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Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Rescue Mission
Enjoying pictures from this past weekend along with Christmas contemplations. . .
Over two thousand years ago, the world hit an identity crisis.
The Roman Empire just kept growing bigger and bigger.
Europe, then Asia, then Africa were being sucked into its dominion.
Not even the blessed people of Israel could escape its grasp.
All of the conquered cultures melted under the power of the new rulers.
Yet Israel held out hope of deliverance.
They thought that surely this time would be right, surely the evil too great to last.
They awaited a Savior, promised hundreds of years ago, who would strike down their foreign foes.
They awaited a rescue mission.
Meanwhile, their God, the God of the whole universe, had a plan.
And nobody saw it coming.
That great invasion came in the form of a baby.
A young woman and a young man were recruited as this baby's parents.
Crazy as it was, they believed in God.
They believed He was sending help—coming personally.
But Israel's idea of rescue and their Lord Jesus' idea of rescue were two very different things.
They wanted a King to restore their nation.
And Jesus? He came to restore their lives.
He didn't even stop there—He came to restore anyone and everyone.
This incarnate God hadn't come to beat down Rome.
There was a bigger battle at play–one that had been present since the garden.
A heavenly servant had rejected God, inevitably falling to the lowest of places.
He had forgotten his mission was to glorify God, and he had turned instead to glorifying himself.
The only thing he could pursue now was bringing others to his debased state, so he insinuated self-glorification into the very beautiful world God had created.
And the world listened.
So here were cities and countries and continents full of people whose mission had gone amiss. No one could escape this new evil—sin blew around like dust, covering even those who stood upright.
But God so loved His world that He came, a little baby Jesus, to remind His people who they were.
He offered to clean them of the sin and redirect their mission.
He wanted to bring them back to Himself, back to being His children on a journey to a good eternity.
Some people would call Him crazy.
Some would say He was flat-out lying.
Others would believe parts of His story, but tell Him to keep quiet. They thought He was on a secret mission; that He was supposed to reach only selected people and stay safe in the meantime.
But this was no secret. He had come to reach every human being in the whole world.
As far as safety goes, that wasn't in the plan either.
The story of the baby and how He grew up continues.
This is really just part one of the mission. Rescuing takes time.
We'll reflect more on that rescuing when Easter arrives.
But for now, we can marvel at the arrival. The brilliant entry of God into the world of man.
~Megan
Over two thousand years ago, the world hit an identity crisis.
The Roman Empire just kept growing bigger and bigger.
Europe, then Asia, then Africa were being sucked into its dominion.
Not even the blessed people of Israel could escape its grasp.
All of the conquered cultures melted under the power of the new rulers.
Yet Israel held out hope of deliverance.
They thought that surely this time would be right, surely the evil too great to last.
They awaited a Savior, promised hundreds of years ago, who would strike down their foreign foes.
They awaited a rescue mission.
Meanwhile, their God, the God of the whole universe, had a plan.
And nobody saw it coming.
That great invasion came in the form of a baby.
A young woman and a young man were recruited as this baby's parents.
Crazy as it was, they believed in God.
They believed He was sending help—coming personally.
But Israel's idea of rescue and their Lord Jesus' idea of rescue were two very different things.
They wanted a King to restore their nation.
And Jesus? He came to restore their lives.
He didn't even stop there—He came to restore anyone and everyone.
This incarnate God hadn't come to beat down Rome.
There was a bigger battle at play–one that had been present since the garden.
A heavenly servant had rejected God, inevitably falling to the lowest of places.
He had forgotten his mission was to glorify God, and he had turned instead to glorifying himself.
The only thing he could pursue now was bringing others to his debased state, so he insinuated self-glorification into the very beautiful world God had created.
And the world listened.
So here were cities and countries and continents full of people whose mission had gone amiss. No one could escape this new evil—sin blew around like dust, covering even those who stood upright.
But God so loved His world that He came, a little baby Jesus, to remind His people who they were.
He offered to clean them of the sin and redirect their mission.
He wanted to bring them back to Himself, back to being His children on a journey to a good eternity.
Some people would call Him crazy.
Some would say He was flat-out lying.
Others would believe parts of His story, but tell Him to keep quiet. They thought He was on a secret mission; that He was supposed to reach only selected people and stay safe in the meantime.
But this was no secret. He had come to reach every human being in the whole world.
As far as safety goes, that wasn't in the plan either.
The story of the baby and how He grew up continues.
This is really just part one of the mission. Rescuing takes time.
We'll reflect more on that rescuing when Easter arrives.
But for now, we can marvel at the arrival. The brilliant entry of God into the world of man.
~Megan
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Speed of Love
The metro train in D.C. from our experience with it in May
There is an invisible time bomb dropped Thanksgiving night
When the celebration of plenty
Gives way to a race for more
And sweet contentment
Finds a back door
Because Christmas is coming
And you mustn't be late
The calendar even comes with a 'save the date'
So we hurry to prepare
Special times and things for those we hold dear
While living in a cave of to do's and fear
We say it's out of love
That we go that speed
But, I've been wondering if that's true,
That idea I first heard in the Owl City song, Speed of Love ,
Do we really fit our speed into that glove?
