tranquil

renoir

Can you hear a blade of grass
Reach up in sleight of moment’s pass?
Or the whisper of a single star
Cold alone and so, so far?

Leaves so fast and quietly unfold,
Just as quickly wither and get old.
And light-years traveled celestial bright,
This star is only a memory in a twinkling light.

Things that happen with us unaware
Good things created renounce despair.
Growing goodness all around
God’s omniscience offer little sound.

Peaceful, flowing the windy breeze
Oft disrupted by the trees
Catching, reflecting, fearless gales,
Stands of filters, antonymic sails.

But does ever the wind needs a place
To break tranquility and show her face?
It is God who exhales this gentleness –
And to the wind’s ear to which grass shall confess.
(c) 2014 Rick Stassi

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The Stars and Darkness

That he would grant you, according to the riches of his glory, to be strengthened with might by his Spirit in the inner man;

Ephesians 3:16

I look to the sky and see sparkling specks of light. All is endless as the black sky forgives all thought. The emptiness absorbs anxiousness purely by distraction. But, I attest the dark sky does not forgive. It only hides our ill thoughts as the night swallows all we cast to it. Unfortunately,  it saves all we give for later days to be returned to us. The night is outward, the stars too. There is only a sense of being lost there, there is no shelter or warmth of comfort. The night is a cold place with little fireplaces, embers bright but too far away to offer me shelter.

Is this not where God is? Heaven? I seek God’s eyes and the blinking lights of billions of  mirages look back. Heaven is where God is upon His mighty throne:

Take my will, and make it Thine;
It shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart; it is Thine own;
It shall be Thy royal throne, 

 Frances Ridley Havergal (1836-1879)

Embrace the word of God for it is truth and wisdom. Leave for a moment the vision cast so many times and so many ways of what and where heaven and God are. Speculation is aimless and fruitless. It is a waste of time succumbing to our own invention.  God has a message for me and it is this: I Am with you. In my submission to Jesus a miracle happens. I am blessed with a Spirit to abide in my cavernous heart.

Fill my heart O Lord. Make it Yours. Sit upon Your throne in my heart. Guide me. Help me. Amen.

My heart and soul are my inner man. It is here where I should look to see the face of God. For I am strengthened not just to see further across galaxies, but to see with keener insight and wisdom into the mystery of a residing God.

May be able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height;

Ephesians 3:18   

The eternal face of God and His mystery for me to see. I look into my heart and I search over and around for His inclining ear. I am eager to commune in love and partake in the mystery and wisdom from a loving Father. He enables me to comprehend that which is infinite. It seems like a paradox. To seek eternity should I not look upon the infinite? No. To realize eternity, I must look inside my heart where God has fortified vision, comprehension, and expectation of eternal wisdom. Let me see all of it.

To bridge the gap between my outward perspective and inner searching for the face of God and a glimpse of eternity, is the Spirit who leads. He teaches and fortifies methods. He brings me to my knees in a quiet place:

“I come into this quiet sanctuary it is empty but I find You here…”  

Julie Bernstein, ‘Sanctuary’ – Out of the Deep

 Yes there is a place that is quiet and where a peace pervades. It is on my knees with my eyes closed. This position of prayer is the method the Spirit tells me is best. I come to the Father on my knees without distraction and vulnerable. Vulnerable and humble. When I open myself in humility, I am vulnerable and it is in this vulnerability that I demonstrate that I have full trust in the Lord. For I shall not fear outside influence when I am in this place. God meets me here. I put my trust in the Lord to ask for abundance and be given in excess:

Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us, Ephesians 3:20

His word is what I need, now. I am fortified, comprehending, and trusting in the God of all eternity. The stars edge closer, almost timidly, and fall at my feet – each one a last flicker and then out. All fades that is outward and all is fortified and grows to the length and breadth of eternity inward. How beautiful is God’s creation but how much more beautiful is His face as our eyes meet when I am humble and seek Him. He avails His presence to me. I am limitless. I am eternal. All because God has built and continues to build a stronghold inside my heart. In His ethereal presence sits my Savior, Jesus. He is the Seed of all life and I thank the Lord for His grace that places me as a co-heir to the eternal inheritance. Praise God on High.

