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Daring To Ask

The popular attitude, I am sure, will never “favor” faith in God and yet unasked questions about truth, mercy and love still exist. “My argument against God was that the universe seemed so cruel and unjust. But how had I got this idea of just and unjust? A man does not call a line crooked unless he has some idea of a straight line. What was I comparing this universe with when I called it unjust?” C. S. Lewis from Mere Christianity

Perplexities

What is luck?
What is chance?
Who is greater than Christ?
Who deserves homage—and why?
What do you exert your effort for?
- and what does the effort pay you in return?

Where will you go after you die?
Who really loves you
—and how do you know this?
Without judgment, how does civility exist?
Without mercy, how do people thrive?
Which mistakes are the worst?

Why do you work for that which does not satisfy?
What do you do when family fails you?
Whose opinion is right?
Who is unbiased?
What makes anything holy?
Who is Mother Nature’s mother?
Why is murder bad?
Why do we protect children?
How do you understand the meaning of words?
Without truth, does hypocrisy and lying exist?
Why honor the valiant dead?
Who is left to love the unlovely?
And, is the anti-hero’s enemy the Hero?

How does anyone know he will escape judgment?

By Charity Johnson, 2009

How often I wanted to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing! Jesus Christ – Matthew 23:37

New Years Eve – what if this night were my last on earth?

Lord, if this night my journey end,
I thank Thee first for many a friend,
The sturdy and unquestioned piers
That run beneath my bridge of years.

And next, for all the love I gave
To things and men this side the grave,
Wisely or not, since I can prove
There always is much good in love.

Next, for the power thou gavest me
To view the whole world mirthfully,
For laughter, paraclete of pain,
Like April suns across the rain.

Also that, being not too wise
To do things foolish in men’s eyes,
I gained experience by this,
And saw life somewhat as it is.

Next, for the joy of labour done
And burdens shouldered in the sun;
Nor less, for shame of labour lost,
And meekness born of a barren boast.

For every fair and useless thing
That bids men pause from labouring
To look and find the larkspur blue
And marigolds of a different hue;

For eyes to see and ears to hear,
For tongue to speak and thews to bear,
For hands to handle, feet to go,
For life, I give Thee thanks also.

For all things merry, quaint and strange,
For sound and silence, strength, and change,
And last, for death, which only gives
Value to every thing that lives;

For these, good Lord that madest me,
I praise Thy name; since, verily,
I of my joy have had no dearth
Though this night were my last on earth.
-by Dorothy Sayers

The Confession of a Lonesome Dove

A friend is fond of telling me how much we need people because they are representations of the love of Christ–in flesh.
I wonder how much of a reality this is for us? Are we like the character on Lonesome Dove? forever wanting to be with the love of our life? This time not Clara but Christ. Then, again, there are times when we’re just as happy not have to look into the very eyes of Jesus Christ–which is how I interpret this poem by James McAuley of Australia:

Confession by James McAuley

To know and feel are hard.
At times you are so much present
It seems I could touch your hand
And stand in your regard.

Mere fancies, but true enough;
And easy enough to lose,
As I abuse the moments,
And you accept the rebuff.

Small things do the hurt–
The lie vanity tells,
Malice or lust that die
Unacted in their dirt.

Bored in my self-prison,
I doubt uneasily;
But the times I get out,
I know you have risen.

From the book  Surprises of the sun

Difficult Times and Hard Questions

“Where is God?” question can be asked anywhere, and any time, but it is most often asked in the midst of difficulties since when you are content that you have no pressing sense of a need for God, His presence, or He extracting you from the situation(s).  In fact, being complacent or placid may make the claims of God on your soul seem like a distraction, an interruption in your life. And, indeed, we often congratulation ourselves when we remind ourselves to be grateful and, perhaps, then dip into a self-congratulatory moment of warm, fuzzy feelings toward our Maker. But what about desperate situations, those crushingly difficult times, prolonged periods of overwhelming grief?  When all help comes up empty-handed, and desperation mounts? Don’t you so often feel on the other side of Heaven’s door–and it’s all silent within? Waiting seems to make no difference, but the longer the wait, the louder the silence seems. You wonder, “Did Anyone really care—really?”  Maybe it had seemed so at one time (for some)-but then, how do you interpret that?  That you believe God is leading you in good time, but doesn’t even a whisper to us in our trouble? If you’re in deep grief, though, the danger will not be so much as to cease believing in God—but in believing some strange and twisted things about God. To clarify, think of the phrase we often use as an excuse/explanation for a dumb decision : “I couldn’t think straight.”  It’s an accurate description of how rattled and irrational we can be when we are at our lowest, when we are emotionally stressed, or when we’re perfectly flattened.   At the times we cannot think clearly, we cannot sort out our panic and desperation from our clear thoughts. And, more to the point, in these times, how can we be sure we’re hearing from God in prayer and not our own panicked state?   We cannot: we’re not receptive to clearly hearing from Him until the time is right.   However, God does (eventually) answer us, but He will allow for times of apparent deadness, for us to travel through the emotions of grief, etc.   In this “pocket” of time, however long it is, we can fill with our voice, for God is listening.   At these times, our prayers become a cleansing, a way of emptying ourselves of the violence we feel the world has perpetrated on our souls.  At these times it’s as if we need to first bleach the stains out of our soul’s garment prior to being dipped,  immersed and dyed with the great hues of God’s own voice.  We eventually emerge newly-cleansed in our souls.  Prayer to God is the primary language of the soul, and  is like saying our phonemic alphabet.   Although my prayer may not be deeply profound, it is most necessary — for it is the foundation of all communication with God. And this most necessary communication, prayer, is that which brings us into the mysteries of God which for us still is unexplored territory. – Charity Johnson
“Prayer, in the sense of asking for things, is a small part of it;
confession and penitence are its threshold,
adoration its sanctuary,
the presence and vision and enjoyment of God its bread and wine.
In it God shows Himself to us.
That he answers prayer is a corollary—not necessarily the most important one—from the revelation.
What He does is learned from what He is.”
– CS Lewis

