September 29, 2005
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Found this on my daughter’s xanga, and enjoyed it enough to want to share it:
My hands hold safely to my dreams
Clutching tightly, not one has fallen
So many years have shaped each one
Reflecting my heart
Showing who I am
Now you’re asking me to show
What I’m holding oh so tightly
Can’t open my hands, Can’t let go
Does it matter? Should I show You?
Can’t you let me go?
“Surrender, Surrender,” You whisper gently
You say I will be free, I know but can’t you see…
my dreams are me?
My dreams are me.
You say You have a plan for me
And that You want the best for my life
Told me the world had yet to see
what You could do with one that’s commited to Your calling
I know of course what I should do
That I can’t hold these dreams forever
But if I give them now to You
Will you take them away forever
Or can I dream again?
“Surrender, Surrender,” You whisper gently
You say I will be free, I know but can’t you see
my dreams are me?
My dreams are me.
Surrender….
“God can do anything, you know–far more than you could ever imagine or guess or request in your wildest dreams! He does it not by pushing us around but by working within us, his Spirit deeply and gently within us.”
Ephesians 3:20 (The Message)
…May God fulfill all your dreams…Jim
Comments (22)
You are right it is a good one, and this comes from a compulsive clutcher.
Heather
Hi Jim, I like your new color scheme and I like the music, too. Hey, did you get my email? Look forward to hearing from you.
Blessings,
Deborah
May all our dreams begin and end in Him……….
I like the new look, too! I’m thinking of changing mine again. Hey, cheaper and easier than repainting my whole house again.
Heather: I think this song ( by Barlow Girl, by the way) strikes a chord with the clutcher (great term!) in all of us.
Deborah & Breath_of_Dawn : Glad you like the change. It’s interesting to see the results of a 4 am “inspiration”. I definitely agree that it’s cheaper than repainting the house (thanks…got a good laugh imagining THAT!)
…Jim
Thank you Jimmish. I love that song. It really reaches my
heart and soul. Who is that cute little guy with you in your picture.
The profile pic I have is one that is very dear to my heart.
It reminds me that Jesus has been holding me even when I was a kid and didn’t know it.
It also looks just like me when I was a little girl which makes it all the more special.
Love in Christ Nikki
Thanks for your comment. I like your poem, too, that you left on my site. Is it yours?
Hi Mr Smallish. I do like the reading. Very true.
-AQ
This song reminds me quite a bit of Nichole Nordeman. As a rule, I really do not listen to much CCM, but I have found in Nordeman–in particular her debut Wild-Eyed–a voice that speaks to many of the tensions we face as honest believers. It has been my experience that she neither sugar-coats or romanticizes the faith nor succumbs to a morbid nihilism but perceptively charts those ambivalent waters we so often feel, stuck here as we are in bodies made of the earth with hearts designed for eternity. One does not wish to denigrate earth and matter, of course, but one must also admit, along with the Buddha, that in oh, so many ways, “to live is to suffer.”
I don’t keep up on CCM very well myself…partly because it’s not uncommon to hear in the text of some artists’ song lyrics things which are doctrinally off base, partly because of style preferences, and partly simple logistics; time. I tend to come across individual songs, and a few artists, which “tickle my fancy”. My proclivity is more to worship music. I also like it when I come across modern renderings of some of the older hymns…like Jars of Clay’s “Redemption Songs”". All that said, I love music, and my tastes are pretty eclectic…I’m going to try to see Michael Card in concert tonight. I really like Nichole Nordeman because she’s earthy and honest, both in style and content; candidly depicting the inner reality of the struggling, growing, learning believer’s experience .
”One does not wish to denigrate earth and matter, of course, but one must also admit, along with the Buddha, that in oh, so many ways, “to live is to suffer.” “ Acceptance of that simple fact was a seminal moment in my growth, both as a believer and an individual. I had picked up the book, popular at the time, “The Road Less Traveled“, by M. Scott Peck. I read, on the first page, the following:
“Life is difficult. This is a great truth, one of the greatest truths* [*The first of the 'Four Noble Truths' which Buddha taught was 'Life is suffering.'] It is a great truth because once we truly see this truth, we transcend it. Once we truly know that life is difficult–once we truly understand and accept it–then life is no longer difficult. Because once it is accepted, the fact that life is difficult no longer matters.
