and NEEDED to have an understanding of God, so I would have defended my stance and who I was sure He was and would  have told you you were wrong about this and that and that. But now I just have me and my experience of God, and it’s so light. It gets heavy again when I have an idea about who I am or how I stand or how to be in God or what’s good and right and all that, but it just goes to show me where I still think like the old me – then I can put that off and grow light again.
We make identities, like you said, by seeing people and determining ‘I am that’ or ‘I am not that’, and we find names to call ourselves and behaviours to integrate or maintain and when one day a friend kindly lets me know I’m ‘not acting like myself', the internal crisis in me comes to the surface: I am in conflict. Conflict is in me. We learn who we are because we were made for certain things – building relationships, understanding and becoming Love, walking free of the world (in it, but not of it). All of those are active things in process and to be done now. The bible says ‘Now is the moment of salvation’ because God is HERE RIGHT NOW and to recognize that is to come under something that doesn’t hold you down or torment you, doesn’t demand anything of you, but blows all the fowl of the air away so you can breathe again. Then, once you’re quite recovered, he teaches you how to shoot the damn things down, those violent and consuming thoughts. How to take them captive to something that doesn’t change and is proven true (all day long if you look for it). When everything’s relative, all these ideas that crowd your mind fight for voice and because everything has merit to some degree, there’s no reason to clear the air. So the murder of crows remains. And kills you all through the day and more so at night.
It is necessary to hold something True, whether it’s that God is, or that He is not, because to be in the middle is to be in chaos. The bible says be either hot or cold, that is, choose a side – you can always change sides, but to try-to-want-to-be or to think-you-ought-to-be or to try-to-act-as-if are all weak postures that keep you stagnant long enough for the carrion to come in. The idea of faith is movement, because what you have faith for is where you will move. You go to work because you understand that if you don’t work, you don’t eat. Your faith is that your work will provide for you, and more than that, it gives you something to be about all day long. Somewhere to test your energies in a different field, under the same master in a different form, to work out your salvation under the harsh, the hippie, or the yuppie taskmaster.
God's all one.

8.28.2013

good God

Heard a thing today from Ram Dass.
Then that thing happened to me.
So I wrote.

God put me next to you today, which can be as important, insignificant, or coicinidental as you want.
To what degree is God the lead in your life doing, orchestrating, directing things for you; what's it mean that he guides your steps; leads you beside still waters, lays you down in green pastures; protects you, hedges you about, holds you in the palm of his hand;
God put you in my way.

It fell on me fifteen minutes later
and this writing was suddenly for me.
How ... do I not yet expect that kind of thing? hehe.
He's pretty consistent, and, you know, good. 

7.17.2013

Loss prevention

I shall tip forward into the wind or upon the people I want to become so I become nothing and a part of everything.
I fear for my heart and my dangerous thoughts because I don't turn on them. I center myself on this kernel, taut in the middle of myself, clench my fists, grit my teeth, let out a shout and blow to pieces disappearing into nothingness and giving ...gifting?... myself to everybody and everything. My gift I can't see and have no standard with which to value it: I cannot understand value in itself, a thing's value just because it is. In theory that's a thing, but not in my operating yet.
I am between my best and closest friends in peace, in the sun, and I hold them and who they are and am eclipsed totally. They rise and my shoulders slump. I sink into the ground and my bones clack upon each other. Everything I measure by has no value, but I'm not used LOVE just LOVE and BEING because I am mashed into gruel at the thought of my self or the apparent failing of my purpose and prize. I speak one thing and live many others.
I am confident in the truth and purity of the word when I am alight, but I don't live it.

The pressure is always there to be something more. But it's not pressure, just a push, always offered and always given. Do you want more or don't you? You are free to stop for a while, or for a long while, forever if you want, but if you listen the call will always be to the hunt or to the places you haven't cleaned or explored yet because the garden was given to you. What will you? What do you will? What will you do? Whose will? To what end? Where are you looking and what are you doing? How do you spend your days?

What do you win, what do you loose; what do you receive, what do you lose?
What do you carry and what do you finish; what do you run for and what do you hold?
How much of your waking time and how much of your life is bound up in stuff and nonsense...



life is so much more; a god-love enshrouds us
we are held and there's nothing to lose

3.19.2013

Savior's Song



A song from one of my notebooks
 
Pillar of fire
Cloud of witness
Jesus
You’re my King
Jesus
Everything
Borne again
Freedom rings
Favorite words
To you we sing
Abba
King in me
Jeshua
You’ve set me free

Glowing pearls
Sweetly scented
These gifts of God
For those repented;
Bronze statues,
Structured gems,
Guilded rooms,
Cold till then –
Favored light
In golden hues
Lightness bright
In heavenly blues

Blaring trumpets
The truth in peels
The sound of change
These reaping fields
Raging seas
Power of water
Gift of strength
To Sons & Daughters
Breathing in
Your word, your love
Your purity lord
Within, above.

Songs of life
We lift in praise
You move me lord
So many ways.