Peeling Onions

This is what I understand it to be like:

Picture an onion.  An onion has many layers or skins.  You peel off these very thin, almost see-thru layers of this world slowly exposing a newer, ‘cleaner’ interior.  An inside that is lighter and brighter, like there is some light deep inside trying to shine through – a glow that is ignited in each of us once we accept the Spirit into our lives.  Each day, with God’s help, we attempt to peel another dirty layer of this world off of our souls – revealing the true ‘being’ .  And, as we peel, we may even cry occasionally saying good bye to another layer of our former selves.  But peel we must.  Peel fast or peel slow – you’ll get the same light.  But the light won’t shine until you peel…..Does any of this jive with what you see it like?

Do you know who you are talking to?

A friend named Bunny told me one evening that the reason we are here on earth is to help one another get to Heaven – That our purpose was so much more that birth, life, work and death. And that each time we interact with one another is an opportunity to help each other move closer to God. Certainly makes you consider how you interact, maybe what you say or not say. In the context of our eternal destinies, even an innocent passing remark can unknowingly adjust our path in either direction. I need to think hard about the following passage from The Weight of Glory (C.S. Lewis), which I happen to come across on Google:

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Screw ‘Society’

Society tells us that it’s not polite to talk about God when you are with family and friends. Why is that?  What could possibly be more interesting than how we will spend eternity? We spend more time talking about our next vacation, the kids’ dental hygiene, or the crap on TV, by a very large margin. I can understand if you don’t believe in God and don’t want to dwell on your ultimate demise. But, as believers we should know with some level of certainty that eternal paradise – the home which we were created for – awaits for us once we leave this world.  I mean, shouldn’t we all be jacked up about that?

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knock, knock…it’s Mr. Durant

We have all had the door bell ring, usually on a Saturday or Sunday morning, and two or three nicely dressed smiling people greet you and ask if you have heard the good news about Jesus Christ. I used to respond as short and politely as possible, take their handouts and wish them well. Now that I have become a little more informed, I occasionally engage these people in a little conversation and bless them for the work they are doing. I now get that the Jehovah’s Witnesses are doing good work, something that is not easy. The last time they stopped by I actually read through the handout. Continue reading

We Are Family

Morning has Broken (click this link)

If we spent as much energy focusing on what binds us rather than what separates us, Christians, Jews and Muslims would realize that we have much more in common than not.  This song is a reminder that we all share the same Father:

Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.
Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlight from heaven.
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetnes of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass.
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning.
Born of the one light Eden saw play.
Praise with elation, praise every morning;
God’s recreation of the new day.
Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word.
Songwriters: Eleanor Farjeon, Jan Kisjes

Old Enough

young MaryOne mistake most of us make is to talk to young people as if they can’t comprehend the deep stuff like God and a relationship with Christ, when in reality they are around the same age as Mary when she became the mother of Jesus, and David when he slew Goliath…let that sink in a minute.  The images to the left might look like a couple of kids you would see at a mall, but on closer inspection: God’s holy vessel and the King of Israel.  So if God believes that a teenager can deal with the deep stuff, why don’t we?