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Letting faith form

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1 Sam 21:1-22:2   David went to Nob, to Ahimelech the priest. Ahimelech trembled when he met him, and asked, "Why are you alone? Why is no one with you?" David answered Ahimelech the priest, "The king charged me with a certain matter and said to me, 'No one is to know anything about your mission and your instructions.' As for my men, I have told them to meet me at a certain place. Now then, what do you have on hand? Give me five loaves of bread, or whatever you can find." But the priest answered David, "I don't have any ordinary bread on hand; however, there is some consecrated bread here — provided the men have kept themselves from women." David replied, "Indeed women have been kept from us, as usual whenever I set out. The men's things are holy even on missions that are not holy. How much more so today!" So the priest gave him the consecrated bread, since there was no bread there except the bread of the Presence that had bee...

David ~ the wilderness: when David was really king.

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Space Mountain. It is a ride at Disneyland.          I can nearly hear the question marks popping out of your mind as you read. "Wait-wait! I thought the title was 'David ~ the wilderness..." ? Yup, it is. "So? David...Space Mountain? ? ? ?" Have you been on the ride? It is roller-coaster. It spins and turns and climbs and falls. It feels like flying, like being thrown out of control. But it is -- elaborate as this mini-model shows it is -- just a roller-coaster. The thing that makes it kind of genius is that it is a ride in the dark, lit only by tiny little lights...sort of like the little ones we sometimes put on Christmas trees. We are spun and twisted, thrown up and down, raced round and round all in the dark. The dark makes all the difference. There is no way to anticipate, no way to prepare a reaction. I scream, as I ride. But it is a really a piercing note of laughter. I love it. Space Mountain: It is crazy, and wild, and fun! Fun be...

trying

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If anyone is out there reading this .... sorry. I have been 'missing in inaction', as it were, as far as my blog goes. I feel a bit like I have been taking a long walk down a long hall ~ a long narrow hall. There is little space, there is nothing on the walls, the white changeless walls, there is nothing but sameness and walking forward...and away  --  away? Away from? I don't know. That is how it feels sometimes when I haven't written for a while. The place inside where I 'hear' what I write is empty...vacant like the white changeless walls of that hallway mentioned above. I am moving forward but in an empty just going, but going nowhere sort of way. When I get into these vacant places, as I walk toward the computer to sit and write, or even THINK about walking toward the computer to sit and write, the feeling is like ... well you know when you were a kid and it was fun to play with magnets? One side of the magnet -- say the north side -- would join, CLINK, ...