Showing posts with label Light. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Light. Show all posts

Monday, January 25, 2016

Could be the year to pull a Cliff Young.

Ann Voskamp writes today,
Sometimes the best training for the really big things is just the everyday things.

That’s what Cliff said: “Whenever the storms would roll in, I’d have to go run and round up the sheep.” 2,000 head of sheep. 2,000 acres of land.

“Sometimes I’d have to run those sheep for two or three days. I can run this race; it’s only two more days. Five days. I’ve run sheep for three.”

...The accepted way professional runners approached the race was to run 18 hours, sleep 6, for7 days straight. But Cliff Young didn’t know that. He didn’t know the accepted way. He only knew what he did regularly back home, the way he had always done it: You run through the dark.

Turns out when Cliff Young said he gathered sheep around his farm for three days, he meant he’d run across 2,000 acres of farmland for three days straight without stopping or sleeping, without the dark ever stopping him. You gathered sheep by running through the dark.

So along the endless stretches of highway, a tiny shadow of an old man shuffled along, one foot after another, right through the heat, right through the night. Cliff gained ground.

Cliff gained ground because he didn’t lose ground to the dark. Cliff gained ground because he ran through the dark.

And somewhere at the outset of the night, Cliff Young in his overalls, he shuffled passed the toned runners half his age. And by the morning light, teethless Cliff Young who wasn’t young at all, he was a tiny shadow — far, far ahead of the professional athletes.

For five days and fifteen hours, and four minutes straight, Cliff Young ran, never once stopping for the dark – never stopping until the old sheep farmer crossed the finish line – First. He crossed the finish line first.

Beating a world record. By two. whole. days.

The second place runner crossed the finish line 9 hours after old Cliff.

And when they handed old Cliff Young his $10,000 prize , he said he hadn’t known there was a prize. Said he’d run for the wonder of it. Said that all the other runners had worked hard too. So Cliff Young waited at the finish line and handed each of the runners an equal share of the 10K.

And then the old cahoot in boots walked a way without a penny for the race but with all the hearts of whole world.

While others run fast, you can just shuffle with perseverance.
While others impress, you can simply press on.
While others stop for the dark, you can run through the dark.

The race is won by those who keep running through the dark.

Could be the year to pull a Cliff Young.

When those reporters asked Old Cliff that afterward, what had kept him running through the nights, Cliff had said, “I imagined I was outrunning a storm to gather up my sheep.”

And I sit there in the thickening dark.

With the One who mastered the dark and overcame the storm to gather His sheep and now there is a Light Who shines in the darkness and the darkness can never overcome it.

The accepted way professional runners approached the race was to run 18 hours, sleep 6, for7 days straight. But Cliff Young didn’t know that. He didn’t know the accepted way. He only knew what he did regularly back home, the way he had always done it: You run through the dark.

Turns out when Cliff Young said he gathered sheep around his farm for three days, he meant he’d run across 2,000 acres of farmland for three days straight without stopping or sleeping, without the dark ever stopping him. You gathered sheep by running through the dark.

So along the endless stretches of highway, a tiny shadow of an old man shuffled along, one foot after another, right through the heat, right through the night. Cliff gained ground.

Cliff gained ground because he didn’t lose ground to the dark. Cliff gained ground because he ran through the dark.

And somewhere at the outset of the night, Cliff Young in his overalls, he shuffled passed the toned runners half his age. And by the morning light, teethless Cliff Young who wasn’t young at all, he was a tiny shadow — far, far ahead of the professional athletes.

For five days and fifteen hours, and four minutes straight, Cliff Young ran, never once stopping for the dark – never stopping until the old sheep farmer crossed the finish line – First. He crossed the finish line first.

Beating a world record. By two. whole. days.

The second place runner crossed the finish line 9 hours after old Cliff.

And when they handed old Cliff Young his $10,000 prize , he said he hadn’t known there was a prize. Said he’d run for the wonder of it. Said that all the other runners had worked hard too. So Cliff Young waited at the finish line and handed each of the runners an equal share of the 10K.

And then the old cahoot in boots walked a way without a penny for the race but with all the hearts of whole world.

While others run fast, you can just shuffle with perseverance.
While others impress, you can simply press on.
While others stop for the dark, you can run through the dark.

The race is won by those who keep running through the dark.

Could be the year to pull a Cliff Young.

When those reporters asked Old Cliff that afterward, what had kept him running through the nights, Cliff had said, “I imagined I was outrunning a storm to gather up my sheep.”

And I sit there in the thickening dark.

With the One who mastered the dark and overcame the storm to gather His sheep and now there is a Light Who shines in the darkness and the darkness can never overcome it.

And you can see them out the front window, far away to the west, out on there the highway —

the lights all going on through the dark.Read more here.

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Love, Light, and Life

This guest post is by Suzann Darnall.
Red always makes me think of the love of Christmas. Bright and glowing red. Red like a heart. Red like the color of the blood Jesus would eventually shed for all mankind. Red like the lips kissing under the mistletoe.

