Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Certainty and uncertainty

This weekend will have certainty and uncertainty laced together like a well-worn sneaker, tightly drawing all involved into a fit that is snug and just right with a double knot securely made. A. has played softball on the Lady Pirates team since spring and Friday begins the tournament section of their play. She has only needed to miss one practice and one game because of our moving, an amazing set of results in itself. We are certain that Friday night will have a softball, energetic cheering by the team and coaches involved with calming a pitcher and encouraging the batters. We are uncertain as to what kind of game we will face.

I am a baseball girl, through and through, ever since a child. I played with the boys and we played ball in a baseball sort of way – pitching, base running, outfield defense, the whole bag. I didn’t have very many softball friends, and when we did play they would play like baseball. I watch softball on ESPN and been to several games, and it still seems wild to me that two games so closely related to each other can be so amazingly different. Our softball team has won two games in which only four players even hit the ball…all the other scores were made from manufacturing runs from walks to first, and stealing the rest. This is a standard softball occurrence. In the beginning levels of softball, the pitching is erratic, out of control and reliably unreliable. One pitch can be three feet over the batter’s head and the very next pitch (in an over-exaggerated attempt to fix that high target) looks more like a good toss in Bocce than a softball pitch because it’s on the ground. High, low, all over the place, every pitcher nearly gives each batter all 7 pitches allowed before they take a base. My A. has been hit by the pitch more than she has actually hit a pitched ball. Softball is a different game, it can drive you crazy if you’re looking for the same certainty as baseball provides.

With this being double elimination, with certainty our softball tournament could end right after Friday night’s game if our team loses. The uncertainty of the occasion means if we win…oh if we win, we need to stay in a hotel overnight to be ready for the Saturday 8:00 a.m. game.

With certainty, Friday begins the hourly countdown to waiting in line and buying “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows”. But the uncertainty works into the fact we have secured a copy in one city (and we don’t live there anymore), reserved another copy in our new city (but we may not be back home to be in time to be able to retrieve it) and reserved a copy in the city we will be playing this softball game, just in case we have to stay overnight. Where we will buy it, very uncertain, but a copy will be in our hands before the sun rises on Saturday morning.

Our Harry Potter predictions (with certainty and uncertainty):
:Dumbledore is not dead, but instead Professor Slughorn who was using a pollyjuice potion to resemble the headmaster, received the brunt of the attack. Dumbledore is now able to work completely undercover, presumed dead, to be a hidden powerful weapon used when most needed and utterly for surprise.

:Dumbledore is not dead, for even if he was actually himself when under attack, he was protected by the potion Professor Snape uses to keep a stopper on death.

:Professor Snape is loyal to Dumbledore, not to Lord Voldemort. Professor Snape, though a former Death Eater has been unswervingly loyal to the cause of defeating Voldemort; the questionable actions which happened at the end of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince occurred because Lucious Malfoy, using a pollyjuice potion resembled Professor Snape. Professor Snape is able to be found bound in Azkaban, bound and imprisoned, in Lucious Malfoy’s cell.

:The fact that everyone exclaims that Harry has his mother Lily’s eyes is incredibly important to the power of love and friendship and trust he carries. They are not a horcrux, but a sign of the deep power unconditional and sacrificial love carry.

:Mrs. Dursley, Lily’s sister, has secret magic powers which have been intentionally suppressed by those whose mission it has been to keep Harry alive and safe throughout his childhood and adolescence.

:The biggest, most involved character throughout the entire 7 volumes is Neville Longbottom. His magical strength has been magically and powerfully suppressed, even to a point that Neville is completely unaware to the depth of power and strength he has. This suppression was provided by his parents in his infancy, provided before they were tortured into insanity, provided to hide the most serious weapon against Lord Voldemort. We as readers gain small insights every time he is on the page, through interactions with different characters, different circumstances, different challenges, joys, sorrows and insights into the past. I.e. when Neville’s grandmother sends him a Rememberall and it turns red as soon as he handles it, it signifies that he has forgotten something. What he has forgotten is truly how powerful of a force he is. Why does his grandmother cry when he is finally able to perform minor acts of magic? Because the protective power of the suppression spells are diminishing, for they are tied to his chronological age. And etc.

What for Neville…he is the key to the entire story.

