Tempest Mine

There comes a time when all is to be questioned.  A time when our plans and self composed strategies are cast off like hot coals to soft flesh.  There comes a time when we must abandon ourselves to Him by becoming truly inter-dependent.

The time is here.  It has arrived.  We are no longer lingering in wait but at the moment of departure.  Climb aboard now or be left behind.

My current struggles with abandonment to Christ are just that.  My own.  They really are not of any import or interest other than to me and my solitary walk.   I look around, as you do, and I see the very same  pattern of confusion and unconscious rebellion in my Christian brothers and sisters.  In unison we seem to stumbling about in a haphazard trance.   All the while asking of ourselves and Our God, “what am I to do?”.

What am I to do?

Stuck again in the ‘ I ‘.   The little ‘ i ‘ and all that she affords me.  Which is very, very  little by the way.

For this present whirlwind of mind and heart is pervasive and having it’s way with the Remnant.  It is called the Confusion a midst the Storm and it is another ruse of the devil.  If the Flock remains befuddled and scattered, we are hardly in right form to take on the Great Battle.  Let alone be harbingers of the New Era.

Remarkably, like all human maladies there is a spiritual solution.  This particular fever responds to the clarity of the Holy Spirit and at times a swift kick to the posterior.  For me it often comes through another struggling  comrade who unwittingly slaps me into right thinking.   With one or several words, I suddenly am restored to my saddle.  Galloping once again, with full vigor, towards my Lord and my God.

For this reason, and many others, we must stay glued to one another.  The oppressor has unleashed so much upon us that it is very difficult to make one’s way through the menacing fog.  We must grab the coat tails of the man in front of us while offering the same to the soldier behind.  Entwined together in this perilous storm, we have a chance of finding our way to He Who Awaits Us.

After all, He gave us one another for this hurricane of all hurricanes. 

We cannot succumb to going it alone.  It is a death wish to forge off in solitude as we once did.  I urge you to purge yourself of your old ideals of rugged independence and cling to the safety of the holy fraternity.  This is not a mild suggestion but an exhortation.

Do what is necessary now.  Identify your true Christian confidants and have daily contact as if your life depended on it.  Be eager to ask the tough questions and bow your head in silence when a fellow Christian offers sage advice.   Pray fervently with one another and allow sacred community to be whatever the Lords affords you this one day.

The time of sorrows is upon us and we must be One Under God.  Stand with me  little sparrow soul and know that my own smallness is made that much greater by your magnificent presence.

 

As the Comrade behind you, I remain in awe of your steadfastness,

Cindy

Ain’t this the truth!

Ain't this the truth!

Merry Christmas Soldier

'Winter Tree and Dark Night Sky Fireworks like Supernova' photo (c) 2013, epSos .de - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/

This is one of those posts that you wonder if you should even write.  I don’t have a choice.  Sometimes this feeling comes over me and I am rendered so small, so powerless in its wake.  Right now as I type, I am having this feeling.  It is like being stretched beyond your limits.  Between grief and awe.

It is about you and what you mean to me.  I am not kidding.  You are the reason I am here.  Really.  Not long ago it became very clear to me that I was to serve the Servants.  You are the Servant.  You are the Light of Christ.  You amaze me and I am humbled by…

Your strength.

Your love of Jesus.

Your loyalty to He Who Comes.

Sometimes I imagine Jesus looking down upon the earth from above.  He casts His eyes down and there is a blanket of black and blue-grey.  Thick.  Dark.  Then as His Eyes soften He sees His Lights.  They are scattered and few but their Beauty cuts through the void and gives shape to the shapeless.

I will never lay eyes on most of you but I can honestly say that I love you in a way that I cannot describe.

'Madonna Mary & Baby Jesus 01' photo (c) 2011, Waiting For The Word - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/

Merry Christmas Remnant Soldier.

Cindy

Yuletide Depression

'Christmas tree #2' photo (c) 2008, bjaglin - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/

So it’s Christmas. That means lots of sparkling, outdoor lights, fabulous cookies, and jubilant parties with family and friends.  Additionally, since you are a serious Christian this also means that you are feeling deeply pious and brimming over with good cheer.

Not so?   Read on.

As a psychologist, I have worked with hundreds of folks who have depression during the Christmas season. The party-line, psychological explanation is that we feel crappy when we realize that our life is nowhere near the artificial, media-induced ideal of Christmas perfection. Add to that a heaping spoonful of family dysfunction and a pinch of financial insecurity and you have yourself a nice dish of yuletide blues.

So is this the last word or is there more?  There is definitely more.

The world is whacked at the moment. We are created to love, adore, and worship God the Father, His Son, and the Holy Spirit.  The whole planet should be rocking with joy on Jesus’ birthday; singing His praises and walking in the Light of the Holy Spirit.  Instead, mankind’s primary response consists of a distorted, perfunctory nod to Our Savior on His birthday.

If He even gets a nod.

As a Soldier for the Most High, this does not sit well with you. You eat your Christmas cookies and hum your favorite hymns but you remain flat like fizz-free ginger ale.  Even Church festivities may not feel the same.  You sense that the enemy is intent on taking the pep out of your Christmas step.  Do not be dismayed.  There is an explanation and a solution.

The knob on the world has taken a decidedly anti-Christian turn.  For Christian Americans, our land is increasingly hostile to our religious beliefs.  Our own backyard is now different; so Christmas feels different.  That is the simple answer.  More than ever, your renewal lies in Him and drawing close to His Presence.  You are called at this time to retreat into the Heart of Jesus.  His Heart is Sacred Ground and will not disappoint.  For in the silence of Our Lord’s Beating Heart is the Holy Spirit; who is able to envelop and fortify your very core.   Once shored up, you can contend with whatever may come your way this month.  Carry on with your usual Christmas routine but take time daily to be alone with Your Savior.  Make this a priority and do not compromise.   

Lately, in the quiet of my alone time with Jesus, I am gently reminded of the following:

Our Lord’s Birthday foretells of His Second Coming. 

I don’t pretend to understand all this.  All I know is that Jesus is coming again and He will make right all that is wrong.  There will be a day when both Earth and Heaven will be as one.  Imagine how Christmas will be celebrated in the New Paradise!  Now that is a stunning image to ponder.

May your Christmas Season be blessed as you find your true celebration in the Quiet Sanctuary of the Heart of Jesus.

As always I remain your Comrade in Christ,

Cindy

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