Showing posts with label Eyes of Faith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eyes of Faith. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Tuesday's Trust - The Things Not Seen…




Tuesday's Trust

The Things Not Seen…




"The things which are not seen."
2 Corinthians 4:18

In our Christian pilgrimage it is well, for the most part, to be looking forward. Forward lies the crown, and onward is the goal. Whether it be for hope, for joy, for consolation, or for the inspiring of our love, the future must, after all, be the grand object of the eye of faith

Looking into the future we see 

  • Sin cast out, 
  • The body of sin and death destroyed, 
  • The soul made perfect, and fit to be a partaker of the inheritance of the saints in light. Looking further yet, the believer's enlightened eye can see 
  • Death's river passed, 
  • The gloomy stream forded, and 
  • The hills of light attained on which standeth the celestial City; he seeth himself 
  • Enter within the pearly gates, 
  • Hailed as more than conqueror, 
  • Crowned by the hand of Christ, 
  • Embraced in the arms of Jesus, 
  • Glorified with Him, and 
  • Made to sit together with him on his throne, even as He has overcome and has sat down with the Father on his throne. 
  • The thought of this future may well relieve the darkness of the past and the gloom of the present. 
  • The joys of Heaven will surely compensate for the sorrows of earth. Hush, hush, my doubts! death is but a narrow stream, and thou shalt soon have forded it. 
  • Time, how short--eternity, how long! 
  • Death, how brief--Immortality, how endless! Methinks I even now eat of Eshcol's clusters, and sip of the well which is within the gate. The road is so, so short! I shall soon be there.


"When the world my heart is rending

With its heaviest storm of care,

My glad thoughts to Heaven ascending,

Find a refuge from despair.

Faith's bright vision shall sustain me

Till life's pilgrimage is past;

Fears may vex and troubles pain me,

I shall reach my home at last."


~Charles Spurgeon 
as found in Morning and Evening January 29, Morning
~thanks to Sherri Youngward

(Some capitalizations and highlights, mine)







~Grieving Mother, Ethel Kowal
~Grieving Mother, Kathy Martibello-Stieff
via ~Death of a Loved one






~Grieving Mother, Dani MarieBernadette D'Angelo










Butterfly graphic, thanks to ~Grieving Mother, Dani MarieBernadette D'Angelo

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Monday's Mourning Ministry - Even If ~Kutless






"God has said...'I will never leave you nor forsake you.'"

~Hebrews 13:5



Monday's Mourning Ministry

Even If

~Kutless









Even If

~Kutless



Sometimes all we have to hold on to 
Is what we know is true 
Of who You are 
So when the heartache hits like a hurricane 
That can never change who You are 
And we trust in who You are 

(Chorus)
Even if the healing doesn't come 
And life falls apart 
And dreams are still undone 
You are God You are good 
Forever faithful One 
Even if the healing 
Even if the healing doesn't come 

Lord we know Your ways are not our ways 
So we set our faith in who You are 
And even though You reign high above us 
You tenderly love us 
We know Your heart 
We rest in who You are 

Even if the healing doesn't come 
And life falls apart 
And dreams are still undone 
You are God You are good 
Forever faithful One 
Even if the healing 
Even if the healing doesn't come 


You're still the Great and Mighty One 
We trust You always 
You're working all things for our good 
We'll sing your praise 

Even if the healing doesn't come 
And life falls apart 
And dreams are still undone 
You are God You are good 
Forever faithful One 
Even if the healing 
Even if the healing doesn't come 


You are God and we will bless You 
As the Good and Faithful One 
You are God and we will bless You 
Even if the healing doesn't come 
Even if the healing doesn't come












Video: http://youtu.be/PTiWKB6Z_nM

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Tuesday's Trust - Searching for Meaning in Death: The Limits of Psychology to Fully Plumb the Depths






Brothers, think of what you were when you were called. Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth. But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. He chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things—and the things that are not—to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before him. It is because of him that you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us wisdom from God—that is, our righteousness, holiness and redemption. Therefore, as it is written: “Let him who boasts boast in the Lord."

~1 Corinthians 1:21-31



Tuesday's Trust

Searching for Meaning in Death:

The Limits of Psychology to Fully Plumb the Depths





If man is the more normal, healthy and happy, the more he can . . . successfully . . . repress, displace, deny, rationalize, dramatize himself and deceive others, then it follows that the suffering of the neurotic comes . . . from painful truth . . . Spiritually the neurotic has been long since where psychoanalysis wants to bring him without being able to, namely at the point of seeing through the deception of the world of sense, the falsity of reality. He suffers, not from all the pathological mechanisms which are psychically necessary for living and wholesome but in the refusal of these mechanisms  is just what robs him of the illusions important for living . . . [He] is much nearer to the actual truth psychologically than the others and it is just that from which he suffers. 

