Monday, March 21, 2011

Multitude Monday #636-661




walking through wet woods
fresh morning air

fasting the speech that brings death
the gift of words that bring life

toothbrushes
moisturizer

jasmine green tea

a friend that now knows she is beautiful, and
how she can see how you and me and them and they are too
just like we are

friends in Japan that are safe
Christ's hands reaching out to those in need

a journal for my 'thankYous' that came just in time
how it was sent in love

that our questions don't threaten Him
He is not weakened by our doubts

how He transforms
makes something out of nothing

the boy at his piano
how his work pays off

days of love and work
nights of rest

honey-colored cotton percale sheets
bedtime tea
lamplight and stories

family prayer




holy experience

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Even a fool is thought wise if he.....

keeps silent...




Silence.

It's a rare thing these days.  Gone are the days of sitting on the front porch, sipping iced-tea and listening to... nothing.  Maybe there was radio, the Bible, some books and a sermon on Sunday.  The newspaper let you know what was going on in the world and what other people thought about it.  The dinner table let you know what was going on around you, and what the people around you thought about it.

And that's what mattered.

I'm not going to go into a nostalgic treatise of  how good the good 'ol days were.  We have opportunities now, that we didn't have then, to connect with and touch people's lives for the better.  We have new tools for spreading the Good News in word and deed.

But at what cost?

How much noise is too much noise?

John Dyer at Christianity Today writes on this issue much more intelligently than I ever could.

Here is an excerpt:


"What few of us realize is that when we press those "Publish," "Post," "Comment," and "Send" buttons, we are making the shift away from merely "believing" truth and stepping into the arena of publishing that belief. In doing so we are effectively assuming a position of leadership and teaching that prior to 2004 was not available to us.
James warned us, "Not many of you should presume to be teachers, my brothers, because you know that we who teach will be judged more strictly" (James 3:1, NIV1984). James goes on to graphically portray the incredible power that our tongues have both to praise and to curse especially in the context of teaching. He then says, "Who is wise and understanding among you? Let him show it by his good life." (James 3:13). Solomon echoes similar wisdom, "Even a fool is thought wise if he keeps silent" (Prov. 17:28).
Yet Facebook and Twitter do not encourage this kind of self-restraint. In fact, they encourage an opposing value system. Social media relentlessly asks us to publish our personal opinions on anything and everything that happens. There is no time for reflection in prayer, no place for discussion with other flesh and blood image bearers, and no incentive to remain silent.
You must declare your position, and you must declare it now.
We convince ourselves that by answering the questions social media asks us we are standing for truth alongside the great leaders of the church, but slowly and subtly as we respond to the prompts of our phones rather than our Bibles we begin to worship the false gods of immediacy, distraction, and celebrity in the Temple of Lord Zuckerberg. If you don't think the value system of technology affects you, ask yourself, If it was 2003 and some author wrote some book questioning some doctrine would I have felt compelled to publish my thoughts?
The result is that a million heresy charges isn't cool any more. You know what's cool? A billion heresy charges."


For those of you that know me (and my heart), you know that, personally, I have been struggling with the place of social media in my life and the life of my family.  Personally, I have been guilty of using it as a soapbox, and one that I am not qualified to stand on.  This is something I have known long before reading John Dyers compelling article. 
This blog was originally intended to help us stay connected to the people we love and left on the East Coast.
It has carried our story, my gratitude list and some creative writing... all worthy of the accounting.
At times it has carried dross and chaff as well.
Going forward, As Far as the East is From the West will continue to be a vehicle of sharing my gratitude to the One Most High and maybe some stories from the story He has written for us, the Liechty Family.
I will save my other musings, questions and deeper ponderings for those that can challenge and sharpen me face-to-face... heart-to-heart.
The Truth is too important for me to try to sell it in the bits and pieces that I think I've got figured out.

Peace.
Kara



Monday, March 7, 2011

Multitude Monday the gifts #619-635

It doesn't happen that all of life is great... all at once.  There is always some cloud darkening the sky some where.
In Eucharisteo, we feel the sun's warmth.  Our paths find light.  We recognize it's effect even in the reality of complete cloud coverage.  In the Pacific Northwest, there are many overcast days... often forming quite a long strand indeed.  Yet, there is light.
Even though it be obscured, the sun still shines.
Yes it does.

Yes, He does.

Counting my blessings:

His blood was shed
I was justified

He was crucified
I died with Him

He was resurrected
I now live

A miracle I don't understand
A gift I gladly take

Grace I don't deserve

The hunger nothing in this world can satisfy, but
He does
He feeds me from His hand, and
I am full

The crucifix my mother gave me,
how it reminds me of what He's done

my mind serves me to remember

Oh, the story I have to tell....



