Feather in the wind

“Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light, to chase a feather in the wind? Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight, there moves a thread that has no end. For many hours and days that pass ever soon, the tides have caused the flame to dim. At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom, is this to end or just begin? All of my love, all of my love, all of my love to you. The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again, one voice is clear above the din. Proud Arianne one word, my will to sustain, for me, the cloth once more to spin. Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time, his is the force that lies within. Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find, he is a feather in the wind.”

Lyrics written by Robert Plant after his five year old son passed away reminds us of the preciousness of life and the scarlet thread that has no end. While I can’t imagine the pain of losing someone so young and so dear, his heart felt words draw us in to pause and think about the reality of heaven and upon our arrival the reality of seeing those loved ones that have passed on before us, especially our children.

“And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away." Revelation 21:4. 

I wonder what it will be like in that day to meet our relatives, who we never fully knew; separated by time, and especially our unborn children. There is a connection, a thread that is woven through all of our lives that forms a binding, a tapestry of love that is not easily broken. But what will it be like to see children in heaven we never knew and how comforting it is to know that God will be there to wipe away our tears. So it looks like there will be tears in heaven.

Life is so precious. It’s true worth is so far beyond our reason or rationalizations. Creation is such a beautiful process and our Creator is so good at it! He alone has the power to give life and take it away, He is God. As I’m writing this I’m forced to think about, reflect on the reality that upon arriving in heaven it might not be a totally joyous occasion as we are reunited with family members we never knew. When we realize, maybe for the first time, what our haphazardly and hasty decisions created for eternity. 

“There moves a thread that has no end.”  There is a thread that has been woven throughout our generations that connects us, one to another. It’s a scarlet thread woven by the Master Weaver Himself and indeed has no beginning or end. Its crimson stain draws us to a Son’s love for a lost and lonely world. It’s an unbreakable thread that once appeared on a fearful night in Egypt as the blood of the Passover lamb was brushed over the lentil and doorposts of all Israelite homes. 

“Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time, his is the force that lies within.”  I love the fact that God has connected us together and the fact that we are all related to one another and ultimately and logically to the God in whose image we were made. His will is perfect, His plan is complete and the fact that He has allowed provision for us to experience all of it through our own free will is a miracle. 

So with that thought in mind, what will the cloth of your own life look like when you finally run out of thread here on earth? Will it be bound with the scarlet thread of the Father’s Son’s love? Will the doorposts of your heart be covered with the crimson blood of the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world? 

There are so many twists and turns in life, so many chances to turn towards our Creator for His loving hand of help. Unfortunately, many will still make bad decisions that will alter the course of not only their own lives but also someone else’s. Tears will be shed and hearts broken but in the end there is a way that is right. It’s a solid foundation where even a feather in the wind can land safely forever in the hands of God’s loving grace. It’s a future where the tapestry has a beautiful picture, full of many connections to souls all bound together with a scarlet thread.

In Jesus name

My phone said it was around four-thirty in the afternoon as I sped down South Grade Road on my way home from work. I had had an exhausting day and I was extremely tired but wanting to pick up some groceries at the store I reluctantly decided to swing into the store for a quick stop. It was a beautiful fall day as breezy ninety degree temperatures caused the leaves to dry-out and fall into the street where they gentle bounced and tumbled across my path.

As I glided down the street, even before turning into the parking lot, I could see a family of three pan-handling at the corner of one of the grocery store’s side entrances. The father was in his thirties, clean cut and holding up a cardboard sign. The mother too was in her thirties and was very pregnant with a small little girl maybe six or seven clinging to her skirt. The sign the father was holding up had been written in very large, legible letters “We need your help- In Jesus name”. The “In Jesus name” part caught my eye.

It was only seconds after pulling into the parking that I started to wonder who they really were and what their story was. I began to think what a horrible way to exploit your pregnant wife and small child and then the whole “In Jesus name” thing was just too much; I couldn’t believe someone would stoop to such a low level to get a hand-out. As I sat there in the stillness of my truck and glued to my seat, it became clear that God was not going to let me get away with that kind of thinking. I must have tried to get out of my truck and go into the store some fifty times in the space of thirty minutes but every time I tried I was unable to get up as my eyes returned to watch the family at the corner with the “We need your help- In Jesus name” sign.