~Otto Rank, as quoted from The Denial of Death by Ernest Becker



Becker continues:

At a point of departure let us first sum up everything that neurosis covers. . . . Neurosis has three interdependent aspects.

1. In the first place it refers to people who are having trouble living with the truth of existence; it is universal in this sense because everybody has some trouble living with the truth of life and pays some vital ransom to that truth.

2. In the second place, neurosis is private because each person fashions his own peculiar stylistic reaction to life.

3. Finally, beyond both of these is perhaps the unique gift of Rank's work: that neurosis is also historical to a large extent, because all the traditional ideologies that disguised and absorbed it have fallen away and modern ideologies are just too thin to contain it.



This is where I love theologian, Marva Dawn's mission, to restore the overall wise and well-educated ideology to the Christian faith that is the most accurate and comprehensive as possible to God's Word. She fears we have lost the discipline to study Scripture enough to have a better understanding of God's ways. 

Such ideology should be able to explain the seemingly incongruent features as, for instance, in my words not hers, God's allowing such a destructive force as death to continue to be wreaked upon His beloved children, especially what we are facing…having to watch, in our own lifetime, the destruction of our own beloved child, which seems one of the cruelest of the curses of our fallen world. We are all, to some degree or other, as child-loss-grievers, suffering the consequences of the "ear-tickling" messages preached from the pulpit which then get shattered upon the simple act of watching our own child's death.

Then … Becker provides us with a brilliant conclusion for modern psychotherapeutic solutions, when we are looking to psychology to do TOO much for our life's dilemma:

So we have modern man: increasingly slumping onto analysts' couches, making pilgrimages to psychological guru-centers and joining therapy groups, and filling larger and larger numbers of mental hospital beds.

(There is a place for psychotherapy. As a psychotherapist, I work diligently to help people overcome being "stuck" in their lives. Good psychotherapy can help us to understand our lives from a different vantage point, and then attain better coping strategies for our day-to-day living. But psychology alone, in and of itself, holds only a part of the greater reality with which we all must contend. 

Psychotherapeutic solutions fall short of dealing with a fallen world, cursed by the presence of sin and evil in our world. We need more than a coping strategy for daily dealing with the horrific reality that each of us, not excepting any one person from its clutches, that death is going to befall each one of us. And for parents, we have the enormous challenge of facing the reality that death even is going to overtake each of our beloved children at some time or other ~ we just hope it won't be while we are alive to see it!)

In my writing for grieving parents, I am ever aware that the "too-brilliant" readers may declare in their own heads that I grow "soft" in my "otherwise" logical thinking when I "wax spiritual" regarding my process of learning to "accept" my child's death by the comfort of recognizing she is now in Heaven with her (and my) loving God. This judgmental bias against the Christian is understandable on a simple level: who of us has not been disgusted with a cheap plot solution like the "deus ex machina" which my dictionary describes as "an unexpected power or event saving a seemingly hopeless situation, esp. as a contrived plot device in a play or novel"? It goes on to explain that this phrase is the Latin translation of the Greek phrase, "theos ek mēkhanēs," 'god from the machinery.' In Greek theater, actors representing gods were suspended above the stage, the denouement of the play being brought about by their intervention.)  

This is where I think Scripture so wisely reminds us, God hides His incredible truths from the so-called "wise" and gives it, instead, to the humble, simple, trusting soul.

If we do not have an "educated" spiritual ideology that faces where death falls in the overall scheme of things based staunchly on GOD'S plan---not ours, then when we lose a beloved child to death within our own lifetime, we risk a decimation of all that we held sacred…a pillar of which included our holding dear the protection of our child's life from any harm, but especially from any irreparable harm (such as, God forbid, our child's death).  



Douay-Rheims Bible
Carefully study to present thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly handling the Word of truth.

~2 Timothy 2:15



You, however, know all about my teaching, my way of life, my purpose, faith, patience, love, endurance, persecutions, sufferings—what kinds of things happened to me in Antioch, Iconium and Lystra, the persecutions I endured. Yet the Lord rescued me from all of them. In fact, everyone who wants to live a godly life in Christ Jesus will be persecuted, while evil men and impostors will go from bad to worse, deceiving and being deceived.

But as for you, continue in what you have learned and have become convinced of, because you know those from whom you learned it, and how from infancy you have known the holy Scriptures, which are able to make you wise for salvation through faith in Christ Jesus. All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the man of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work.

