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Spirit of Christ, Lead Me

Let the Spirit of Christ lead me.
Not, my spirit,
Not, the spiritual forces,
But God, Himself
in human flesh.
This is my role model,
my driving force.
My focus.

Let me not be deceived
by things that would distract
me, tantalizing
though they might be.
They are empty,
hollow vessels
meant for other gods.
Idols.

Let my eyes stay focused on You.
Let my heart beat only for You.
Let my mind stay fixed on You.
Let my every sensation remind me of You.

Lord, you are my One and Only.
the Giver of life,
the life worth living.
Catch me in your updraft
and carry me along on
the wings of your Spirit.

Amen

“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.”
~ Isaiah 40:31

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Religion or Spirituality, which is it?

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Religion is the menu. Spirituality is the meal.
Religion is the score. Spirituality is the music.
Religion is what they hand down to you…the codified beliefs. Spirituality is how you live out your ultimate commitments.
It’s what drives you to embody your values.
Religion, you inherit. Spirituality, you create.

– Jan Phillips, October 2014 “Museletter” http://tinyurl.com/l6gmfrf

Secret Writing

Displaced from my usual writing spot at my desk and even my special springtime spot on the front porch, I settled (grudgingly) onto a picnic table on the back porch. The writing surface is a bit grimy and uneven so I brought out some lovely place mats to smooth over my discomfort. No go.

When I write, I want my pen to flow completely unhindered over its surface. This is easy to do on the pages of my journal – college ruled composition book, the current one, yellow in color. But today’s writing was simply the recording of scripture verses as I looked them up. No original thoughts, ideas or insights. Heavens, these words were thousands of years old. I had read and transcribed them many times, but still, they deserved smooth.

So I placed my single printed page on top of my yellow  journal, #35 of its kind by my count, and began again to write.

“Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?” I copied from my Bible onto this page. “A cheerful heart is good medicine,” I penned. “I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made,” I wrote.

Then…”The word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.”¬†I shaped these words in purple fine point pen on the page and then stopped. Suddenly I became aware that each word I wrote on the single sheet was being transferred onto the face of the yellow journal underneath. Invisible to the eye, it was simply indentation. Words written on top and around and over, tangled, with no concern for alignment or periods or capital letters. Invisible, unless a great blank sheet were overlayed and the side of a pencil gently rubbed over. Then, all these words would be revealed.

Perhaps this is how the Word of God is written on us. Etched in divine penmanship. Then, when a new, pure white sheet it overlayed, the hand of life smoothly strokes us up and down. The Great Revealing Pencil uncovers what’s been hidden to all eyes but His. What He has spoken into existence is revealed.

“We are God’s workmanship created in Christ Jesus to do good works which God prepared in advance for us to do,” I wrote, shaping the words onto this page, now aware they were being transferred invisibly to the one underneath.

If a child, perhaps my child, brought her paper and shading pen today and colored on my life, what would be revealed?

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