As I watched the family and the endless parade of cars, from the comfort of my own truck,  my heart began to melt and soften up like a wax candle that had been left out in the heat of the bright sun light. The store was very busy that night and my eyes couldn’t believe that so many cars were stopping at the corner and rolling down their windows to offer aid. I know this to be true because I was waiting in my car unable to go into the store for groceries. As I watched I discovered a cycle that developed and it went like this: Car 1 would pull up and stop at the corner roll down the passenger window and hand some cash to the father. Then car 2 would speed right by them sometimes without even stopping at the posted stop sign. Car 3 would pull up roll down their window and hand out cash as the cycle would repeat itself over and over again.

So, as I sat there in my truck watching many of you do the right thing something snapped inside of me and although it wasn’t Christmas time I indeed felt like the Grinch whose heart was beginning to feel something. The feeling continued to grow and soon I was able to get out of my truck and began walking over to the couple. As I approached them I could see they had some concerns but as soon as I introduced myself to them, complete with a Cheshire Cat smile,  they all lit up like the a light bulbs. 

I began to ask them questions like “What’s going on?” and “What had happened that they ended up here?” The family was from Romania and the father did not speak much English. The mother told me her husband had just lost his job because she was pregnant and the company he had worked for didn’t want to pay for health insurance. So I asked if they were Christians and if I could say a prayer for them and they said yes. As cars continued to drive by we all bowed our heads and asked God to provide a new job for the father, health-protection for all the family and enough money for gas to get the family back home to Anaheim. Obviously, I gave the couple all the cash I had and asked if they needed any food or water. 

I am so proud of all the residents of Alpine, who stopped to render aid to this family. Maybe there is still hope for humanity here on earth as we stop to give aid, a cup of cold water and a prayer for our brothers and sisters in Jesus name.

Simpler times

A sudden rush of frozen air cut through the silence that accompanied the falling snow engulfing the rider and his horse. Alex jumped off his beautiful Clydesdale even before the fancy feathers of Bella’s hooves came to a complete stop.  He could see Emma busy working inside as he tied his horse to the cedar railing in front of the ice cream parlor. His leather boots made a delightful crunching sound as he made his way through the knee high drifts of snow. As he walked up the steps and through the double swinging doors Alex’s heart began to move towards his throat. As much as he loved ice cream, Alex wasn’t exactly there for the frozen confectionary. He had another reason for visiting the shop that Thursday evening and she was standing right there behind the counter.

Emma had just turned eighteen; she was smart, attractive and could light up any place she wanted with just a quick, unassuming smile. Alex was nineteen and had noticed Emma several times at the local community church. Although shy, Alex was drawn to Emma’s beauty like a moth into the flame of a candle and, for the moment, it would seem that Cupid’s arrow had found a way through his quiet, tough exterior but just as he got up the courage to talk to her someone pushed open the door.

“Welcome to a taste of heaven, what can I get for you tonight?” Emma said with a smile that was both friendly and warm enough to melt any cold air that got in. 

“Well, we are celebrating tonight” said the familiar elderly couple in unison and as they walked through the doors of the shop the festive sleigh bells affixed to the lintel played a seasonal tune.

The snow had come early this year, for Alpine, catching the plowmen off guard as the lamplighters lit the street lamps that ran the entire length of Alpine Boulevard. Mr. and Mrs. Wright peeled off their frozen neck scarves, hung up their coats and shuffled over to see what flavors had been made earlier in the day.

The Wright’s were celebrating fifty years of marriage this November and the ice cream shop was within walking distance of their ranch which had been built overlooking a very large field on the plateau . The couple loved to take walks along the boulevard where they would peek into the store fronts which were all decorated in fall colors; deep red cranberry garland, sweet smelling pine boughs and bright orange pumpkins. Emma thought what a darling couple they made and tried to imagine what they both looked like years before when they were her age.

