But seek first the kingdom of God and His Righteousness…
I learned about perspective in my high school art class. Props to my teacher Mr VanDam. Ya, his name totally kicks butt. Anyway, basically visual perspective is that everything you see, every line, every angle, everything in the three dimensional world goes to a point in linear space known as a vanishing point. Many of the masters of the Renascence were also extremely good at understanding three dimensional perspective and how to develop the vanishing points so that the paintings had more depth.
Perspective in life is not always as easy as tracing lines to a point in a painting. Often times we get bogged down in all of the noise in the foreground, like objects that block lines to the focal points. This can be so prevalent, that we loose sight of what really matters. I recently had someone tell me, in a serious situation, that they didn’t see God in it. At first I was upset, then I wanted to get defensive, but after I thought about it, I realized no one involved, including myself, was having the right perspective. If we seek God first, Look at the point that points to Him, we will have the right perspective, and we will see that He is in and through everything, even the difficult things.
Just a cool tidbit of info, if you didn’t know, When Leonardo Da Vinci painted the “Last Supper”, he designed the image so that all of the perspective points pointed to the figure in the middle of the painting…That would be Jesus. Looks like he had the right perspective after all.
…As I went down in the river to pray
Studin about that good ol’ way
And who shall wear the star and crown?
Good Lord show me the way.
O sinners lets go down
Lets go down, come on down
O sinners lets go down
Down in the river to pray
As I went down in the river to pray
Studyin about that good ol way
And who shall wear the Robe and crown?
Good Lord show me the way
song by ALISON KRAUSS
To be spiritually broken, what’s that like? In the old testament extreme brokenness was represented with torn robes, sack cloth, and ashes. That doesn’t sound very comfortable, and not easy to hide. That was the point, right? Not to be comfortable but to reflect the pain and grief felt on the inside, outwardly. That way everyone could see how broken a person really was. (Example: 2 Kings 19:1)
It stands as a far cry from today. When we are broken, even over good and Godly things we pretend like everything is OK. We go on like our broken state is just an inconvenience. Wipe those tears away, we don’t have time to have a contrite heart, we don’t want to answer when someone ask what’s wrong. Because our fear is that if we answered, my heart aches for those that have no hope, aches for those who are lost, those being sold into slavery, those who’s lives we can never seem to touch no matter how hard we try. That would be too much to tell anyone and they wouldn’t want to hear it.
That kind of truth is heavy. Too heavy for most people to hear. And so the shades go on over the puffy eyes, the walls go back up, and we hide our brokenness from the world. It’s OK to be broken. And while I don’t see many folks running around in sack cloths anymore, we could all use a heart dose of being laid bare every now and then, and sharing that heart with others.
Hebrews 11:1 Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
When you look at the church, the body of Christ, What do you see?
I suppose for everyone it is different, but what I really want to know is when you look at the church…
Do you see Faith?
Do you see hope?
Do you see love?
Now look in the mirror. What do you see?
1 Corinthians 13:12-13 Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
I don’t know about you, but when I see a reflection of the body of Christ, or myself, I want to see faith, hope and love.
Does your heart have room for Jesus? Does Mine?
I have a three year old little girl, and as I watch her grow and play I think back in my own life, and how simple it used to be. Thoughts were clear, right and wrong, were “right”, and “wrong”. There was less confusion, less stress, less compromise, less busyness, less to fill my mind with, and most importantly, less to fill my heart with. My question is, When is it all too much? When do we start pushing the good things out and letting all of that other stuff in? When do we start nudging the Lord of all out of our daily lives and through up signs saying there is no room in this moment, or this activity?
Leave a vacancy. Leave room for good, for love, for truth, and most importantly leave room for Jesus. He is really the only thing in your life you absolutely need to have room for.
Did you ever take a look at a caterpillar? They Are kind of freaky looking, some even down right gross. Personally I would not want to be a creepy, crawly, worm like creature that had to move from place to place just hoping that there weren’t any birds around to eat me, kids around to torture me, or adults with size ten shoes to accidentally step on me. It seams like it would be kind of a rough, crewel life.
But, all of that being said. I would love to be a butterfly. To flutter from place to place on the warm breezes of summer, be admired for the balance of strength, beauty, and delicate design. Visit every brightly colored flower in every garden I could find. Now that would be the life. But wait…oh darn it, If I want to ever be a butterfly, first I have to be, ugh, a caterpillar. If I ever want to be all that God had intended for me to be I guess I have to get used to crawling on my belly for a while, because with out that, I would never grow the wings that I needed to fly.