~Paul speaking to Timothy, in 2 Timothy 3:10-17, NIV













~Ernest BeckerWinner of the Pulitzer prize in 1974 and the culmination of a life's work, The Denial of Death is Ernest Becker's brilliant and impassioned answer to the "why" of human existence. In bold contrast to the predominant Freudian school of thought, Becker tackles the problem of the vital lie -- man's refusal to acknowledge his own mortality. In doing so, he sheds new light on the nature of humanity and issues a call to life and its living that still resonates more than twenty years after its writing.
~Otto Rank, as quoted from The Denial of Death by Ernest Becker, p. 176, chapter 9: "The Present Outcome of Psychoananlysis"
~Otto Rank (April 22, 1884 – October 31, 1939) was an Austrian psychoanalyst, writer, and teacher. Born in Vienna as Otto Rosenfeld, he was one of Sigmund Freud's closest colleagues for 20 years, a prolific writer on psychoanalytic themes, an editor of the two most important analytic journals, managing director of Freud's publishing house and a creative theorist and therapist. In 1926, Otto Rank left Vienna for Paris. For the remaining 14 years of his life, Rank had a successful career as a lecturer, writer and therapist in France and the U.S. (Lieberman & Kramer, 2012).
~Marva Dawn (Ph.D., University of Notre Dame) has authored many books, including Reaching Out without Dumbing Down; Talking the Walk:  Letting Christian Language Live Again; Powers, Weakness, and the Tabernacling of God (a personal favorite of mine); and A Royal "Waste" of Time: The Splendor of Worshipping God and Being Church for the World. She is currently a teaching fellow in spiritual theology at Regent College in Vancouver, British Columbia.
Marva J. Dawn serves the global Church as a theologian, author, musician, and educator under Christians Equipped for Ministry and as Teaching Fellow in Spiritual Theology at Regent College in Vancouver, British Columbia. A scholar with four master's degrees and a Ph.D. in Christian Ethics and the Scriptures from the University of Notre Dame, Dr. Dawn has taught for clergy and worship conferences and at seminaries throughout the world.



Monday, August 13, 2012

Monday's Mourning Ministry - I Can Only Imagine ~MercyMe






Monday's Mourning Ministry

I Can Only Imagine


~MercyMe


with the London Symphony Orchestra












I Can Only Imagine

~MercyMe
with the London Symphony Orchestra


I can only imagine what it will be like
When I walk by Your side
I can only imagine what my eyes will see
When Your face is before me
I can only imagine
Yeah

Surrounded by Your glory
What will my heart feel?
Will I dance for You Jesus?
Or in awe of You be still?

Will I stand in Your presence
Or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing, Hallelujah?
Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine
I can only imagine

I can only imagine when that day comes
And I find myself standing in the sun
I can only imagine when all I will do
Is forever, forever worship You
I can only imagine, yeah
I can only imagine

Surrounded by Your glory
What will my heart feel?
Will I dance for You Jesus?
Or in awe of You be still?

Will I stand in Your presence
Or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing, Hallelujah?
Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine
I can only imagine

Surrounded by Your glory
What will my heart feel?
Will I dance for You Jesus?
Or in awe of You be still?

Will I stand in Your presence
Or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing, Hallelujah?
Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine, yeah
I can only imagine

I can only imagine, yeah
I can only imagine
I can only imagine
I can only imagine

I can only imagine
When all I would do
Is forever, forever worship You
I can only imagine










Video: http://youtu.be/K_OB7d-B1Vw

Friday, August 10, 2012

Friday's Faith - The "Quickening": From Birth to Re-Birth






Friday's Faith

The "Quickening": 

From Birth to Re-Birth




"Full with child," she's told ~ so hard to believe
There's a speck of life inside this mother-to-be!
The words are there; the tests reveal
Truths for her she can't yet feel.
The ultrasound soon sends a sound
Of a beating heart such truth to resound.
But then one day comes the "quickening":
She feels for herself life hearkening...
Each movement inside proves there's life,
Creating a bond till faith becomes sight!

And so with you, my life-filled child,
I'm told you are not dead, but fully alive!
I cannot see; I groan from within,
But over time, comes the "quickening":
When Life I'm told that's surely there
Is felt from within before it's to appear.
You hearken to my beating heart,

"I'm Here Mommy; we're just apart!"

The tears come---it's hard to believe,
But such joyous news, I gladly receive.
I speak to you, I feel you near;
Life's quickening begins before you appear!
As Wonderful as your life-on-earth here,
How much more joyous Then~
When in Heaven you'll fully appear!

