Showing posts with label larks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label larks. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 3, 2019

Looking Out from the God Mirror

I am the shadow of the Lord

Like a shadow attached to a person I am attached to God
I spring from him in the shape of him
I am nothing apart from him
Merely a projection separated from him

I am a reflection of the Lord
More than mere silhouette with more substance than shadow
Not truly freestanding but intimately analogous
I have no being apart from what I reflect

I am not really a person without him or apart from his person
To be what I am I must stay attached to the Lord
And gaze out from the mirror upon him

Friday, June 18, 2010

A Day for Father

Fathers' Day is upon us, another Hallmark moment meant to sell drivel in greeting cards--right? Primarily, yes! If we truly desired to honor our fathers (or mothers, for that matter) we'd respect them, obey them (if we're still under their roofs), and pay attention to their instruction 365 days a year. It's not like one day a year can wash out 364 days of disrespect, disobedience and disconnection. Of course, some of that is a two way street; regardless, I think you get my point.

There is one Father, I think, who gets more disrespect and neglect than all others combined. That is our heavenly Father. He's bigger, stronger and more important than all our earthly fathers, so at least some small portion among us deign to give him one day a week of props rather than one day a year. But still, doesn't he deserve more than that? Apparently, the appeal of eternity spent with the heavenly Father gains no traction with those who live for the here and now--and that includes church folk!  The masses outside don't even want to hear about the heavenly Father.

I hope you take the time on Fathers Day to communicate your love, respect and gratitude to your earthly father, if you still have him. Better yet, I hope you take the day to express the same to your heavenly Father--as long as you remember, that with God, a day is 1000 years! Everday, you see, is a day for our Father.