A crackling fire was burning in the corner fireplace beckoning the couple to come and enjoy her warmth. Mr. Wright took out his glasses with his free hand as a scoop of chocolate chip mint went into his mouth with the other. Alex was warming up too as he continued to stare directly into Emma’s beautiful greenish blue eyes.  As his faced flushed and his heart felt like it was going to pop right out of his chest, Alex desperately searched for something to say.

“Emma, I was thinking of hitching up Bella to the open sleigh and was wondering if you would like to go for a ride later tonight?” Alex was both startled and relieved that the words came out in one complete coherent sentence. “The church is hosting the elections and its annual harvest festival, so I thought we might go for some spiced apple cider and rhubarb pie?” continued Alex with a smile. Gracefully, Emma accepted his offer and plans were set for seven. 

In simpler times, young men and women courted before marriage and could still enjoy a frosty evening sleigh ride on the way to vote at the community church. Ice cream was home made as well as apple pies, penny candy and all local cuisine was raised or home grown on local neighborhood farms. People didn’t need to be reminded to hold a door open for another, help out at the local church or even turn out to exercise their right to vote in the elections. 

So let all bitterness, wrath, anger, clamor, and evil speaking be put away from you, with all malice. And be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you. Therefore be imitators of God as dear children. And walk in love, as Christ also has loved us and given Himself for us, an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweet-smelling aroma. Husbands love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself for her, that He might sanctify and cleanse her with the washing of water by the word.

                                                     

Love one another

As the church board members held a secret meeting before the service, the pastor was busy praying for his congregation in a small, overstuffed upstairs office. The hastily called board meeting was to address the color the new carpet, what the seat cushions for the new chairs should look like and how to keep  homeless people off church property. There was also some concern about the pastor’s recent sermons and his ability to lead the church.  Without much ado the impromptu elder meeting got started.

“We have to do something about these homeless people, they’re sleeping on church property and many of our beloved women don’t feel safe being around them” stated one of the deaconesses calmly but inside her heart was only rage towards these people who left cigarette butts and ashes all over the church property.

“When the new carpet gets installed we won’t be able to allow them inside the sanctuary anymore or they will soil the new carpet. You know they stink to high heaven and what if we have to let them use our bathrooms?” questioned one of the elders with a concerned look on his face. 

Meanwhile back in the sanctuary…

  “For God so loved the world that he gave His only begotten Son…” the pastor recited the familiar verse from memory to a handful of people who came to worship God at the small community church.

He had preached this message many times before for over thirty years and had seen his fair share of heartbreaks, victories and an occasional miracle. The church attendance was always up on Easter and Christmas but usually during the rest of the year only a couple of rows out of the 250 seat capacity were being filled. 

Drops of perspiration began to bead up on his forehead which in turn fogged up his glasses making it hard to see anything. The pastor took off his glasses and began to speak from his heart as the Holy Spirit gave him the words to say. 

“We killed God. I mean God came down to earth in the form of Jesus Christ to teach us to love one another and what did we do? We killed Him! Well, maybe you could argue that it was the Jews who cried out for His death and it was the Romans who executed the death sentence of crucifixion on Him but make no mistake about it, we are all responsible for putting Jesus to death.” preached the pastor as all in attendance shifted in their seats just a bit as the truth of what he was saying hit home.

“The strange thing is that God isn’t angry with us. He’s not mad at us and He isn’t interested in punishing us, in fact, He only wants us to begin to trust, believing on the name of His Son for help. When Jesus came back to life after dying He took away the sting of death once and for all. Now we can all enjoy eternal life beginning right now while we are still in these earthly tents.” taught the pastor to a handful of people who were now listening very intently.

Forty-five minutes flew by then another hour as the pastor continued teaching from the word of God. He carefully explained to them how his job was to equip them to go out and tell others about the relationship that God desires to have with us. He explained how we are all ministers of God. He also described how they were all God’s hands and feet here on earth and how others would be drawn to God   only by the love that they saw and felt coming from them.

“People don’t care how much you know, until they know how much you care” said the pastor very plainly as he stepped down from the pulpit and began walking through the rows shaking hands and hugging people who stood to greet him. 

