Sitting on my deck experiencing brother Sun greeting the Columbia River outshines sensationalism. Thanking and saying Adieu to sister Moon leaves me feeling secure. Pantheism? No.
It is Heavenly Father saying "Good morning, my friend." His masculine hand on my shoulder for the coming day's activities. His touch is more steady than proclamation. It was Heavenly Father's feminine hand that watched over me in slumber. The receiving was deeper in hymn than mere emotional sentimentality.
I hear the age 67 coming up the path, the foot steps seem still in their movement. Be still and listen my mind. Be still and embrace His overwhelming absence of presence. That is when he is most near. I like the embrace of stillness.
The Creator is to be experienced in joy, in a dance of relationship. The Creator is to be worshipped in experiential relationship.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Party? Potato Chips
I am told by some we should not talk politics. I also should not eat potato chips. I like potato chips. We should discuss and try to understand waves of notion. When listening to the elephant and donkey speak, the choice seems to be somewhere between Kaopectate and Muralax. The Independents are somewhere, the Libertarians live in a box. The Tea Party is the party of what's happening now. The disenfranchised might be on to something.
We should try to govern. We should serve as we are able. It seems thought is so far right at this time that reasoned center sounds left. I think I am about on bubble left of center. Reason has been lost in a dust storm of sensationalism, fear. The circumference of my on bubble left seems to be related to which protractor is used and by what individual's mindset the unit is calibrated.
I would like to hear you speak your corner. Whatever we choose to do, let there be more stillness in reflection than exhortation and proclamation. We need to offer a bit of time to pass after a person speaks so what has been said can be understood before we speak. May our speaking have clarity wrapped in brevity. I am weary of the person who always has more answers than questions.
Our God selves need to be given back to rightful ownership. Speak your corner and leave it there. Hold your peace. Balance, balance, balance. We need to move to action with depth of understanding.
Where is Narnia? Please pass the potato chips.
Lee
We should try to govern. We should serve as we are able. It seems thought is so far right at this time that reasoned center sounds left. I think I am about on bubble left of center. Reason has been lost in a dust storm of sensationalism, fear. The circumference of my on bubble left seems to be related to which protractor is used and by what individual's mindset the unit is calibrated.
I would like to hear you speak your corner. Whatever we choose to do, let there be more stillness in reflection than exhortation and proclamation. We need to offer a bit of time to pass after a person speaks so what has been said can be understood before we speak. May our speaking have clarity wrapped in brevity. I am weary of the person who always has more answers than questions.
Our God selves need to be given back to rightful ownership. Speak your corner and leave it there. Hold your peace. Balance, balance, balance. We need to move to action with depth of understanding.
Where is Narnia? Please pass the potato chips.
Lee
Marci's Epistle Poem - Marie Temperance and Caroleen's Star Remembrance
Sometimes we find ourselves living a cameo appearance in the play Our Town. Last week was one of those times. Maybe if we see from Heavenly Father's view the moment of reflection will be positive. I like to think in themes along the lines of graduation, Promotion to Glory. Some students at the university of God's transformation are enrolled in an invited reading experience which has more depth that reading light fiction. These dear folks are the graduate disciples of Light.
Is it possible the emotions of today mirror the shadows of a time gone, a glimpse of yesterdays? As a young freckle faced boy I saw Mom walk a seven plus year sidewalk called M.S. Her grace and strength of acceptance are still inside me. The freckles have become gray whiskers. The pretty lady I think of as my covenant wife Caroleen won the painful dance contest with breast cancer. Dear Caroleen smiled all the days of those seven plus years. She was promoted to Glory a while back. her loving daughters sang hymns at their mom's bedside as they said goodbye.
I did not know Marci long. Maybe yesterday and today met at the intersection, emotions. Two or three times was opportunity mine to see Marci's strength and grace in her eyes, for my spirit to fellowship with hers. Indeed, plenty of time to overflow my grateful cup.
We wonder and whisper why. We shout WHY! Loving stillness is the reply. Sadly, Caroleen left to a different place several years ago. This time she was truly gone. She became and is a star of remembrance. Mom has been gone for many years. I have trouble seeing her in my mind's eyes. She is in my heart's eye. I see her star.
This time experience is Moment Present. Maybe past and present are what moves me to write. The feelings seem very close to my rib which protects my heart. Tom comes to an Alter of Mourning during an evening worship service only a short few days after having waved goodbye to Marci. I begin to cry, hopefully unnoticed. The thought comes to direct my hands to Tom's station. Maybe I can beam a prayer of partnering alongside this good man. Again, maybe no one will see my tears of selfishness. This is Tom's time I thought, not mine I thought.
Later that evening I realized I had been wrong. It was also my time, our time. "Mourn with those who mourn...." Marci's Epistle Poem touches us. Marie Temperance and Caroleen's Star light our way.
