Relentless
Powerful
Uninhibited
Purposeful
Your waters flow
To fall in I would be carried away in Your current.
To fight would be a losing battle.
To acquiesce
To surrender
would be to go with Your flow
Not mine
To be carried away is to end up,
somewhere.
You know
So here I go,
I want jump in.
Nature
The Director’s Chorus
The chorus of creation makes the most beautiful music
under the direction of
the Director;
perfect music for a weary soul.
I sit down and the concert begins;
shielding me from the noise out there,
giving peace to my noisy heart.
I sigh a happy smile,
and enjoy.
The Director leads the way,
cueing every sound.
Soon I’m lost in perfect harmonies,
the world out there is forgotten.
But soon a person jogs by
and startles me away from the creation chorus,
my heart races,
but I quickly reengage the concert.
Again I am lost,
and my heart is calm.
Birds sing their melodies.
The wind adds its part.
The trees applaud with joy.
The flow of the river keeps everything together.
The Director’s composition is perfect.
Nothing did He miss.
As I stand to reenter the world;
I applaud, praising the Director.
I am ready now,
ready to reenter the world,
with a heart that is at peace.
I Smile
My eyes are closed yet the sun is shining through;
My fleshly barrier cannot hold back the light.
This reality proclaims the truth of the Light – and I smile.
As I smile, I listen.
I listen to the nature chorus.
Birds of all kinds contribute.
A dog barks wanting to join the chorus.
Soon an insect offers their voice and the chorus grows.
The music is unique – nothing like it will ever be heard.
The music is rhythmic – no practice was required.
The music is lively – singing praises to the Creator.
Oh God, You have ordained praise and nature sings.
You have given me Life, and my heart rejoices.
The Light shines in the darkness and the darkness will never overcome.
I listen
I rejoice
I smile
Blowing
You wave and sway.
You bend and bow.
Your movement is not choreographed by you.
Nothing planned.
Nothing thought out.
You just move.
You don’t resist.
You don’t try to prevent.
You don’t complain.
You just move.
Sometimes you’re still.
Sometimes you’re active.
Sometimes you’re shaped anew.
But not of your own doing.
You simply submit.
And you put me to shame.
The wind blows as it wills and you respond in kind.
The Holy Spirit does the same, but I often resist.
You don’t think because you can’t think, yet it is almost as if you really do know.
For as the wind blows you become stronger and stronger; able to grow larger and larger.
Reaching higher
Higher
Higher
And it’s not you reaching but God reaching for you.
It’s as if you know.
You do know, don’t you?
Oh to be a tree and submit to the wind of the Spirit.
Becoming stronger and reaching higher
Higher
Higher
Oh to be a tree
Reminders
The sun is shining,
Your Son shines.
The breeze is moving,
Your Holy Spirt moves.
Reminders all around me,
drawing my attention to You.
Reminders all around me,
to show me You are true.
The birds are singing;
singing Your praises.
The flowers are blooming;
reflecting Your beauty.
Reminders all around me,
drawing my attention to You.
Reminders all around me,
to show me You are true.
This day is beautiful,
You are glorious.
This day is peaceful,
You are peace.
Reminders all around me,
drawing my attention to You.
Reminders all around me,
to show me You are true.
The Pastor -|—
Loon cam 2009
It’s back…the Loon Cam from the Minnesota Bound website.
The concept is quite simple. On a lake in northern Minnesota there is a floating platform with a nest and a hidden camera. You can go to this website: MN Bound and follow the link to the Loon Cam (there is also a blog where updates are given about the loon’s activities). Here you can watch as mama loon lays her eggs and sits on them. Eventually you could even watch the new baby loons hatch (last year I got to see the cute baby loons). This might sound as exciting as watching paint dry but it’s an amazing opportunity to watch something in nature that we would not normally get to watch.
So here you go…Loon Cam 2009.
Enjoy!
-edh-
The Heart of a Pastor 