Jesus loves me this I know, His creation tells me so
“For ever since the world was created, people have seen the earth and sky. Through everything God made, they can clearly see His invisible qualities – His eternal power and divine nature. So they have no excuse for not knowing God”. – Romans 1:20
I M Blessed . . . May U B 2
+ ^ Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!
This picture reminded me of a life-nugget I once gleaned reading Tuesdays with Morrie where Mitch Albom shares the wisdom garnered from his Tuesday talks with Morrie Schwartz, his former college professor.
Morrie tells Mitch, “I embrace aging”. His positive insight on aging reminds this ever-aging work -in-progress that today I younger than I’m ever gonna’ be again, and to delight in acting accordingly.
Morrie tells Mitch, “The truth is part of me is every age. I’m a three year old, I’m a five year old, I’m a 37 year old, I’m a fifty year old. I’ve been through all of them and I know what it’s like. I delight in being a child when it’s appropriate to be a child. I delight in being a wise old man when it’s appropriate to be a wise old man. Think of all I can be! I’m every age up to my own.”
Some may accuse me of often being stuck in an inappropriate juvenile age bracket, but hey . . . it’s a lot ‘funner’ acting 8 than 78 lotsa’ times 😊
Soooooo . . . how old are you today? Laugh . . . Love . . . and enjoy excavating the childhood joy nugget shrouded in today’s somber ‘adultness’.
Fact or fiction? Truth or theory? Proof or perception? Reasoning or rebellion? Compromise or chaos? Such are the bi-polar temperaments that sadly characterize and divide our nation today.
It’s not about me . . . it’s not about you . . . it’s not about red . . . it’s not about blue . . .
It is about US . . . the red . . . the white. . . the black . . . and the blue of our United States of America.
The individual uniqueness of human nature dictates that we will never see ‘eye-to-eye’ on many issues this side of Creation . . but . . . may we each strive to see ‘heart-to-heart’, peacefully agreeing to disagree where necessary as we examine thoroughly; contemplate objectively; choose wisely; and act appropriately facing the contentious issues confronting our nation and world today.
Over two millennia ago, a man who had weathered and led his nation through war and peace wisely scribed,
“How good and pleasant it is when God’s people live together in unity!” – Psalm 133:1
May King David’s words come to describe the nation our children will raise their children and their children’s children in someday.
“He leads me besides still waters, He refreshes my soul” . . . the 23rd Psalm is an oft quoted, soul soothing passage. Yesterday found Him leading me along roaring waters the Great Smoky Mountains. I returned home ‘soul-soothed’ and refreshed.
Reportedly, the Great Smoky Mountains boast more waterfalls per square mile than anywhere in the United States. While none may rival Niagara’s colossal, thundering descent, the primal power sound and sight of falling waters always instill a sense of my own infinitesimal smallness, spiritually calming my and cleansing my soul.
The Greek philosopher Heraclitus once scribed, “You never step in the same river twice”. Whatever the never the same waters we step into today . . . be they still or roaring . . . may they calm, cleanse and refresh our souls. + ^ Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!
Each new original from Creation’s infinite sketchbook is an incomparable masterpiece.
Sacred calm my only companion, I sat transfixed in wonder, my soul overwhelmed by majesty as He brushed another magnum opus masterpiece across the heavens . . . an omnipotent, kaleidoscopic portrait of peace, signing off another day with a streaming sunburst.
Tomorrow our troubled One nation under God will inaugurate a new leader. Wrapped in celestial silence, a prayer whispered on the cool mountain breezes . . .
“If my people, which are called by may name, shall humble themselves and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land ”– 2 Chronicles 7:14
A few years ago, a snowshoe trek found me high up in Alaska’s Talkeetna Range. Huddled against a boulder I watched, in mesmerized awe, as the storm lifted over the distant Chugach Range and the Matanuska Valley far below. The storm’s winds had abated; its fresh snow had mystically transformed jagged rocks into calm contours; the peaceful silence was unspeakably golden.
All storms, be they individual squalls or pandemic plagues, will end. The calm will follow.