Because our speed changes
While love stays the same
And makes me wonder
If passion, on the other hand, is the speed in our range
Since it is what usually fuels activity
While using love as it's guise
As passion on it's own is not of noble size
So it masquerades
Chasing possessions and wealth
Position and health
Then inevitable curves it's path
Because passion doesn't last
It has no future, though a long past
That's why it wears the vast name of love
Because love is the real power
Yet one that is only from above
It's the thing in hearts, that saved hearts
The thing we really need
For anything to succeed
It has been so very exalted
Yet isn't really understood
Despite the fact that it never wears a false hood
Passion remains the lollipop
Scoffing at the peach
Promises sweetness
Though leaving nourishment beyond reach
It remains a train without direction
Traveling with distance but no displacement
Moving, always moving
Because it's not a good replacement
So in the midst of an enthusiastic dash
To get and garnish
gather and give
I'm pondering over passion's great weakness
That it is unable to grow
That is has not meekness
And I'm thinking about what actually can move upwards
Real love
The kind that creates a world and a cross
I'm trying to look beyond the blur
Of lights and intrigue
Of people running after the least-broken love they can find
To try and see the thing that can bind
Because there is only one sun
There is only one Son
And if your chase is after that finish line
After celebrating that little baby manger
After a life of growth
Then you will get a gentle shove
Into going the beautiful speed of love
Blessed speed to you~ Megan
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Marvelous Mundane
After a day inside, spending time with books and questions and quizzes and tests, these pictures I snapped a weekend ago remind me that marvelous light illuminates even mundane wonderings and wanderings and that growth will inevitably follow. That puts everything in a different light indeed. Blessed growing to you~ Megan
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Firsts and Football
On Monday my sisters and I witnessed our first football game, watching our cousin out on the field.
As we drove away, blue sky even appeared.
And I came home officially able to check off "see a football game in person" from my bucket list, exchanging the intention for a memory~ Megan
Wind and a bit of rain came to join us, but, by the end of the game, the sun had surfaced smiling. 
As we drove away, blue sky even appeared.
Then that blue melted into pale purple and orange at dusk. 
And I came home officially able to check off "see a football game in person" from my bucket list, exchanging the intention for a memory~ Megan
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Exploding Color
A short walk away from our home, our local community center puts on a fireworks show. . .
It is done in the fields behind a church, illuminating a reason for this holiday. . . .
Color shoots into the air, exploding in mysterious forms, delighting all present. . . .
And we celebrate our country's freedom with a real BANG!
Happy 4th of July! ~Megan
Monday, June 25, 2012
Carpet of Light
As I continue this hunt for beauty, I find it woven into the very ground. Listing gratitude seems to be simply walking a bit slower. . .
845. fresh basil
846. dear friends' birthdays
847. pool party fun
848. top desk drawer cleaned of random papers
849. a HUGE potato from my PopPop
850. lots of sleep
851. lightweight, lacy weaving experiment
852. summer officially beginning
853. a sweet lady at yoga
854. the support of friends
855. joyful-crazy-happy dancing at the end of the Real Rabbits dance
856. learning about matcha at a tea class (it is finely ground green tea leaves with amazing health benefits)
857. new sunglasses
858. delicious fudge made from a friend's recipe
859. grilled hamburgers and hotdogs
860. Youngest Sister getting headpiece for her Christmas Presents dance
861. birthday celebration encompassing six birthdays in the family
862. red and green weaving thanks to Middle Sister's suggestion (yep, more Christmas. . . and I wondered why I was humming holiday tunes. . . :)
863. hot day spent chilling inside
864. plotting a trip northwest
865. comparing music with my cousin
866. flies glowing in the sunlight
Wishing you light~ Megan
845. fresh basil
846. dear friends' birthdays
847. pool party fun
848. top desk drawer cleaned of random papers
849. a HUGE potato from my PopPop
850. lots of sleep
851. lightweight, lacy weaving experiment
852. summer officially beginning
853. a sweet lady at yoga
854. the support of friends
855. joyful-crazy-happy dancing at the end of the Real Rabbits dance
856. learning about matcha at a tea class (it is finely ground green tea leaves with amazing health benefits)
857. new sunglasses
858. delicious fudge made from a friend's recipe
859. grilled hamburgers and hotdogs
860. Youngest Sister getting headpiece for her Christmas Presents dance
861. birthday celebration encompassing six birthdays in the family
862. red and green weaving thanks to Middle Sister's suggestion (yep, more Christmas. . . and I wondered why I was humming holiday tunes. . . :)
863. hot day spent chilling inside
864. plotting a trip northwest
865. comparing music with my cousin
866. flies glowing in the sunlight
Wishing you light~ Megan
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Rising Light
A morning walk can do more than improve stamina.
It's wildflower time of year.
Fog rises off the water.
Life ripples underneath the surface.
The sun is rising.
Oh, the sun is rising!
And all this may just be enough to get this night owl out of bed and excited for what the day holds. ~Megan
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Starry-Eyed
We were in L.A. on Good Friday. . .
Stars abounded. . .
Fame strode everywhere. . .
The city boasted. . .
Though we crossed through one humble and genuine alley. . .
Lights flashed around every turn. . .
This was the day darkness, fake light and fame, tried to smother Him. It couldn't see that the Son will always rise. Blessings~ Megan
Stars abounded. . .
Fame strode everywhere. . .
From the city streets to the Getty Museum. . .
The city boasted. . .
Lights flashed around every turn. . .
But the real light, the real star shining?
This was the day darkness, fake light and fame, tried to smother Him. It couldn't see that the Son will always rise. Blessings~ Megan
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