" Any patch of sunlight in a wood will show you something about the sun which you could never get from reading books on astronomy. These pure and spontaneous pleasures are 'patches of godlight' in the woods of our experience."

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Christmas Is Different This Year

Home
Family
Gifts
Light
Laughter
Trees
Same as always
Baby
Manger
Star
Shepherds
Angels

But this year is different
The ice in my heart 
Has cracked away
Lights are brighter
Trees prettier

The cold outside
Won't freeze me
Hope and love
Keep me warm

Baby in a manger
Means so much more
God's gift to us
A tiny baby
His only Son
Born to die
 So that I might live

That's why Christmas is different this year
Realizing the importance
Of God's gift
The reason for the season
It means so much more
When you accept
God's gift.


Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Christmas Lights

Glowing Christmas lights
Shine down upon me
Warmth, love, and comfort
Fill my heart

Christmas lights make me happy
They cheer me.
Twinkling like stars -
Brilliant, multicolored stars

Memories flood 
Of Christmases long past
Reflecting of old times
Warms my heart

The lights remind me
Of someone who came
A small baby born,
The reason we celebrate this day

That baby was a light
For all the world to see
He came here to save me
 And He came to save you

I love Christmas lights
And the joy that they give.
I love that small baby
And the light that He gives.

 


Friday, December 5, 2014

Bad Guy gone Good

Am I the only person who loves a bad guy gone good story?

Present me with a tortured bad guy with a twisted past and then show me his redemption. I will melt into a puddle of tears and feelings. He will forever be one of my favorite characters.

Why is this redemption story, cliche as it is, so important? Why does it impact me in such a huge way? Why am I always rooting for the bad guy who becomes a hero?

Maybe he's an evil vampire who has been rejected all his life, then when he finally finds acceptance with the woman he loves, it changes him.

Or perhaps he's a druggie, who only wants to die, but finds a reason to live and comes out of the gutter as a new man.

What about a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist who literally becomes a hero and learns to love and care for more than just himself.

Or my favorite: a madman who stole a blue box, ran away from his problems, committed genocide and then committed himself to helping save others.

It doesn't matter. The story has been told hundreds of different ways. Why is it important?

Because if there can be redemption for them, if there is goodness somewhere inside of those people, then there is redemption for me. Maybe I see that dual layer within myself. A person who has done horrible things but learns and grows from it to become a better person. Isn't that the human condition? Isn't that what most people strive for?

And usually the "bad guy" slips up and falls back into his old ways at some point in the story. That always hits me hard. I grieve for them. Why would you do that again?? I think.  But then I see myself in that too, always repeating my mistakes. But that still doesn't take away from the redemption. Because the character sees the mistake and is sorry it happened. They pick themselves up and try again to be the hero.

It is more realistic to see characters who are bad and yet also good. That is how most human beings are. Everyone isn't all bad or all good. We are a mixture of mistakes and apologies. Bad choices and good choices. So it feels more real to me even if the story is about vampires, superheros, or time lords. I can connect with that character because I see myself in them.

Redemption makes a great story and great characters but more importantly it gives people a desire and a hope for something better for themselves - that they too can find redemption and have a better life.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

A Heart that Loves the Ocean

I watch the waves,
Waiting and wistful
Wishing the water
Would wash me away.

The wind pushes me
The waves pull me
Presenting me with possibilities
Its power calls to me
The chaos scares me
Yet I am comforted

Crashing waves are music
To my ears
The spray of the ocean 
Invigorates me

Will I miss the sun?
The salty air?
The smell of the sea?
Will they be lost to me?
When I sink,
Pressed under the crushing waves,
The curve of the ocean
Embracing me.

Precious water
Crystal clear
Carving a new heart in me -
A heart that loves 
The crest of the waves,
Splashing foam.
A heart that loves the ocean.