The lights of the night sky are frivolous. They sparkle and deceive us by making us feel small and limited. Have the perspective of eternity through eyes that search our heart where our King sits. There is no deception and the stars flit and dart to darkness.

© Rick Stassi, Emanating Joy 2013

Merciful Lord, Build Your Sanctuary

Artist: CONNIE CHRISTENSEN

1 When Israel went out of Egypt,
The house of Jacob from a people of strange language,
2 Judah became His sanctuary,
And Israel His dominion.
3 The sea saw it and fled;
Jordan turned back.
4 The mountains skipped like rams,
The little hills like lambs.
5 What ails you, O sea, that you fled?
O Jordan, that you turned back?
6 O mountains, that you skipped like rams?
O little hills, like lambs?
7 Tremble, O earth, at the presence of the Lord,
At the presence of the God of Jacob,
8 Who turned the rock into a pool of water,
The flint into a fountain of waters.
Psalm 114

O that we are living sanctuaries that are under God’s dominion. What a great picture of His love. What a great picture of the omnipotent God whose very presence causes mountains to fall. What a great picture that the strongest stalwarts of  protest and the frolicking, frivolity of the apathetic  prance away in His presence…

We are a living sanctuary. Our bodies are temples. These are vessels where the Holy Spirit has residence. So many pictures as God teaches us through stories and metaphor, pictures and symbols. He is almighty.

We speak not the language of this world. We were captive but destined for release at His will. The language the world speaks is drowned in our own Red Sea as the suffocating waters overtake the foolish ramblings of the world. As in the Exodus, we were neither cast off nor did we steal off in secret night, but walked to God in His glory: all witnessed. We walked in desperation, in weakness, in humble seeking, but we did so on our two feet to His open arms. Free will.

The strength of mountain and the lesser hills…How they protest. With every debate, with every apathetic casting of stones, God shows his strength and power over His domain. For every strong ram and frivolous lamb, shall skip away in His presence for apathy is foolish and strong-willed disagreement are worthless from the perspective of being within God’s dominion.

We see His face and all others are separated because where we go, the sea closes back up, the river runs again after us. Waiting, ever-waiting for another soul to cry for mercy. At this cry, a single ram, a little lamb, leave their once safe stronghold and wonder, “Why is there emptiness?”. These are the ones who will see light in darkness. There is hope for the wicked. Most will flee in His presence, some will reconcile reason with action. The fool’s reason produces foolish action. Soon some will see.

… and a new sanctuary is born from stone. A heart immovable becomes malleable in His hands for there is no alternative as Man ever seeks inside. Deeper and deeper. It is certain the mind is complex and will accommodate the insatiable searchers of solution for their malady. But there is an end to each mind. Complexity of our thought is mere frivolity over time. The debate: “There is no God!” flees as the ram. The fleeting attitude of frivolity as a lamb, soon tires. The grass dries.

But then there is God’s mercy.  The sea opens, the river dries and the ram and the lamb walk together: the strongholds of objection and the frivolity of apathy. They walk together through these dry places. For as His presence causes those to flee, His mercy ever-beckons.

They shall flee but some will come. Our Lord is a merciful Lord. His omnipotent presence, but His gentle touch. Shall the ram skip away with the lamb? Mostly yes. But a few will look back and see that a once powerful stronghold-a powerful debate and the apathy, are meaningless in the perspective of time. Time itself becomes meaningless. God dries the waters for the crumbled mountains, for the rolling hills. For therein lies a picture of the how the strength of a strong tongue of objection, of human rationale, or the voice of the apathetic who really care not for all will turn to dust, won’t it? The picture shows that the end of human wisdom doesn’t approach the wisdom of God.

We have crossed our wilderness, our river, our sea. Soon others will as well. For the mere strength of the Lord turns heads and they will skip off or kneel and pray: “O, Father, I am at my end. Build Your sanctuary within my heart”

Rick Stassi

March 9, 2012