14 For by one sacrifice He has made perfect forever those who are being made holy.
 15 The Holy Spirit also testifies to us about this. First He says:
 16 “This is the covenant I will make with them
   after that time, says the Lord.
I will put my laws in their hearts,
   and I will write them on their minds.”[b]
 17 Then He adds:
   “Their sins and lawless acts
   I will remember no more.”[c]
 18 And where these have been forgiven, sacrifice for sin is no longer necessary.

The Book of Hebrews, Chapter 10 



holy experience

Monday, February 28, 2011

Breathe in..... Breathe out.... the gifts #596-618

Because it bears repeating, and because who can say it better than her?:

         " Counting the gifts, one thousand gifts, isn’t an Oprah kind of gratitude. It isn’t a new age kind of feel-good exercise. It isn’t trendy. It isn’t pop culture. And it definitely isn’t comfortable.
Counting one thousand gifts is to live the radical thanks of Christ. It’s about an exercise in the age to come coming now and finding comfort in the Comforter. It’s the culture of believers really believing, the culture of God and the Blood of the Lamb.  "       Ann Voskamp

a dream not yet lived
it's simplicity, and
living a life
beyond my wildest dreams

Softly and Tenderly in the wrong key
how it didn't matter
He can call in any key...

I can read His Word
sometimes I can understand it

how scrambled eggs and scraped salsa jar can be hospitality

That God chooses the foolish, weak, and base
so, I'm chosen

The basket on the table that holds our most vital Nourishment
how we feast here

daddy and kid built bed forts

the pup has more energy than we bargained for, and
it's good for us

how love believes the best, and yes....
love covers a multitude of wrong.....
mine,
his,
theirs,
yours.





holy experience

Monday, February 21, 2011

Counting the gifts some more.... #567-595

snow falling softly through the trees
how everything quiets and stills at its falling

one cup of coffee from my french press
one spoonful of sugar
half and half

a new friend for our littlest one
a trip to the museum for her today

reading wise, wise words of people so much smarter than me

this blog, and
the limits of this blog

Him wooing me to the conscious choice to read more paper and less screen
words hard fought for and not easily published
how it's the road less traveled
and that's OK

How He softens my rough edges, and
some of me is filed away in the process
and there really is gain in pain

His blood

The Book of Romans
Watchman Knee's study help:  The Normal Christian Life

A man I know as 'Grandpa' Louis gets to be with our Jesus now
that I am better for having known him
that his going home reminds me of all I have to look forward to, and
the reminder is good

a puppy stretched out in sunshine
his simple pleasures and true devotion
that, yes, it is possible to learn from a dog

a morning for just my boy and me

how love really does believe the best

holy experience

Monday, February 14, 2011

Multitude Monday the gifts of 537-566

 
"I will bless them and the places surrounding My hill.  I will send showers in season; 
there will be showers of blessing."
Ezekiel 34:26




This from Chris Tiegreen:

"Deep down inside, we're just sure that God would have us jump through certain hoops to obtain His blessings or overcome every hint of fallenness before we're worthy.  But those impressions are not from God; in fact, they're kind of arrogant.  They assume that the key variable in obtaining God's favor is us.  It isn't.  The key variable in receiving the goodness of God is the goodness of God."

And this, from Elizabeth Barret Browning:

"God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame"

Amen sister.

Here are a few of His gifts to me.....


time

grandparents that like being grandparents
the love my children have for them
to see "young at heart" personified in a really cool way

having my T take care of me and my kiddos for  a week
how I got a working (her working) knowledge of hospitality under her roof
how she's my hero and I wanna be like her, and 
how He says, "yes, that's a good mark"

 our girls in dress-up


how the big one carried the little one

the picture of servanthood I see in that


FUN

the boys with their legos


how they don't get bored



the girls and that bunny....



peaceable and fun nerf-gun fighting


a very special date-night...

how I love him, and
I don't get tired of him, and
almost 15 years in
he says things like, "because I'm in love with you"


the fun I had screaming for boy love and girl love at their b-ball games

the closeness I got to have with them for just a little while
touching arms
hugging
kissing
the feel of their hair in my fingers



the flight crew that delights in children



the house that sits on this hill, and 
His shower of blessings






















holy experience

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Monday's coming...




I never thought I'd be one to wait for Monday.  Expectantly wait.

I've always been a weekend kind of girl.

Since meeting the Gratitude Community, Monday has taken on a whole new meaning.  One that is evolving for me still.

I'm reading One Thousand Gifts.  Her words transport me to a very quiet and still place.  And in her small and humble voice, I hear Him speak loudly.

Eucharisteo.  

I've only scratched the surface here.  I cannot yet speak of it intelligently.  I don't know if I'll ever be able to explain it.

My greatest hope is to practice it.