Lady Julian of Norwich says God comforts all by speaking these words over us.
All shall be well
But all shall be well
And all manner of things shall be well
Amen
Lady Julian of Norwich
Joy
Lee
Is it possible the emotions of today mirror the shadows of a time gone, a glimpse of yesterdays? As a young freckle faced boy I saw Mom walk a seven plus year sidewalk called M.S. Her grace and strength of acceptance are still inside me. The freckles have become gray whiskers. The pretty lady I think of as my covenant wife Caroleen won the painful dance contest with breast cancer. Dear Caroleen smiled all the days of those seven plus years. She was promoted to Glory a while back. her loving daughters sang hymns at their mom's bedside as they said goodbye.
I did not know Marci long. Maybe yesterday and today met at the intersection, emotions. Two or three times was opportunity mine to see Marci's strength and grace in her eyes, for my spirit to fellowship with hers. Indeed, plenty of time to overflow my grateful cup.
We wonder and whisper why. We shout WHY! Loving stillness is the reply. Sadly, Caroleen left to a different place several years ago. This time she was truly gone. She became and is a star of remembrance. Mom has been gone for many years. I have trouble seeing her in my mind's eyes. She is in my heart's eye. I see her star.
This time experience is Moment Present. Maybe past and present are what moves me to write. The feelings seem very close to my rib which protects my heart. Tom comes to an Alter of Mourning during an evening worship service only a short few days after having waved goodbye to Marci. I begin to cry, hopefully unnoticed. The thought comes to direct my hands to Tom's station. Maybe I can beam a prayer of partnering alongside this good man. Again, maybe no one will see my tears of selfishness. This is Tom's time I thought, not mine I thought.
Later that evening I realized I had been wrong. It was also my time, our time. "Mourn with those who mourn...." Marci's Epistle Poem touches us. Marie Temperance and Caroleen's Star light our way.
Lady Julian of Norwich says God comforts all by speaking these words over us.
All shall be well
But all shall be well
And all manner of things shall be well
Amen
Lady Julian of Norwich
Joy
Lee
Discernment in Faith Centric Expectancy
Reflection (The Process)
The walk from the front porch of human reason down the long, sometimes dark, hallway to the living room of the light within may require we have a pen flashlight in our hip pocket. The hallway is often straight narrow.
Thoughts (The Destination)
Christian Discernment is attentiveness which traverses to actionable truth. The source of which is divine.
The Derivatine (Acknowledgement)
Let it be so proclaimed I am on the stilts of others as I waverly make my way to the little stone bridge and try to swim under the summer run off which crests this Multnomah Falls of concepts and splashing words.
The walk from the front porch of human reason down the long, sometimes dark, hallway to the living room of the light within may require we have a pen flashlight in our hip pocket. The hallway is often straight narrow.
Thoughts (The Destination)
Christian Discernment is attentiveness which traverses to actionable truth. The source of which is divine.
The Derivatine (Acknowledgement)
Let it be so proclaimed I am on the stilts of others as I waverly make my way to the little stone bridge and try to swim under the summer run off which crests this Multnomah Falls of concepts and splashing words.
Garbage Grove
My birth family; Mom, Dad, Jerry, Richard, and I came to Garden Grove in late 1949 or early 1950. The sign read, "Smog free Garden Grove." There was a new concept in community living at the time. The idea was called track homes. Our place was a little 3 bedroom 1 bath stucco house at 12551 Lucille Avenue. (Garage not included.) It was home for the Fosters.
During high school years, (early 60's rancho), social positional status for me and my buddies was parking my '57 Ford in the back row of the Highway 39 drive-in. The plan was to meet some cute girls. We did have a back up plan. The back up plan was some five-finger cigars and a 6-pack of beer. I am sure the movie showing sucked so watching it was optional. You may have guessed, none of us went to Harvard in later years.
Guy - AAA - Bung-ga! Where are my AAA - Rachies. Hail T.J.
I went on to what was then George Fox College. It is now George Fox University. I graduated and went on to teach high school English.
During high school years, (early 60's rancho), social positional status for me and my buddies was parking my '57 Ford in the back row of the Highway 39 drive-in. The plan was to meet some cute girls. We did have a back up plan. The back up plan was some five-finger cigars and a 6-pack of beer. I am sure the movie showing sucked so watching it was optional. You may have guessed, none of us went to Harvard in later years.
Guy - AAA - Bung-ga! Where are my AAA - Rachies. Hail T.J.
I went on to what was then George Fox College. It is now George Fox University. I graduated and went on to teach high school English.
Dear Abba: When
It seems much is learned
When we actively listen
When we listen more than we talk
When we have more questions than answers
When we pray with, more than for
When we come alongside instead of at.