Bonaventure’s Reminders

Do not assume that mere
Reading will suffice without fervor,
Speculation without devotion,
Investigation without admiration,
Observation without exaltation,
Industry without piety,
Knowledge without love,
Understanding without humility,
Study without divine grace.

  • St. Bonaventure (1221–1274) from The Journey of the Mind to God

Tuesday Morning

Tuesday Morning

It was a Tuesday morning that God,
as He always does,
was checking in on each person, the way loving parents do.
The man at number 445 stood up, looked out the window, shaking his raised fist–
“Why? why did you do this to me!”
In the same minute a man, at number 459, got on his knees, bowed his head,
and prayed God, “Why! why has my enemy hurt me like this?”
God’s heart broke at their sadness.
And God looked on–
as in number 445 and in number 459 Silence poured in.

Then the first man waved his arms skyward with wide, wild motions—
“God, I can’t do anything more, I need your help.” and dropped to the floor.
While the second one clenched his hands, stood, and stalked to the door.

On that Tuesday morning in number 445 and in number 459
God had shown up–
in the heart of the first man (His favorite altar)
and left him altered, warmed.
But the second turned from ice to steel,
and stormed off to settle the score.

This is how it goes as God looks on—
in the land of the free and the home of the weak.

© Charity Johnson, 2011

Infinite Attention of God

God is not hurried along in the time stream of this universe any more than an author is hurried along in the imaginary time of his own novel.
He has infinite attention to spare for each one of us. He does not have to deal with us in the mass. You are as much alone with Him as if you were the only being He had evercreated. When Christ died, He died for you individually just as much as if you had been the only man in the world.
The way my illustration breaks down is this. In it the author gets out of one times series (that of the novel) only by going into another times series (the real one).
But God, I believe, does not live in a time series at all.
His life is not dribbled out moment by moment like ours: with Him, it is still, so to speak [a decade ago] and [50 years from now]. For His life is Himself.
If you picture time as a straight line along which we have to travel, then…picture God as the whole page on which the line is drawn. We come to the parts of the line one by one;
we have to leave A behind before we get to B, and cannot reach C until we leave B behind.
God, from above or outside or all ’round, contains the whole line, and sees it all.

- C.S. Lewis from Mere Christianity

Turning “whatever” into “What!” (How to be perpetually countercultural)

On being countercultural: “Christians were never meant to be normal. We’ve always been holy troublemakers, we’ve always been creators of uncertainty, agents of dimension that’s incompatible with the status quo…[Christians}…insist on the world becoming the way that God wants it to be. And the Kingdom of God is different from the patterns of this world.” Jacques Ellul

Billy Says It Best… (Shakespeare)

“…store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys, and where thieves do not break in or steal; 21 for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” – Jesus Christ (Matthew 6:20-21)
So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory.
O death, where is thy sting?
O grave, where is thy victory? (I Corinthians 15:54-55)

SONNET 146
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
These rebel powers that thee array;
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
Painting thy outward walls so costly gay?
Why so large cost, having so short a lease,
Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend?
Shall worms, inheritors of this excess,
Eat up thy charge? is this thy body’s end?
Then soul, live thou upon thy servant’s loss,
And let that pine to aggravate thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:
So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
And Death once dead, there’s no more dying then.
William Shakespeare

CS Lewis on the Great Eventuality

“When the author walks on the stage the play is over. [Eventually] God is going to invade, [and then it will be] something so beautiful to some of us and so terrible to others that none of us will have any choice left? …this time it will be God without disguise…it will be too late then to choose your side. There is no use saying you choose to lie down when it has become impossible to stand up.” “We are to be re-made. All the rabbit in us is to disappear—the worried, conscientious, ethical rabbit as well as the cowardly and sensual rabbit. We shall bleed and squeal as the handfuls of fur come out; and then, surprisingly, we shall find underneath it all a thing we have never yet imagined: a real Man… a son of God, strong, radiant, wise, beautiful, and drenched in joy.”
* CS Lewis
Behold what manner of love the Father has bestowed on us, that we should be called children of God! Therefore the world does not know us, because it did not know Him. Beloved, now we are children of God; and it has not yet been revealed what we shall be, but we know that when He is revealed, we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is. I John 3: 1-3

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