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2020 VISION: Sabbath Quaking

“Sabbath was (and is) a gift from GOD – a pause, a stopping point, a decision to take a break from going and buying and accruing.” Priscilla Shirer, Awaken, p. 108

This morning, the choc lab girls woke me up by barking and barking and barking. Ugh. I stretched and looked at the clock it was a little after 8 AM. I figured they were just ready to go out or heard a strange sound in the neighborhood.

Not the first time I’ve been wrong!

We got up and began our first early morning walk – pulled some weeds – cut back some branches – walked the newspaper up to my neighbor’s house – swept leaves off the deck and patio – cleaned out the garage a little – and then – one of the neighbors hollered at me: “Did you feel the earthquake?”

Huh????
Earthquake????

“It is the Spirit empowered choice to cease striving and enjoy our GOD.” Ibid.

After he explained what had happened, I sat down on the patio swing and enjoyed the morning under a bunch of semi-blooming wisteria, birds calling out their own news of the morning and a couple of butterflies, hummingbirds, and bees flitting in and out of the sweet smelling salvias and around the swing. 2020 has certainly been a year filled with things I really hadn’t ever anticipated.

“Arise, shine, for your light has come,
and the glory of the Lord rises upon you.” – Isaiah 60:1

It was a good day to cease striving and enjoy God, so I did. I read some books. Threw the ball with the girls. Played with silly, spooky kitty. Made a few pickles since they were already cut up and sitting in the fridge – – but basically – – just spent time enjoying GOD and all His bounty that surrounds me everyday.

Prayed over my prayer list. Sang a few songs that never fail to stir the spirit within me. “Closer My God to Thee” Listened to a few Bible teachers who seemed to have the very wisdom I needed to hear. And just basically, ignored the outside world that so often intrudes on my time with My Father.

“It is the peace that comes in the midst of all the whirlwind and flurry of activity.” Ibid.

Sometimes – it takes a little bit of shaking to wake us up so that we stop whining and start shining. Tonight, I’m already yawning. School starts tomorrow, and I can’t wait to shine a little more. There is always something invigorating about a new school year. While this year will be a little more complicated, it will still be good to be back.

Setting the compass on the Father today was important to make sure my direction is sure and in line with the Son’s Grace and Love.

Sabbath Shaking was one of those treasure chest memories of 2020 that I will ponder in my heart for times to come.

“Sabbath is what beats our lives into submission, giving us the breathing room for getting our sanity back. We cannot afford to neglect the Sabbath principle.” Ibid. 

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VISION 2020: Hewn

“Listen to Me…”

In the clamor of chaos it is hard to listen. Shards of noise litter the air and impune the truth that tries to exist amidst its sharp edges. Covered ears and eyes do not hear and see so well –and yet — without any protection, the maliciousness of noise hurts that which is buried deep inside.

“…you who pursue righteousness…”

Upside down. Inside out. Circles of choices that leave the head wondering – is this right? Is that? The ears hurt. The eyes hurt. How to pursue – how to chase – when the ambiguities muddy the vision and sounds of what once was so clear – so just – so pure – so right….

“…you who seek the LORD…”

Schedules way too crowded. Dusty Bibles stashed in corners. Here.
There.
Piles upon piles of things covering them – things much more crucial in today’s civilized air.
Seek what is lost?
Find a clean cloth of wisdom?
Pull the hands away from the ears.
Wipe the eyes.
Blink.. Is it there? Is it visible at all?

“Look to the rock from which you were cut and to the quarry from which you were HEWN.” Is 51:1

Solid.
Rough but sturdy.
It is there.
Deeply buried.
Covered in grimy grit.
Hands dig until nails are broken and skin torn.
Eyes see.
It is there.
Still there.

The rock shaped and carved — HEWN — long ago out of the deep rock bed of the ancient quarry by a much stronger, talented, and deeply scarred fingers of the only One who knew the rock before it was HEWN.

The Master Mason knew the quarry. He knew where to find the rock of you. He knew the stones from which you came. Stones that carried the same traits with the dearly sought after veins of strength that the rock would need to shine forth its own light and survive the chaotic life outside the quarry.

