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CHRISTMAS VIOLINIST (12 days and counting)

Decorating done – ✔️.
Christmas letter written – ✔️
Cards ready to be addressed – ✔️
Dogs sleeping in front of gas logs – ✔️
Cough pretty much gone – ✔️
Snow – snow – snow – still on the ground but definitely on its way out – ✔️
Christmas Spirit 

My Christmas spirit has not been where it usually is around this time of year. Maybe it is the cold I have been battling. Maybe it is all the bickering going on in the world. Maybe it is – – just me.

Anyway, after 3 days of just enjoying the snow, watching birds and playing with my “snowbears” (otherwise known as silly labradors), I decided to venture back into the world. There were lines of people in every store, lines of traffic, lines of snow banks, lines of Christmas songs singing through the noise, lines of cars waiting for one parking space, so it was not my favorite kind of day to be out-an-about. But then again, these are the days when My Father likes to yank my chain a bit as well.

Just have to get my pesky, negative, whiney attitude out of the way and breathe deeply in my soul and stand back up.

Two stores down, and I was at my last stop. By that point, I was not in the mood to even be there. I had already gotten my exercise in the other parking lots, so when I had to park a “fer” distance from this last store, I was beginning to have one of those whiney conversations with GOD that I tend to have when I am in my “poor-pitiful-me” frame of mind.

Got out of the car to walk toward the store when a familiar song refrain surrounded me. It was Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah”. The words sang deep in my spirit, and there it was. A twinkle of Christmas light shining in my eyes.

When I looked up, I realized it wasn’t a choir of angels singing the words, but a solitary, outdoor musician. 40 degrees. His black hooded sweatshirt pulled tight around his head as he played his amplified violin. His face full of concentration as his fingers moved over the strings. How he could play when the sun was hidden and snow piled around his feet was beyond me.

His music followed me into the store, but I had lost interest in buying anything or standing in line. So – I walked back outside and stood there. Some children were also listening and talking softly with their mother. As she handed each of them a dollar, they smiled as they put a dollar in the violin case. Needless to say, I added a some as well.

That pesky “attitude” that had been stealing my Christmas joy all day took a quick nosedive after that. In the car, I turned off the podcasts/newscasts/whatever and turned on the Christmas station. All the way home, I listened to Nat King Cole, Doris Day, Michael Buble, etc. sing with joy and perfection, but none of them could match glorious imperfection of the Christmas violinist.

Joys of the season are sometimes hard to find amid the hustle and bustle of expectations and busyness. So tonight, I am thankful.Thankful for a man who stood on a busy sidewalk and shared his gift of hope and joy with the world. Today I gave him some money, but tonight, I am putting a prayer in his violin case. A Christmas prayer that all his dreams come true and that he continues to bless the world with his gift.

“Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of Glory shall come in. 8. Who is the King of Glory? The Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle.” – Handel’s Messiah:”Lift Up Your Heads”  artsbriefs


There is a whisper through the ages of Jewish life, that God not only knows the number of the hairs on our head or the stars in the sky, but he also has assigned an angel to each piece of grass so that it might grow to its fullest potential and bless the earth with its grace and beauty.


It got me to wondering – again – like always. What can I say? Learn one thing and and have new questions. If blades of grass have angels, do you think – maybe – that was the origin of faeries? That faerie ring are really angel rings?


Listened to ‘Hallelujah’ this morning. When it popped up again on my feed tonight, I got the hint. I’ve listened to this song many times – by many different artists. The first time I really remember hearing it was early in the morning when the radio would come on to wake me up for school. If the radio came on playing that song, the kidlets got to sleep a little longer, so I could dry my tears. It was 1990. A world at war again. Desert storm.


“And even though it all went wrong,
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
with nothing on my lips [tongue] but Hallelujah!’ “

This is the verse that always caught me – catches me still. It is the verse that has disappeared in many of the new renditions – they tend to stop at the broken part of the song. It is the 4th verse where Leonard Cohen brought redemption to the listener. It is this verse that brings grace, and it reminds me that like the hairs on my head, the stars in the sky, the blades of grass in the field, He knows all my sins and still loves me. He has prepared a room for me.

Grace. Forgiven. Blessed.


1942 Daily Ration: Read: Psalm 85

” ‘I will hear what God the Lord will speak.’~Ps 85:8

“God speaks in whispers.

“There was a man in the Old Testament who found it, so. It was not in the storm, not in the earthquake that he heard the thing that brought him to his feet. There was a ‘still small voice’.