Jesus loves people. He loved to talk to people and listen to their stories. He always looked for the best in people and encouraged them whenever He could. He walked towards the leprous when others walked away in horror. He restored the sight to the blind and made the lame to walk when others had given up on them. He forgave sin and encouraged all to stay away from it.

How horrid it is if we allow new carpet to keep the sinner from getting right with God or deny the homeless food, water or use of a bathroom. Oh how Jesus lived to serve the community around Him, never letting material things keep Him from ministering to the poor, hungry or miss sharpened. He loved deeply and left us with just one great command that we too should love one another.

The Temple

Jesus paused as he came to the top of the Mount of Olives. The early morning sun was shining directly off the gold and silver covered east gates of the temple complex. The glare was so intense, so blinding that our Lord had to put the palm of his hand in front of his eyes. 

Jesus looked intently at the first gate into the inner court. It was very massive, completely covered with gold but had no doors as it represented the universal visibility of heaven that the heavens declare the glory of God. The entire temple complex was built with large alabaster limestone blocks that reflected the sun’s radiant warmth and brightness which depicted God’s glory. 

Beyond this inner gate and just inside the first room of the temple was the Holy Place. In it stood the golden candlestick, the golden table, and the golden altar of incense. Behind a very large, heavy and extremely thick veil was the Holy of Holies. This sacred room now stood desolate but before the Babylonians conquered Jerusalem, God’s glory had been known to rest above the solid gold of the mercy seat between the two solid gold cherubs “And there I will meet with you, and I will speak with you from above the mercy seat, from between the two cherubim which are on the ark of the testimony, about everything which I will give you in commandment to the children of Israel.” Exodus 25:22

Jesus reflected on how the ark of testimony and God’s presence were missing from the Holy of Holies, how disobedient men had become and the legalistic way in which they carried on their traditions. The Lord began to weep as He spoke out loud “O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the one who kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to her! How often I have wanted to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing! See! Your house is left to you desolate; for I say to you, you shall see me no more till you say, ‘blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!’”Matthew 23:37

As the sun continued to rise, the blinding glare eventually faded and Jesus was able to lower his arm. Behind Him His disciples, who had followed him up from the temple to the Mount of Olives, began asking about what might take place in the future. Jesus stood up and began pointing to the temple complex and all the buildings it contained saying “Do you see all these things? Assuredly, I say to you, not one stone shall be left here upon another, that shall not be thrown down.” Matthew 24:2

As Jesus wept He knew that the destruction of the walled city and sanctuary was looming in their near future. Thirty-eight years later, Titus, a Roman General, along with a large army began a siege against 3 rebellious factions operating inside Jerusalem. Unfortunately, a large majority of innocent people were trapped and being victimized by these robbers, gangs and zealots.

The Romans intended to wait it out, starving the city into submission, but attacks on several Roman positions caused the escalation of the siege. Titus, on command, was ordered not to touch the temple complex but one of his soldiers intentionally threw a torch into an open temple window kindling a blaze that burned the entire temple from the inside out. Gold and silver overlays began melting in the intense heat generated by the fire as the precious metals disappeared into the cracks of limestone that comprised the walls and floors. In the end the only way for the Romans to recover the gold and silver was to literally tear down the huge limestone blocks, so when they had finished there stood not one stone left upon another.

 With the destruction of the temple there was now no longer any place for the high priest to atone for the sin of the nation of Israel, nor could any good Jew make the pilgrimage to Jerusalem for three mandatory, annual feasts. They had only to wait for their Messiah to come and restore true worship to the temple mount.

Jesus once said “Destroy this temple, and in three days I will raise it up.” John 2:19 The religious leaders thought Jesus was talking about their beautiful temple that had taken forty-six years to build when actually he was prophesying that He would come back from death. When Jesus was finally laid in the garden tomb, it only held Him for three days as life returned to His body. In His resurrection we too have life and this is indeed good news for all men. 

Now, our bodies are the third temple of God where the Holy Spirit lives.