Eyes open.
Ears uncovered.
Amid the clamor of chaos that still cuts – still shouts its lies – trying to confuse and distract as the Master Mason bends over and rubs the hem of His own pure, white garment over the rock of you that has remained hidden for way too long.

Facets polished.
Shimmers of bright colored gems shine forth.
Once more —HEWN by the Master Mason as He turns His countenance upon the rock and bestows the silence of His peace as He brings it forth into the Light of the Father.

“As you come to him, the living Stone—rejected by humans but chosen by God and precious to him— you also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house to be a holy priesthood, offering spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ. For in Scripture it says:

“See, I lay a stone in Zion,
a chosen and precious cornerstone,
and the one who trusts in him
will never be put to shame.” 1 Pt 2:4-6 Forgiven  [Greg Olsen art]

VISION 2020: Quiet Time

Lately, I have noticed that noise filters through almost every minute of my existence. From the moment I open my eyes to pulling the covers up over my head at night, there is some kind of sound drifting into my ears. The constant pulsations of TV, radio, social media, podcasts, music, furnaces, dishwashers – even the once silent rooms of any library of our society are humming with sound.
 
Not sure why this aspect of life has started to bother me, but it has. I’ve also found, that old habits are hard to break.
 
“Quiet is the think tank of the soul.” Gordon Hempton, acoustic ecologist
 
As I considered this quote over the last few days, I thought about all the “Quiet Times” of my life. What made them so special that even decades later, the clarity of the experience is overwhelming? The emotions – the images – the thoughts are imprinted deeply and I would not trade them for all the noise that surrounds me on a daily basis.
 
I miss my “Quiet Time”.
 
“Go out and stand before me on the mountain,” the LORD told him. And as Elijah stood there, the LORD passed by, and a mighty windstorm hit the mountain. It was such a terrible blast that the rocks were torn loose, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. And after the earthquake there was a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire there was the sound of a gentle whisper.” 1 Kg 19:11-12
 
Old habits are hard to break. When did noise have to start as soon as I wake up? Why do I think I need it to fall asleep? Why does a quieter version in the form of soft music fill my small library at school?
 
Today, I shut the music down in my library. I wanted to remember what it was like to work in silence. Long ago when I was a page for my hometown library, the nosiest thing I remember was the sound of a fan on a muggy, hot summer afternoon. The rustling of newspapers by the senior citizens who came in every day to read them. Students slumped at the round tables scattered throughout the narrow room, turning the pages of their notebooks or books (or passing notes back and forth),
 
When the head librarian whispered, everyone heard her, stopped what they were doing and paid attention.
 
That was the AWE of the “Quiet Time” being broken.
 
I think that is what has bothered me. It is harder to hear as we age. Noises side-track us, and we miss the small voice or certain pitches amid all the other sounds. The loud raucous noises in this physical world have gotten to the point that the windstorms of sound blast our ears; the earthquakes vibrate under our feet, and we stumble into pits of endless, repetitive auditory nonsense until the fire threatens to eradicate our hearing altogether.
 
The Whisper.
 
Sadly – we often miss His whisper. That gentle, soft voice that comes in the “Quiet Times” of our lives. The times when we shut the noise of the world away and open the door where harmony awaits.
 
Tonight, I shut off the TV, the music, the man-made chaos and went outside to check in with My Father. The peeper frogs were singing in the rain, and an animal was scuttling somewhere in the woods. It was not silent, but it was His creations that were making noise – and somehow – it was still a “Quiet Time”.
 
A “Quiet Time” in His presence amid all He had created. And it was good, because He waiting for me – just like He said He would – just like He always does. The dogs sat by my side in the rain, as we talked. Even the old girl, who hates getting wet, nudged the side of my leg as she wiped her head on my leggings.
 
I think I’m going to try to extend these “Quiet Times” into even more of my day … and night.

“The LORD is near …” Ps 145:18

“Make sure of that one fact, that my everlasting Father takes care of the hairs of my head; that my heavenly Father watches over me with a love that never falters and with a patience that is never exhausted.”~Rev Dr John Cummings, 1807-1881

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