So my child I'll await, 
Though you're still sight unseen...
For Heaven's Gate
To open and reveal: Life's completed quickening...
When tears of Joy then shall reign
And you're in your Mommy's arms again!
I'll patiently wait through Death's Dark Night
Until that Great Day when my Faith becomes Sight!






 




Picture, thanks to "Grieving Mothers"
Poem - The "Quickening": From Birth to Re-Birth - Angie Bennett Prince - 8/10/2012

Friday, July 13, 2012

Friday's Faith - How to See God's Love Amidst Our Child's Death...






Friday's Faith

How to See God's Love Amidst Our Child's Death...





I was starting to read my new novel from the library early this morning when I could not sleep. But first I read the preface poem; it stopped me in my tracks, and I knew I had to finish William Blake's poem… 

The first verse below is the poem by William Blake from Auguries of Innocence that prefaced my book Afterwards by brilliant author Rosamund Lupton whose prose itself reads more like poetry. The second two verses are mine. May you enjoy, and better yet, may you be ministered to by God's love that ever buttresses our hearts amidst our deep grief…



To See God's Love…


To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand 
And eternity in an hour.


To see God's love in the life of a man
And His Heaven in the face of a child,
Watch the tiny bird held in the palm of His hand,
And the delight of love light up in the face of the man's grandchild.


To see God's love for mine and your child,
Look at the life that to you was born;
Though we may not see them for quite a long while,
He holds them There for us till our night breaks through to Morn.










Picture, thanks to "Angels on Loan"
Poem - Verse One, by William Blake from Auguries of Innocence, as quoted in Afterwards by Rosamund Lupton
Poem - Verses One and Two - To See God's Love - Angie Bennett Prince - July 13, 2012

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Monday's Mourning Ministry - One Day ~Lynda Randle






Monday's Mourning Ministry
One Day
~Lynda Randle



One Day
~Lynda Randle


Some days drag.
Some days fly.
Some days, I think of
the day I'll die.
Some days fill me.
Some days drain.
And one day, 
Jesus will call my name.

One day, 
Jesus will call my name.
As days go by, I hope
I don't stay the same.
I wanna get so close to Him 
that it's no big change
on that day
that Jesus calls my name. 

Most days, I pray,
but some days I curse.
A sad number of days, 
I put myself first.
But it's not what I do; 
the Cross made that plain.
And one day,
Jesus will call my name.

Oh, one day, 
Jesus will call my name.
As days go by, I hope
I don't stay the same.
I wanna get so close to Him 
that it's no big change
on that day
that Jesus calls my name.

One day,
Jesus is gonna call my name.
As days go by, I hope
I don't stay the same.
I wanna get so close to Him 
that it's no big change
on that day
that Jesus calls my name.

Oh, one day, 
Jesus will call my name.
As days go by, I hope
I don't stay the same.
I wanna get so close to Him 
that it's no big change
on that day
that Jesus calls my name.

On that day
that Jesus calls my ame
On that day
that Jesus calls
my name.











Picture, thanks to "Rachel ~ Simply Me ~"

http://youtu.be/6-sFSXHWark

Friday, June 29, 2012

Friday's Faith - How Do I Survive Child-Loss?






Friday's Faith

How Do I Survive Child-Loss?



What Is Faith?


It was faith that moved the mountain;

It was faith that filled the sea…

It was a word from God's own mouth

Saying simply, "Let there be…"


It is faith that moves my mountain of grief;

It is faith that fills this empty heart ~

Simple words from God's own mouth,

"My child, you will see…"


What is faith but eyes to see

That which is to come?

Faith shows me my child in Heaven…

Waiting There for me…











Pictures, thanks to several Grieving Mothers
Poem - What Is Faith? - Angie Bennett Prince - 6/29/2012



Monday, May 21, 2012

Monday's Mourning Ministry - The Lifeboat ~with David Phelps and Vestal Goodman






Monday's Mourning Ministry

The Lifeboat
~with David Phelps and Vestal Goodman




The Lifeboat
~David Phelps and Vestal Goodman
and their Homecoming Friends
 in The Gaither Homecoming Video
"Whispering Hope"


The life-boat soon is coming by the eye of faith I see 
As she sweeps through the waters to rescue you and me 
And land us safely on the Port with friends we love so dear 
"Get ready," cries the Captain, "O look, she's almost here!"