Red is one of my favorite colors anyway. I love to wear red. I look good in red, too. It is one my high school colors. It is part of America’s patriotic red, white, and blue . . . which were also my Class of 1976 class colors. As well as being one of the class Christmas colors of red, white, and green. It is a color that says “joy”.

White makes me think of the many sources of light at Christmas Christmas. Bright and shining lights around trees, houses, and buildings. Stars shining in the sky at night. The Star of Bethlehem. Sparkles in the eyes of children waiting in line to meet Santa Claus. Tears in the eyes of loved ones meeting after long absences. Candles all aglow in windows, on feasting tables, or scattered about decorated houses.

White is another of my favorite colors. I look good in it and like to wear it. It is also a color for high school, patriotism, 1976 class, and classic Christmas. It also reminds me of the shining purity of the love of Christ. Of charity.

Green has come to mean two things to me for Christmas: Eternal Life and The Grinch! I hate that it has become tinged with sordid things in my mind. But, it has happened nonetheless.

It symbolizes eternal life because that is why God sent His Son, Jesus, to be born and die. That we might eventually be resurrected and live with Him forever. The evergreens that stay alive and lovely through the winter are a great reminder that even in darkness there is life, light, and love. The life, light, and love that is part of the Spirit of Christmas.

But, amidst this aura of life, light and love there are those who would steal, literally, the Spirit of Christmas. Like those who are stealing in this holiday season. Stealing decorations off lawns. Stealing checks and gifts from mailboxes. Stealing purses and wallets in stores. Just like the Grinch crept into Whoville to steal the trees, and feast, and gifts, there are those who commit theft and robbery around communities across our nation.

Nevertheless, despite these thieves of property and holiday joy, many Americans still hold Christmas in their hearts. They look beyond the decorations, the gifts, and the cost to remember the reason for the season: Christ our Lord. They see past the hate and anger to find the love and joy that should fill our hearts, homes, and holidays!

So, let’s fill our Christmas season with love, light, and life. Let’s push all those Grinches off to the side and not allow them to spoil our holidays. Focus on the joy. Find happiness with family, friends, fun, food, and faith! God bless us everyone!!!

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Take this darkness from my heart



Dear Lord,

On this Sunday before Christmas in the year 2014 I find my mind and heart consumed with rage and despair at the evil across the face of the Earth and in my nation. Gazing upon and knowing of the world of men and the vileness of many men's deeds has plunged my soul into darkness. I grow short with those I love. I am spiteful towards those who have offended me. My soul feels blighted and shrunken. It can no longer find true north and I have wandered from the way.

In this darkness, on this longest and darkest night of the year, this dark night of the soul, I know I am not prepared or worthy to welcome the advent of your Son and the return of light and the miracle of Your creation. Dear Lord, in these final days of advent, take this darkness from my heart. Lead me, Lord, out of shadow. Show me, again, my Lord, Your great light. O come, O come, Emmanuel.

Amen.

Prayer by Gerard Vanderleun posted today at American Digest, but it is my prayer, too.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Get thirsty people glasses of water

Ann Voskamp writes about what happens when we create.
Whenever we create, we’re in a space beyond time. Ask God.

Elizabeth defiantly knits through the cold of chemo treatments. She breaks herself into bits, a trail, of creative work, because when she makes, she loses all track of time.

Like she might actually lose time, like in making, she can shake time, make time lose her trail and let her go and she could escape free from age and an expiration date here, and I think this is an act of God.

Elizabeth tells me once that when her hands work on yarn, her heart can unwind into prayer. I make a cerebral sticky note for my tubing grey matter: Peeling potatoes. Squash. Matching socks. Combing her hair, all her long hair. Every time your hands toil, rest your soul into a rhythm of prayer. Your work can lull you into the rest of God.

How many seconds do you get to breathe in a day?

How many do you get before your lungs just stop?

Itch the scab of any cynic and what you’ll find is a wounded idealist.
It can seem easier to reject the world before the world hurts you again. The cynics, they can only speak of the dark, of the obvious, and this is not hard. For all it’s supposed sophistication, it’s cynicism that’s simplistic. In a fallen world, how profound is it to see what’s broken? It’s the brilliant who always keep looking for the light. It’s always the brilliant who keep looking for the light.

You are perishable here.
Taste the moments accordingly.

You get to decide whether you’re going to spend your one life trying to make an impression and look good — or make a difference and do good.

It seems too small to make a big difference —- to make your life into bread and that be enough.

To make a meal, to touch a shoulder, listen longer, bring a handful of wild flowers, to be present in this moment and stretch out your hand and let someone taste the grace of you… these are things that change more than the world — they literally change worlds. Yours and theirs and all of ours.

Jesus ushered in the Kingdom of God with a table and bread and wine and an invitation and maybe we usher it in today by stirring a pot and setting the table and petting the dog and asking someone who feels forgotten to come.

You don’t get long here before you get to be a memory — so make your life about getting thirsty people glasses of water.

It’s simple today: You are perishable here, Taste the moments accordingly — 
and get thirsty people glasses of water.

Because the Good News is about One who loved everyone to death, the good news begins again everywhere we love others in service and not ourselves in selfishness, the good news begins wherever we make ourselves into His Good News.
Please read more here.