:There is a death of a major character in Book #7, and I contend that it is Neville who will die, Neville, who in an act of sacrificial bravery abandons all reserve to self-protection and provides the ultimate level of power and strength to eliminate Lord Voldemeort. Upon the awareness of his power, having been released from the marks of suppression and protection, Neville moves intentionally with courage and bravery, honor and duty to save his friends. Harry will not be able to do it alone…it can only be accomplished with Neville providing this additional sacrifice. Neville and Harry are united in the fact that the prophecy about Lord Voldemeort’s demise has woven the two of them together within the tapestry of fulfillment. Neville is “the power that the Dark Lord knows not” and his provision of unconditional sacrifice to protect everyone else is the key to saving their world.

:Harry and Ginny to be married, Ron and Hermione to be married, Voldemort to be eliminated.

And there is so much more…but I am certain that tonight I am spent, and another day dawns very quickly. Enjoy your night and embrace the certainty and uncertainty of your day tomorrow. God is with you every step of the way!

Monday, July 16, 2007

Filled to the Brim





Filled to the brim, spilling over
With the blessings that come from God.
Blessings that are never meant
To be kept only for me –
These blessings must be shared.

Filled to the brim, spilling over
With the joy that comes from God.
Joy that is not a reflection of
This day’s 24 hours –
This joy must be shared.

Filled to the brim, spilling over
With the holy love that comes from God.
Holy love that does not look
For the FULL line inside my heart –
This holy love must be shared.

This heart, a vessel, humble and plain,
Equipped to receive these gifts from God.
This heart, a vessel never intended
To hold them,
To evaluate them,
To catalogue them,
To maintain, sustain, contain or retain them.
This heart, a vessel, was created to be
Filled to the brim, spilling over
With the impact of God’s deep love for the world.

Human effort is inadequate, God’s power is infinite.
He gives blessing, joy and holy love,
Not for me, only me.
Instead,
He gives,
And gives,
And gives
AND GIVES
In perpetuity.
God gives blessing, joy and holy love
To be spilled out
Splashed lavishly, sloppily, indiscriminately,
Generously, intentionally, poured out with abandon.
I may never be able to know
Just how many people around me
Are thirsty for God:
Parched, dry, in the drought of a desert
Praying for an oasis, a cool, cool drink.

Praying for a drink,
A deep, gulping, thirst quenching drink
From a vessel, humble and plain
Touched by God’s blessing,
God’s joy,
God’s holy love.
A thirst quenching drink
From a vessel, humble and plain
Which is filled to the brim.

jsi


May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. Romans 15:13

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

At The Foot of Your Throne



I find myself, LORD, at the foot of Your throne,

Once more completely, intentionally alone.

The deep melodies of praise

I might normally raise

Seem like a distant, untenable groan.



I worship you LORD, at the foot of Your throne,

A treasured experience, silently alone.

With a glimpse You can see

My heart open and free

There are no corners that contain an unknown.



I adore You, LORD, at the foot of Your throne,

Lovingly, amazingly, delightfully alone.

I will stay for the length

To receive divine strength,

I bend lower before You, now prone.



I admit while I’m here at the foot of Your throne,

It was nearly impossible to be this alone.

Every task, need and chore

Seems to holler, “Oh, there’s more!”

They all tap in – exhausting me to the bone.



But I have to stay here at the foot of Your throne,

I dare not postpone this delicious ALONE.

I need Your hidden manna,

Your promised bidden manna –

Please revive this poor heart – refresh, atone.



I remain with you LORD at the foot of Your throne

There is no one else here, but I am not alone –

You are here, You are near,

Your presence never domineers

There is deep love flowing in this Divine Prayer Zone.



Your hidden manna, Your deep strength is the key,

This bidden manna, restoring this empty me.

Please bring a bowlful, a plateful, a cup

Of Your sweet hidden manna, my weary hands reach up

To find a taste of Your manna

Your hidden, bidden manna.

Restore me with honey sweet hidden manna today.



jsi



He who has an ear let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches. "To him that overcomes I will give some of the hidden manna. I will also give him a white stone with a new name written on it, known only to him who receives it." Revelation 2:17 NIV

Then Moses said to Aaron, "Say to the entire Israelite community, 'Come before the LORD, for He has heard your hearts.'" While Aaron was speaking to the whole Israelite community, they looked toward the desert, and there was the glory of the LORD appearing in the cloud. The LORD said to Moses, "I have heard the hearts of the Israelites. Tell them, 'At twilight you will eat meat and in the morning you will be filled with bread.. Then you will know that I AM the LORD your God.'" That evening quail came and covered the whole camp, and in the morning there was a layer of dew around the camp. When the dew was gone, thin flakes like frost on the ground appeared on the desert floor. The people called the bread manna. It was white like coriander seed and tasted like wafers made with honey. Exodus 16:9-14; 31. NIV