Then cheer, my brothers cheer, our trials will soon be o'er 
Our loved ones we shall meet, shall meet upon the Golden Shore 
We're pilgrims and we're strangers here, we're seeking a City to come 
The life-boat soon is coming to gather His Jewels home
The life-boat soon is coming to gather His Jewels home

Then cheer, my brothers cheer, our trials will soon be o'er 
Our loved ones we shall meet, shall meet upon the Golden Shore 
We're pilgrims and we're strangers here, we're seeking a City to come 
The life-boat soon is coming to gather His Jewels home 
The life-boat soon is coming to gather His Jewels home 










http://youtu.be/1v4R7Lrsbjg

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Monday's Mourning Ministry - You Are Not Alone ~Michael Jackson





Monday's Mourning Ministry
You Are Not Alone
~Michael Jackson








You Are Not Alone

~Michael Jackson



Another day has gone
I'm still all alone
How could this be
You're not here with me
You never said goodbye
Someone tell me why
Did you have to go
And leave my world so cold?

Every day I sit and ask myself
How did love slip away
Something whispers in my ear and says
That you are not alone
I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay

But you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart
For you are not alone

All alone
Why, oh?

Just the other night
I thought I heard you cry
Asking me to come
And hold you in my arms
I can hear your prayers
Your burdens I will bear
But first I need your hand
Then forever can begin

Every day I sit and ask myself
How did love slip away
Then something whispers in my ear and says

That you are not alone
I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay
For you are not alone
I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart
For you are not alone

Whisper three words then I'll come runnin'
And girl you know that I'll be there 
I'll be there

But you are not alone
I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay
For you are not alone
I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart

For you are not alone (You are not alone)
I am here with you (I am here with you)
Though you're far away (Though you're far away)
You and me (I am here to stay)
For you are not alone (You are always in my heart...
For I am here with you
Though you're far apart
You're always in my heart
You are not alone (Not alone, No.)
You are not alone.
You are not alone

Say it again:
You are not alone
You are not alone
Not alone
Not alone

You just reach out to me girl
In the morning, in the evening

Not alone. Not alone
You and me 
Not alone.
No~
Together,
Together,
Just stop being alone
Just stop being alone.










Picture, thanks to Grieving Mothers
Video: http://youtu.be/ito5ELbyyxs

Monday, April 2, 2012

Monday's Mourning Ministry - He's Alive ~Don Francisco





Monday's Mourning Ministry

He's Alive!

~Don Francisco










He's Alive!

~Don Francisco

Video taken from

Franco Zeffirelli's

Jesus of Nazareth





The gates and doors were barred
And all the windows fastened down
I spent the night in sleeplessness
And rose at every sound,
Half in hopeless sorrow
And half in fear the day
Would find the soldiers breakin' through
To drag us all away

And just before the sunrise
I heard something at the wall
The gate began to rattle
And a voice began to call
I hurried to the window
And looked down into the street
Expecting swords and torches
And the sound of soldiers' feet

But there was no one there but Mary
So I went down to let her in
John stood there beside me
As she told us where she'd been
She said they might have moved Him in the night
And none of us knows where
The stone's been rolled away
And now His body isn't there

We both ran toward the garden
Then John ran on ahead
We found the stone and the empty tomb
Just the way that Mary said
But the winding sheet they'd wrapped Him in
Was just an empty shell
And how or where they'd taken Him
Was more than I could tell

Oh something strange had happened there
But just what I did not know
John believed a miracle
But I just turned to go
Circumstance and speculation
Couldn't lift me very high
'Cause I'd seen them crucify Him
Then I saw Him die

Back inside the house again
The guilt and anguish came
Everything I'd promised Him
Just added to my shame
Because when at last it came to choices
I denied I knew His name
Even if He was alive
It wouldn't be the same

Then suddenly the air was filled
With a strange and sweet perfume
Light that came from everywhere
Drove shadows from the room
Then Jesus stood before me
With his arms held open wide
And I fell down on my knees
And just clung to Him and cried

Then He raised me to my feet
As I looked into His eyes
Love was shining out from Him
Like sunlight from the skies
Guilt in my confusion
Disappeared in sweet release
And every fear I'd ever had
Just melted into peace


He's alive! He's alive!
He's alive and I'm forgiven
Heaven's gates are open wide~
He's alive! He's alive!
He's alive and I'm forgiven
Heaven's gates are open wide~
He's alive! He's alive!
He's alive and I'm forgiven
Heaven's gates are open wide~
He's alive! He's alive! He's alive!

Hallelujah...










Video: http://youtu.be/NyPBVwOCYmM ~ Thank you to Lion's Gate for allowing this video to appear on my blog.