“There was another man who said, ‘I will turn aside to see’. The voice of the revelation of God is not likely to come to the hurrying passer-by. It comes to those who expose themselves, like a photo-graphic plate, to the impressions which make religious living real and satisfactory. The great things are the quiet things. ‘I heard the booming sunset gun, but did not hear the sun go down.’

“There is method here, a deliberate act, as the good man says, ‘I will hear what God the Lord will speak’. He is stepping out of traffic, for a moment, maybe many moments to listen for a voice which can be heard no other way, the voice of God is duty, in worship, in sympathy, in kindliness to others, in faithfulness to our calling as the followers of Christ. God is whispering to us also in the lives of all the fine people whom we know and love.

” ‘He that hath ears to hear, let him hear!’~Matt 11:15

“Prayer: Our heavenly Father, teach us the divinity of the still small voice within that is ever urging us in the way of righteousness; so shall our hearts be renewed in faith, so shall we ever live in God. Amen.

Commandment Series: Prohibition of Coverting

ten-commandments-400.hebrew abbrevThis has been a strange year.  A faith journey that has brought me to my knees emotionally, physically and spiritually in so  many ways that I have lost track of all the steps backwards compared to the few steps forward.  Yet – despite it all – I am right where God wants me to be – in a temporary shelter, on my knees, looking up at the stars and in awe.

My son encouraged me to start a blog back in 2011.  A blog that I largely ignored until November of last year, when I started writing an Advent series about things I had been reading. It was a year when my “vessel” was weakened and holes had appeared in the “shelter” around me.  Retired. Moved to a new state. Marital discord. Arguments.  Tears.  Separation.  New job.  Church-less.  Loneliness. Fear. When I lay down at night, I felt the stress cracks in my vessel and saw the darkness through the gaping holes of my ceiling. The evil one whispered to my fears and smiled.

In that day ‘I will restore David’s fallen shelter— I will repair its broken walls and restore its ruins— and will rebuild it as it used to be . . . ’ ” — Amos 9:11

What I didn’t realize was…only broken things can be filled – – – only destroyed shelters can be strongly re-built. It was the beginning of  a search for the new me that was starting this new life.  After all, it is only holes in the ceiling that allow the light of the stars and the moon rays to light the way through the night.  And yet – amid all of the surface issues – the inner core of the vessel was being shaped. A shape that I didn’t recognize and had never seen.  Yet, as I buried my tears and uneasiness into the WORD, the shape crystallized and was made whole.

A book here.  A book there. Lots of reading on-line.  Listening to many different rabbinical and christian perspectives.  Sharing thoughts with other like-minded sukkahstudents of the Christus. A step forward and twenty back.  The vessel began to be made new while a new foundation was laid for my shelter. This summer, illness tried to crack the vessel once more with fears and doubts.  Yet, the vessel didn’t crack. Instead, the search expanded and walls began to be erected.  Faith, although not as big as a mustard seed, began to grow larger. Not a genetically modified seed, but a  spiritually enhance seed created by the Trinity. Found a church based on the WORD.  Started a new series on the commandments. The vessel began to shine. Reassured continually by Jehovah-Raah, that the shelter was being erected on a sturdy foundation.  Sukkot for the christian child in a far away country was being completed.

“You shall not covet your neighbor’s house. You shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, or his male or female servant, his ox or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbor.” Ex 20:17

Coveting is what, I think, humans do best.  We look at a new house and wish it10 commandment was ours.  Look at the old boyfriend/girlfriend and daydream how perfect it could have been.  Look at the co-worker, have a few drinks and think those thoughts no one wants to admit to thinking.  Tractor. Car. Talents. Abilities. Jobs. Bank accounts. It all describes us at our worst, and God saw it and loved us anyway.  That’s why He set the laws in stone and then sent His son, Jesus to show us how it could be done.  In John 7:2-24, even Jesus’s disciples coveted.  During Sukkot of that year, they tried to talk Jesus into doing what they wanted.  “No one who wants to become a public figure acts in secret. Since you are doing these things, show yourself to the world.” Jn 7:4.   They coveted acknowledgement for having the greatest rabbi.  They wanted status that they thought was due to them.

The 10 commandments are there for us.  Jesus abided by these laws, and all the other 603 commandments recognized in Jewish wisdom. He did not always abide by the religious laws, but He upheld His Father’s laws.  His words echoed them over and over. Somehow – I think that if Rabbi Yeshua thought they were important enough to follow, then I probably would be wise to follow them as well.