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“I have jumped the track and I am free at last” (Thomas the Train).

The Delta variant of COVID has interrupted us shortly after we began to develop some hope and optimism. It has necessitated a return to some safety precautions. Irritating, depressing, anxiety producing. Perhaps you had begun to feel optimism. You were picking up speed and steaming along. Then, it is as though your train has jumped the track.

Oh, the importance of the track. One analogy is provided by Rick Warren. Life is like a railroad track. It has two rails. One is what is good about life. The other is what is bad about life. We cannot get anywhere without both rails.

I was recently reminded of an old Thomas the Train cartoon. He stated, as he lay beside the tracks: “Free at last!” But, we are not free without rails, rules, and limits. There is no freedom without limits. It is true for anything we consider important in our lives. The work we do, the games we enjoy, the activities in which we engage. All require limits. Limits provide freedom and safety. How free is a fish in a fishbowl? We tend to prefer large fish bowls. But, regardless the size, we cannot survive without one. Stressful. Trying. Anger provoking. Anxiety arousing. Depression inviting. Though limits and rules may seem disruptive and irritating, we cannot live without them. As I drove to work yesterday morning I stayed in the right lane. Fortunately, those traveling in the opposite direction stayed in their right lane; my left lane. All went well even though a farm vehicle slowed me down until I could see a clear path to pass. I am glad I knew the rules and the potential consequences of ignoring them.

Freedom? Not without rails, rules, limits, and/or boundaries. Imagine your favorite sport without limits. Chaos. Utter chaos.

I have mentioned my friend who is a major influencer in my decision to do some writing. His name is Mark Tappmeyer. Our friendship dates back to the summer of 1982. He recently shared a poem he had penned. I really liked it and responded with a short paragraph. Mark emailed back with this response: “Richard, whether you know it or not, you’ve written a prose poem–a modern and popular category.  Perhaps one for your blog.” MT

Wow, without knowing what I was doing, I produced a prose poem. He suggested I share it. I requested permission to include his poem that stimulated my prose poem. He willing consented, even giving me permission to include his poem with citing his authorship. Not a chance!

His poem reminded me to the seductive power of temptation. Yes, the serpent is crafty, crafty beyond anything else. Best to stay out of his reach and run if/when he should make an appearance in our garden.

My friend wrote:

The Serpent Advises on Apple Eating
 
“Now the serpent was more crafty . . . .”
 
                                             Genesis 3:1
 
You should know that from a tree in the middle of the garden
hang globes of fruit—like fist-sized worlds. 
 
You can, without much reach, pluck and munch. 
But that’s just one of several ways to eat the fruit:
 
two stones, flat and river-washed, can mash
the tiny skulls into a pulp for those who like to slurp,
 
or each ball of sweetness can be sliced and dried
into a fruity leather for packing as one roams from home,
 
or, my favorite, dice and bake them into pies
or tarts, which shouldn’t be resisted.
 
It depends upon your appetite,
which in truth lies-sss behind all apple eating.

                                       MT (empty)

My response:

“Love it!”

“Succulent, seductive tidbits of temptation. All alluring. The asp is apt and able. Temptation threaded through a big hole. Bad noose! Then, the serpent disappears. What an asp-hole.”

Indeed. The asp is a purveyor of propaganda, the asp who comes to steal, kill, and destroy. He allures us by appealing to our appetites. Sometimes we did not have the appetite until he enticed.  His temptations, when heeded, lead us through a noose. Then, the asp retreats until another opportune time. God help me to be mindful, discerning, and obedient.

Luke Ponders His Fate

I heard the sound of Darth,

His voice was echo-like and raspy.

As were all the sounds that surrounded.

This seductive, chasmic expanse.

Luring me to stray from being mindful.

Oh the power of Darth.

The continuously lurking and killing kind of Darth.

The stomp of the elephant would be fast and final.

Darth’s taunts are blunt, brutal, yet conniving, even attractive.

Darth can sound like the tender trill of the chickadee.

To listen and heed is the continuous erosion of vitality.

Me, an accomplice of Darth?

I could readily see me succumb to the raspy lure of Darth.

What will be?

It is decided by me.

Me thinks I have no courage.

So, I succumb and hide under my pile of dirt

and close my eyes to the world.

My choice.

And, then the voice in the still of the Garden:

“Adam, where are you?

Richard L. Brewer

4/30/2020

Homonym/antonym: repent/re-pent. One means to feel sorrow and change direction. The other means to shut up or shut in. May the Holy Spirit convict me so that I might repent vs. re-pent. “If we confess our sins He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and cleanse us from all unrighteousness. How remarkable. Freedom vs. being bound up.

Holy/holey. One means sacred, devoted, set apart. The other means a gap or an opening. Oh, that I might be holy vs. holey. I am reminded of how D.L. Moody responded when he was asked if he was full of the Holy Spirit. His response was, “Yes, but I leak”. I do, too, but I want to be less holey and more holy.

Holiness

Wholly, Holey, Holy,

Is my holiness to God.