“The mountains are calling, and I must go”. My soul echoes John Muir’s passion. As 2020 fades into history, my soul echoes, with ever anticipated passion, to someday roam Eternity’s Ranges when I finally hear . . . “Jesus is calling, and I must go.”
Until then, my 2021 resolution, and for however many years I may yet be blessed to enjoy, will simply be to remember . . . Today will soon be the last of my past days; the first of the rest of my days; and mine to live and share as though it is the very last of my days.
Covid Christmas 2020, an unforeseen, difficult first for all of us.
· Some have thankfully avoided viral infection thus far.
· Some have contracted it, endured its pain, and gratefully recuperated.
· Some have tragically lost their life this insidious virus, leaving loved ones and friends behind in tears and mourning.
For many, uncertainty and anxiety have regretfully gone viral, dampening their joy of the season. However, this Covid season will mercifully end someday, as all seasons do . . . all save one.
A roadside sign unashamedly proclaims, Jesus, the reason for the season. Regardless of whatever season we may find ourselves in, the joy of every season prevails to everyone who personally claims the the reason for the season as their own, assured in the promised eternal season where Covid virulence doesn’t exist, and . . .
“He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or morning or pain, for the old order of things has passed away”. – Revelation 21:4
From our home here up on the mountain to wherever this may find you and yours this Christmas season . . . Merry Christmas!
Rejoice! . . . “For unto us a child is born…” . . .the reason for the season. +
Here’s my novice pic of the ‘Christmas Star’, the Great Conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn which adorned last night’s sky. The last time Jupiter and Saturn were this close together was in 1226 A.D when Genghis Khan was busy conquering Asia. Don’t despair if you missed it, just mark its repeat performance as a ‘Must See’ on your 2080 calendar . . . I’ll be watching from Upstairs 😊.
It’s been conjectured the conjunction of these planetary behemoths in the night sky was the astronomical phenomena which guided the Magi to find the baby Jesus in Bethlehem. Good News . . . He still can be found today . . . night or day . . . right where you are.
“Now after Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of Herod the king, behold, wise men from the east came to Jerusalem, saying, “Where is he who has been born king of the Jews? For we saw his star when it rose and have come to worship him.” – Matthew 2:1-2
Ever wonder, “Why didn’t I do that?” If not, stop reading . . . you’re either still in diapers or in denial.
I’ve lost count of the times I’ve asked myself that question, usually just after messing up Big Time . . . again. The good news, I find myself beginning to ask that question less with each passing year.
Thankfully, an inverse relationship seems to exist between that disturbing question and aging. Could it be I’m actually becoming wiser? After 78 trips around the sun, I can only hope 😊.
Recently, I read a couple of surveys done with ROFSELS – Really Old Folks Still Enjoying Life – all who have Been There . . . Seen It . . . Done That during their lifetimes.
The first group consisted of 50 gray-haired sages, including several no-haired males, all over 95 years young. They were asked one question, “If you had your life to do over again, what would you do differently?” The three most voiced answers were:
We would risk more.
We would reflect more.
We would do more things that live on after we die.
The second survey was conducted with a group of individuals the United States enjoys the most of worldwide . . . some 97,000 and growing . . . centenarians. Now if you’ve lived over 100 years old, you’ve definitely Been There . . . Seen It . . . Done That countless times. The survey found these ROFSELs shared four common qualities:
The ability to adapt to loss
My dear grandmother, who journeyed here for 93 years before going Home, would reprimand me when I was naughty . . . a frequent behavioral mode 😊 . . . with a ROFSEL nugget, “Freddy, you’re too soon old and too late smart.” Still a POFSEL (substitute Pretty for Really), I just conducted a quick self-survey that revealed two salient points that will alleviate my future “Why didn’t I do that?” questioning:
I need to heed Grandma’s and others tried and true, Been There . . . Seen It . . . Done That ROFSEL wisdom.
I need to remember James’s advice on wisdom:
“If any of you need wisdom, you should ask God, and it will be given to you. God is generous and won’t correct you for asking.” – James 1:5
PS – I’m really not that old. I’ve just been young for a really long time 😊