Faith

My Auntie and Me

My Auntie was an artist

A painter and a teacher

My favorites were her fabrics

Sewed into billowing curtains and

Textured table clothes and pillows

Scattered throughout the house

In vibrant colors

As the sea breezes breathed in and out

For she always lived by the sea

With her thoughtful face

And twinkling eyes

She loved the child I was

I wished I had asked her

To tell me stories of her beatnik life

And how she adored her policeman father

I was a passive child

Observing life around me

Absorbing some of it

Rather than taking it

In my two hands

And bringing it in close

To examine in the light

I missed so much by not

Asking my questions

Some one kissed that girl

And woke her up

She is learning how to ask

Her questions now

Who and what formed

These beautiful creatures

My Auntie and me

© 2013 Julie Clark

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A Long Walk

I am in the middle

Of a long walk

With God

A journey

A pilgrimage

From those ahead

I receive these assurances

“Yes, it gets

Sweeter and sweeter

His face

Becomes clearer

His love

Thickens the air”

I have already

Tasted

That thickened air

And I give those same

Assurances

Back down the path

Behind me

A few warnings as well

Watch that curve

Slow down and rest

I have crashed right there

And stay clear of that

Mud hole

I was stuck there for a while

Don’t give up

It’s worth the climb

Green pastures

And still waters up here

The view is spectacular

The air is sweet

© 2013 Julie Clark

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Morning Psalm

Arise O God

Come into your resting place –

Me

Holy Spirit come fill –

Me

Some mornings –this morning

Flat

A bicycle tire leaking through the night

Flat

Blank

A sheet of paper

With a few undecipherable pencil scribbles fading away

Blank

 

Life of God

Love of God

Fill my spaces

Contemplation, meditation

Remembering

You don’t sleep

You never leave

Your presence not dependent

On my feelings

But on your faithfulness

I’m waiting

Your waiting

Heaven touch earth again

As I pray

“Your kingdom come

Your will be done

One earth as it is in heaven”

 

© 2013 Julie Clark

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Decide

Close all other doors

But one

Step through that one

And watch

The infinite amount

Of possibilities

Arise and emerge

Unfolding as

You move

Forward

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Now

God is present

So I come to His presence

In this present

And pray

Which is my response

To His presence

In this present

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My Front Door

There is a world out there waiting

An adventure ready to unfold

When I step out my front door

It’s uncomfortable at times

I don’t know my neighbor

I don’t’ know how to ride a bus

Or start a conversation

But once I take that first step

Say that hello

Make eye contact

Smile

The journey has begun

The question moves from

Who is my neighbor? To

Am I a good neighbor?

What if we each do our small part?

What if we stepped around fear?

What would we find?

Perhaps a new friend

Or some way I can make a difference

A new purpose to keep me going

Put a new spring in my step

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To Boston With Love

Yesterday, in-between watching CNN, I sat down and wrote a blog on building Parent/Child Connections: http://faithfullparenting.wordpress.com/ This was one of my responses to the unfolding drama in Boston.  I know it is just one piece, the parenting piece, in the complex array of broken pieces in this tragic story.

 

Why did this happen?  There is the emigrant story, the broken piece where the emigrant does not assimilate to the American culture and life. To understand this more Mary Pipher does an excellent job in her book: The Middle of Everywhere: Helping Refugees Enter the American Community

 

Then there is the broken piece of radical religion.  How does loving God mean doing something like this?  It does not. God is love and this is not love.

 

Perhaps another cultural broken piece is family loyalty trumping everything. An older brother influences a younger brother to join him in an atrocious act.  We could find and name so many broken pieces.

 

It is important to work through these questions on the road to recovery. Along with this, in order to heal we need to choose our response.  There is a lot of hard work ahead to do in order to heal.  Will we become haters?  If we choose that route we align ourselves with the same spirit that motivated the terrorists and they win. We become like them. Anger is a normal response to grief, but we can’t stay angry and let it poison our souls.  We must move beyond it to the hard work of grieving, sadness, and the seemingly impossible process of forgiving. Hate, revenge, and bitterness are not the answers we need for healing.  They never are.  They will only destroy us and turn our hearts to stone.

 

Dear Boston choose the harder path of healing and recovery and you will find yourself surrounded by heaven ready to help.  Our prayers are with you.

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Love Challenged

 There are some days when love is challenged.  Today is one of those days for many after the Boston Marathon Bombing. For some, every day love is challenged.  It depends on where you live or where you happen to be when a bomb goes off or a shooter shoots.  A personal tragedy or trauma can challenge love.

“In this world you will have trouble.” It’s a guarantee.  There is no “bed of roses” promised.  What is promised is His presence.  Emanuel: God is with us.

Anyone who has seen love chosen, love in action, knows it changes things.  The ripple effects of love grow wider and wider.  The “pay it forward” factor comes into play and not only one person is loved but many as the ripples continue on.  Love is powerful that way. But, there are days and times for us all when love is challenged. It is much easier to give in to fear, hate, revenge or hopelessness. We wonder if our world is a lost cause, or if our acts of kindness will make any difference? This is when we need to take some deep breaths and pray. Then get out there and do something good.  It might be to give blood, to pray for those hurting, to release anger and fear, to forgive someone, or to just step out your front door and see what good you can do today.

 

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When the Church Became a Building

When the church became a building

She forgot her founder’s call

She chose instead brick and mortar

to build herself a wall

 

The doors she built

Locked some out, others in

Proclaimed who was holy

And who was still in sin

 

She lit the candles

Said it was time to pray

Blew out the lights

Now time to go away

 

She is made of salt and light

Her stones, they are alive

You cannot keep her in a box

If she is to going to thrive

 

Her glory is far greater

Than four walls can hold

She is to be a city

Shining bright as gold

 

She is to be a healer

For weary, lost, and sore

A comfort to the broken

And oh so much more

 

When the church became a building

She made a room for strife

When outsiders didn’t fit her mold

She crushed their heart and life

 

Church you are not a building

You’re Christ’s body and His bride

You’re His hands, feet, and heartbeat

The love He cannot hide

 

© 2013 Julie Clark

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For All My Girls

Cause a raucous

Cause a stir

Stand up and let your voice be heard

No more low maintenance girls here!

 

Cause some drama

Shake us up

You have every right to be heard

No more low maintenance girls here!

 

Your thoughts are important

Your feelings count

Stand up tall and straight

Your gifts are needed

The world cannot wait

You too bear the image of God

Not just your brother or your mate

 

Brothers hear this cry:

“When you squish me

You are less

Than you are meant to be!”

 

© 2013 Julie Clark

 

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