Though it is Wholly Holey.

God can make it Wholly Holy.

Not a mite of my Wholly Holey, Holy

Do I withhold.

How I desire

for my

Wholly, Holey, Holy

To be Wholly Holy Holy.

Richard L. Brewer

JUST SAY KNOW.

Oh, how enticing. 

It looks so good.

It appears sweeter than honey.

It seems smoother than oil.

The end is disastrous.

I need to resist.

But the allures are seductive.

The allures lead to addiction.

My appetite can be high,

For all that is nutritionally empty.

The taste can seem so satisfying:

Like the sweetness of honey.

It can go down smoothly: like oil.

What must I do to change my diet?

I must become educated.

I must collect information.

I must become educated.

I must know what is nutritional.

I must become educated.

Then, I must become disciplined.

I must become educated.

I must know what is healthy.

I must become educated.

I must know what to no.

I must become educated.

I must adhere to a sound diet.

I must avoid empty calories.

I must become educated.

I need to have information.

I need to know more than no.

The more I know the more I can no.

No is not enough.

No increased my appetite.

I have dwelt on the no.

I have become preoccupied with the forbidden.

The “no” without the “know” failed me.

Do not dwell on the forbidden.

But, forbidden has filled my mind.

I must learn to fill my mind with know.

The choices I make will be better.

I know more and the choices are  better.

Know, know: such a better admonition.

No, no has been a greater enticement than deterrent.

Know, know has informed the no, no.

My diet is more substantive.

My body, mind, and soul are healthier.

Stay with the regimen.

Its benefits are conspicuous.

No to no only. Yes to know, always.

Do I “no” Him more than I “know” Him.

May I “know” Him vs. “no” Him.

Help me know YOU, the only true God and Jesus Christ who YOU sent.

Richard L. Brewer

September 18, 2020

John 17:3 (English Standard Version) “And this is eternal life, that they know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom you have sent.”

 1 Corinthians 13:9-12 (English Standard Version) “For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10 but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away. 11 When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways. 12 For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.”

Be Owlish

Say who?

Who, Who, Who, who.

Who is God.

Who is Jesus.

Who is the Holy Spirit.

who is me.

The first three Who is One WHO.

Only One.

Three in One.

The last who is me.

Who am I in relationship to the Great WHO?

The Great Who: The Great I am.

The Great Who God Who became the Great Who Jesus.

Who lives in the believer as The Great Who Holy Spirit.

Inside this lower-case who resides the WHO.

WHO would have thought it?

Only He.

The Great WHO.

And, the Great WHO did.

The Great WHO invited me, the small case who, to know HIM.

The Great WHO invited who. Yes, who.

who should think about that.

God created. God provided. God did it all.

Then, God invited me. WHO took the initiative.

How utterly incomprehensible.

He wants who to know Him.

Yes, WHO wants who to know Him.

The focus is WHO.

Yes, WHO.

The who can accept or reject the WHO.

The WHO takes the initiative.

The who must respond.

The who does not invite the WHO.

The WHO invites who.

Think about that.

Be owlish.

Richard L. Brewer

September 11, 2020

Cross-eyed

He held a plumb line and a level.

His hand was sure.

Truth was without question.

I am at least a half-a-bubble off plumb.

At least that and likely much more.

My plumb is cockeyed, too.

Thankfully, He holds the plumb and level.

There is not a bit of cockeyed or off plumb in Him.

He builds the house.

And, He provided the truth in Christ.

With His plumb and His level I can build in assurance.

Whether a castle of a tent.

The huff and puff of the wolf will not shake me.

His plumb and His level guide me.

Interesting how a Shepherd masters His tools.

His sheep pen is wolf proof.

Those who abide there come in and go out.

God levels with me. He is plumb good.

He speaks to me. I know His voice.

Help me avoid the thief who would fool me into thinking that cockeyed is plumb and a half-bubble-off- plumb is level.

Make my abode huff and puff proof. House or tent.

He tabernacles with me. Incredulous.

My abode cannot be blown down.

Stay near the door and its safety.

It is thief proof.

The wolf cannot huff and puff enough.

The builder is God. He set the vertical and horizontal.

Thinking of vertical and horizontal.

That makes the sign of the cross.

May I be cross-eyed and not cockeyed.

Richard L. Brewer

08/22/2020

“Therefore Jesus said again, “Very truly I tell you, I am the gate for the sheep. 8 All who have come before me are thieves and robbers, but the sheep have not listened to them. 9 I am the gate; whoever enters through me will be saved. They will come in and go out, and find pasture. 10 The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full” John 10:7-10.

“I’ll be Damned”

Dead and buried.

They could barely wait for the stink of decay.

The grave was fortified.

“No one will steal this corpse.”

“No false conspiracies by its theft!”

An official seal.

A detachment of guards.

Secured.

Decay could provide evidence.

Religious establishment elated.

Civil uprising avoided.

At least some were content.

But, only for a while.

There would be no stench.

One could almost hear—

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

Richard L. Brewer

8/13/2020