“Most do not fully see this truth that life is difficult. Instead they moan more or less incessantly, noisily or subtly, about the enormity of their problems, their burdens, and their difficulties as if life were generally easy, as if life should be easy. They voice their belief, noisily or subtly, that their difficulties represent a unique kind of affliction that should not be and that has somehow been specially visited upon them, or else upon their families, their tribe, their class, their nation, their race or even their species, and not upon others. I know about this moaning because I have done my share.
“Life is a series of problems. Do we want to moan about them or solve them? “
Although I found much with which I disagreed in Peck’s writings, this passage opened my eyes. I saw that the world, and life’s difficulties, “are what they are”, and acceptance of this freed me to pursue living life, attacking its challenges with solution in mind, and the energy-sapping wasted pursuit of “moaning” as Peck calls it, about how unfair life is, began to cease to be a key player in my internal life. I had read countless times that
” …your father who is in heaven…makes His sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the just and the unjust.” ( Matthew 5:45) ,
and knew that God is just, but often operated in my attitude as if
“God is a mean kid sitting on an anthill with a magnifying glass, and I’m the ant. He could fix my life in five minutes if He wanted to, but he’d rather burn off my feelers and watch me squirm.” ( Jim Carrey’s character, Bruce, in Bruce Almighty).
It has alway been interesting to me the way epiphinal moments come together. In one focused instant, I got it…the delusional cloud ( that is, that existence shouldn’t be difficult; that God was singling me out for hardship, or something akin to that) which had obscured so much of my vision and ability to freely enjoy and pursue life, dissipated with the acceptance of the universe, life, God, myself, others; EVERYTHING…. as God has allowed it to be, in His just, loving wisdom, also helping me be better able to trust that
“…all things are working together for good to those who love God…” (Romans 8:28)
Ah yes. The Road Less Traveled. You know, I have never read the book, though I have heard it referenced numerous times, it has been sitting on my shelf for years, and I have picked it up and thumbed through it half a dozen times. Peck’s book also experienced a renewed interest when The Celestine Prophecy, another book I have never read, came out a few years back: presumably they share elements in common. Whatever, I have gone through a faze in which I have read a lot of (mainly pop psychology) books popular from that period, such as (actually half a decade earlier) Dr. Thomas A. Harris’ I’m OK–You’re OK: A Practical Guide to Transactional Analysis and for me, two of the most influential: John Powell’s short prequel Why Am I Afraid to Love? and slightly longer sequel Why Am I Afraid to Tell you who I Am? (Incidentally, it is not a highly advertised fact, but I have a very small personal “library” I developed some time ago online that can only be accessed by invitation: that is, one will not find it listed in the search engines for copyright reasons. In it is the complete textual copy of both books by Powell and Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis, three of the most personally influential books to me as an early Christian. You–or anyone else reading these words–are invited to drop in and download: see here.) While I look to the books I have read during that period in my life as being invaluable in helping to shape my insights, I must confess that the pop psychology aspect has lost a great deal of its appeal. Additionally, a lot of this latter aspect, whether “Christianized” or not, tends to nod its head toward a lot of the New Age aspects of spirituality as well, which again is not something I fear but rather something I find unnecessary, ultimately detracting from the essence of God (though for some, a path they must take to arrive at the final destination: a tiny flicker of interest when the brilliant flame of truth would send them scampering back further into the darkness: God is in nowise limited in the means He may employ to call wayward souls to Himself).
Que pasa vato? Caze Shumanitutank ta Obwaci. El queso esta viejo. Donde esta el bano! Yo estoy muy loco porque estoy en el estado con muchos hillbillyos. No me gusta esta estado, es muy mal, es de los demonos.
Donde esta el bano! Now, there’s a phrase I recognize, along with “pastillas para dolour” and “donde esta su dolour?” I really need to learn more Espanol.