I shall now hush.
Dear Child,
Nice to hear from you.
When we actively listen
When we listen more than we talk
When we have more questions than answers
When we pray with, more than for
When we come alongside instead of at.
I shall now hush.
Dear Child,
Nice to hear from you.
Pop Culture Speaks
I saw a bumper sticker a while back that was a bit humorous and interesting. It is entertaining to watch pop culture attempt to address truths which are beyond the shallow end of its swimming.
"Who died and made you Elvis?" I am told Elvis knew better himself. He is reported to have replied to a lady, "I am not the king. Jesus is."
Thank you sir for helping us deal with the activities of day to day obscurity. Thank you sir for singing songs which told us how vital our comings and goings are.
Sometimes in pop culture there is warped depth of a kind.
Amazing Grace,
Lee
"Who died and made you Elvis?" I am told Elvis knew better himself. He is reported to have replied to a lady, "I am not the king. Jesus is."
Thank you sir for helping us deal with the activities of day to day obscurity. Thank you sir for singing songs which told us how vital our comings and goings are.
Sometimes in pop culture there is warped depth of a kind.
Amazing Grace,
Lee
Brothers
I learned a while back there is a time space for honoring our brothers. This is what I was moved to write.
I had two brothers. The oldest, Jerry, took care of me in formative years. Jerry was promoted to Glory some time ago. My a bit older brother taught me how to ride a bike. I have been pedaling best I can ever since. Richard has always been there through the years. We don't see each other very much. Richard prays me along my way.
God knew to make family. He did well. He said it was good.
Amen.
I had two brothers. The oldest, Jerry, took care of me in formative years. Jerry was promoted to Glory some time ago. My a bit older brother taught me how to ride a bike. I have been pedaling best I can ever since. Richard has always been there through the years. We don't see each other very much. Richard prays me along my way.
God knew to make family. He did well. He said it was good.
Amen.
Editorial Disclosure
You may have noticed input of these attempts at writing are in close formation flight. Like seagulls flying overhead. The writing has been done over a period of time.
Delay in posting was not a problem with the computer. hang up has been due to operator dysfunction. Behind the walls of Leroy's Attic could be heard colorful expressions as I tried posting. I decided to find someone who could post and type.
I wish to express credit to Emily and Helen. I am grateful.
Welcome. Thank you for stopping by.
Joy,
Lee
Delay in posting was not a problem with the computer. hang up has been due to operator dysfunction. Behind the walls of Leroy's Attic could be heard colorful expressions as I tried posting. I decided to find someone who could post and type.
I wish to express credit to Emily and Helen. I am grateful.
Welcome. Thank you for stopping by.
Joy,
Lee
Monday, September 5, 2011
Abe and Me
This blog picture choice was taken on a vacation visit to Gettysburg P.A. July 2011. Abe was sitting on a stone bench outside the visitor's center . I thought. If I sit by him I will become slender,tall and wise. It was not to be. The historian's ink tells us much about Abe. There are personal characteristics noted which Am drawn to and aspire to be penned in cursive at LeRoy's attic.
His faith,facetiousness,fellow shipping,learning and imagination are among his log cabin depths of person hood. My buddy Abe is to be esteemed for a willingness to allow the wisdom of others to teach him. Abe's relationship with Frederik Douglas is an example of importance. What would Lincoln's thinking on reconstruction been like? He walked out of the fire forest of civil war and gave us the Gettysburg address. We wonder, what would both have been if birthed in isolation?
May we have fun,learn together and learn from each other as we prod open the paint shedding door to LeRoy's attic. Maybe C.S.Lewis has left a tale of adventure atop the dusty far wooden ledge in the corner . Lets find Narnia and check it out.I hope you will find the coffee to be of the fresh kind.The space to be scented of home made bread from the day's baking done in the hope you would stop bye I like the warmth of Abe's potbelly stove conversation. Thanks for coming bye. Welcome lee.
His faith,facetiousness,fellow shipping,learning and imagination are among his log cabin depths of person hood. My buddy Abe is to be esteemed for a willingness to allow the wisdom of others to teach him. Abe's relationship with Frederik Douglas is an example of importance. What would Lincoln's thinking on reconstruction been like? He walked out of the fire forest of civil war and gave us the Gettysburg address. We wonder, what would both have been if birthed in isolation?
May we have fun,learn together and learn from each other as we prod open the paint shedding door to LeRoy's attic. Maybe C.S.Lewis has left a tale of adventure atop the dusty far wooden ledge in the corner . Lets find Narnia and check it out.I hope you will find the coffee to be of the fresh kind.The space to be scented of home made bread from the day's baking done in the hope you would stop bye I like the warmth of Abe's potbelly stove conversation. Thanks for coming bye. Welcome lee.
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