I love the earth, the beauty of nature all around us. That is probably why most of my photos are of God’s Glorious Creation, in all of it’s spender, mystery, majesty and power. My quote, at least the one I like to use on my e-mail has been the same for years. “I’ll never paint the sky as He who made it”. That’s how I feel about the awe inspiring, and often times breathtaking dance of color, light, texture, and sound that create the ultimate 3D experience known as life.
I have often found myself thanking God for a flower, a tree, or a sunrise, even more likely, a sunset because I don’t usually get up that early. Do I celebrate earth day. Yes I do, every day. Not to preach about how foolish man can be, and how destructive to the very place we live and depend on. I think there are many people who can do that with much more authority then I. Just for the record, I do not hug trees, at lest not many. I prefer to climb them, or sit under their shade.
The picture above is one I captured of something foreign, almost alien, but yet somehow it belongs. It is unique, bold, sharp, and special. Much like most of creation it has a purpose. Mysterious or not, it was made for a reason. My question, however, is…What is that?
I know I do. All the time. So much to do, I can push, pull, force and frantically move, and I still can’t seem to get what I wanted done in the amount of time I wanted it done in. Often times the lack of ability to, speed up, get the job done, move quicker, has made me feel like I have failed in some way. Then there is the Tortes.
Most people remember hearing the story of the tortes and the hair when they were children. The hair was quick as quick could be, and left the poor tortes in the dust, but in the end, the meek, the mild, the slow, the steady one, is the one who crossed the finish line first. Much to the hair’s chagrin, his lowly friend bested him with the tenacity only a turtle could have.
I met a tortes one day, moving slowly along, crossing an empty parking lot. He had a goal, a purpose, and a destination. It didn’t matter that he was slow, all that mattered was that he kept moving. And, though I didn’t have the time to watch the entire adventure take place, I am sure that he reached his destination, because he wouldn’t stop. Not even for a crazy girl with a camera in his face. He just kept on moving.
Next time I feel like I am moving at turtle speed, I am going to think of that tortes, and remember as long as I keep going, have my goal in mind, and stop worrying about the when, I will reach my destination.
But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.
What does one do when faced with the unbounded beauty of the natural world, in all the grace and splendor which God created it. Well, if you were my two year old daughter, you would throw a stick in it.
On a recent trip to my husbands home state of Colorado we decided to hike from Maroon Bells to Crater Lake. A definite challenge, especially considering the snow on the ground, and my husband carrying our daughter on his back. We finally get there, and well, I brake out the camera…snap, snap snapping away. I was in awe off the whole landscape, it was awesome!!! Autumn on the other hand decided to take a moment and truly experience nature, she picked up the nearest stick, and threw it in the lake…then again, then again. And at that moment, I wonder if God gives a joyful chuckle. Here he creates immense beauty that can hardly be described, cascading mountainsides, crystal clear water, bold blue sky, with soft white clouds. All of that, and the most amusing thing around is a small wooden stick, and the splash it makes in the water, again and again. Wow. I would bet that God delights in that simple pleasure of a little girl that he also created having a blast.
I marvel at the simplicity of it all. Maybe, next time, I will put down the camera and throw a few myself.
It’s Huge. It’s There. You can’t hide it, sweep it under a rug, drape a nice linen table cloth over it. No matter what you, or how hard you try and cover it up, the truth is it is a massive, stinking, giant of an animal, and it somehow squeezed it’s way through its portal of choice into the room you find yourself.
So, what does one do when they find themselves in the presence of an elephant? Most people ignore it, thus the phrase is coined “Ignoring the Elephant In the Room”.
I have been there. An elephant standing in the room with me, and to be honest, I can’t stand it. I want the air to be clear of the presence of any pachyderms, no matter how difficult or embarrassing they might be. Because quite frankly, they stink. I believe we should embrace our elephants. Talk about them openly. Invite it to sit down on the couch with us and share our snack of choice. How else will we ever convince them to leave. Only when we choose to openly discuss what is bothering us, causing us grief, or making us uncomfortable to we get the opportunity to tell the beast to get the heck out of our room.
It is not always easy, sometimes it takes some yelling, and often times tears, (especially from me, because I am a big sap) But talking about the tusker is the ONLY WAY to convince it to hit the road, leaving the room open and free of over sized mammals. Just remember though, if you ignore it, or dance around its massive legs, not only will it stick around, but it will also invite some friends to join the fun.
I don’t know about all of the people who might read this, but the only place I want to see an elephant is at the zoo. God Bless!