Hosanna

Saved.  Rescued.
I have to acknowledge it. It is the actual willful assent to the fact of having been rescued and redeemed that crosses over the threshold.

Thinking about Neil S. and family in Jacksonville.  Great resolve demonstrated daily.  A wonderful example for me.  Not sure I agree with every perspective, but delighted to watch him burn.

So that is the question tonight.  Am I burning with Christ-light.  Is my life in the Kingdom of God drawing anyone to watch me burn, and wonder at the wonder of it?

What is the point?  To light the way.

It is all about the oil.  I can only get it by intimacy.  You provide the spark.  You provide the lifting up.  You can not deny me access.  Thank you for that.  Burn me for your illumination.  Burn me to reveal your Kingdom.

Where did those saxes come from?

Estimated Prophet.  Where did they come from?

Thumbs up, Thumbs down.  The interactive radio of Pandora.  Makes me feel important to be able to effect my listening list without buying the music.  Kind of a halfway place between owning and radio.  Makes a man feel powerful.  ;-) 

We need that so badly.  To believe we are the masters of something.  To feel significant in some tiny way.  To be able to shape our world, our experience in some way.  But then when it comes to sensations, we can do that.

But what can we shape for others from the tiny human love we have?  The best of us has love that distracts others from the desperate ache for rest and peace.  The distraction is so temporary.  As soon as the relief sets in we know it is temporary.  That is why we don't even trust Christ.  We are waiting for the Gospel to wear off.

Father, I am a little oil pot, short and stout.  Here is my handle, here is my spout.  When I get all filled up, hear me shout, "Tip me over and pour me out!"

Fill me up with the Spirit of You, until I can not hold any more and I know it.  My only recourse is for you to pour me out on someone.