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Breath_of_Dawn & and fishtree: Exactly! Couldn’t have said it more succinctly. ( Breath_of Dawn ….do you have a medical background?…referring to the Spanish phrases you included)
” “God is in nowise limited in the means He may employ to call wayward souls to Himself” and this is why I hesitate to make like a storm-trooper when I see someone obviously in search of God but not necessarily on the “straight and narrow” in their search.” We cannot judge where another is, either by their profuse knowledge and use of scripture, nor by their lack thereof. Only God knows, and is capable of judging, a person’s heart, and future with Him.”
It is my belief that when Christ said “Judge not, lest ye be judged”, it was this type of judgement of the relationship to God of others to which He referred. How could How could I ever deny others some of their steps of growth in the process of finding God? Some of my own “teachers” have included trancendental meditation [it WAS the 60's..
], Ghandi, Buddha, “nature”, a myriad of writers who have been all over the map, from Lewis to Nietzche, to Kierkegaard, (and back to Lewis multiple times). I did read The Celestine Prophecy, although my conclusion was that it was an interesting fantasy. I really believe that God uses any means and everything around to draw in and teach the hearts responsive to Him…that is my personal experience. Rather than being condemning or harsh schoolmasters in approach, I’d love to see followers of God be gentle, supportive guides to others.
What a trip down “memory lane! Harris and Powell’s books are two that I briefly flipped through when they were popular. Eric….Thanks so much for the link to the other books…I’ve already started to make use of it. It’s sometimes frustrating to try to pull text from good, or apropos, works and writers…I’ve been looking into a couple reasonably decent reference discs. …….’nuff said
blessings…Jim
“My dreams are me” That is the essence of my life ethic. Sure there are bits about murdering and justice, but it’s mainly about the crazy visions that jump into my head when I stay up to late at night.
Fishtree! Mes excuses humbles cher ami. Sûrement nous n’avons pas signifié pour exclure n’importe qui, surtout un tel ami comme vous, mon bon homme.
PS: Jim, yes, I am a nurse surrounded by people who speak more Spanish than English often enough that I even find myself speaking broken Spanish to those who are fluent in English!
Breath_of_Dawn: …I am also a nurse…I am conversant in Spanish, which I’ve learned spending my summers (or parts of them, from a week to a month) working in mission projects in Mexico, Nicaragua, and the Dominican Republic; usually “construiendo casas para los pobres” (building homes for the poor), once working in an intensive medical clinic. I had taken only French and Latin when I first started doing this, and kept mixing French into my attempts at Spanish…it wasn’t pretty. Ay, Que lastima!(Quel dommage!) Que puedo hacer? (What can I do?)
Dios te bendiga……Jim
I took 2 years of Latin in HS and I find it helpful in recognizing some Spanish words when I hear them, as well as English words, for that matter. I find that there are Spanish-speaking people who will not attempt English until I attempt Spanish first, then we end up meeting in the middle. Unlike the French (generalized stereotyping
their reluctance to speak English comes more from embarassment that they don’t speak it well.
Do you work with Habitat for Humanity?
hey jim we gotta get togeather sometime for confermation, gimme a call sometime my cell #’s 417-9708
~Nate
nate: Absolutely! By the way, would you mind it if I came to one or more of your soccer games?
Breath_of_Dawn: No, but the group through which I’ve been working the past few years functions similarly to “Habitat”. It’s more openly Christian; that is, they make sure it is “proclaimed” that it is in the name of Christ, and because of His love for people, that those who work to build the homes, do so. (Did you know that Habitat for Humanity is a Christian organization? I hadn’t realized that until sometime in the last year.) The homeowner-to-be, or their proxy, has to put in “sweat equity” by working on a number of other homes, as well as their own. The church and other volunteer groups who come and labor provide the funds for the building materials. Probably the biggest difference from Habitat, as it works in the States is that these people usually will never have the ability to pay for the home or materials..unlike the US, where the owner is left with a home, and an affordable/nominal house payment.
I also had two years of Latin, and the only reason I a) didn’t have a third year, and b) took French, was that they had canceled third-year Latin at the time I went to sign up…C’est la vie!
RYC re: the barn: I’m jealous.