Monthly Archives: April 2014

Make Me a Window

This week a random rhyme came into my head, and it actually had meter and stuff, so what could I do but write it down? This is becoming my prayer, so I wanted to share it with ya’ll. 🙂

 

Lord, make me a window
Letting light to prison cells
Let me be a channel
Bringing hope where darkness dwells

Oh, make me a window
Whatever else You do
Make all I am transparent
So that all You are shines through

 

See, I think that life’s not about being anybody particularly special or famous. It’s about being nobody special so that God shows through. Life isn’t about how amazing the world thinks we are. It’s about giving up all we are so that the world can see how awesome God is. I want to be transparent so that God can shine through. 🙂

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Persistently Annoying

We have a cat (his name is Ivan in case you needed to know, which you didn’t), who routinely hates me. No, seriously! The only times he’s decent to me are when he’s sleepy and (sometimes) when he’s hungry and wants me to feed him. All other times he is far more inclined to make all sorts of awful angry sounds at me. However, this same spoiled, nasty-tempered creature puts me to shame in one area. Perseverance. He’s as persistent as a hungry mosquito at midnight. If I refuse to feed him, he comes and sits on my books and stands on my lap so I can’t see around him. Any time I make the slightest hint of getting up and feeding him he’s off to the food dish with a squawk to remind me where I’m supposed to go. If I don’t obey his wishes, it’s back on my desk or in my face. Yep, he’s got the annoying persistence thing down pat.

The cat reminds me of the story story of the widow in Luke 18 (verses 1 through 8).

And he told them a parable to the effect that they ought always to pray and not lose heart. He said, “In a certain city there was a judge who neither feared God nor respected man. And there was a widow in that city who kept coming to him and saying, ‘Give me justice against my adversary.’ For a while he refused, but afterward he said to himself, ‘Though I neither fear God nor respect man, yet because this widow keeps bothering me, I will give her justice, so that she will not beat me down by her continual coming.’” And the Lord said, “Hear what the unrighteous judge says. And will not God give justice to his elect, who cry to him day and night? Will he delay long over them? I tell you, he will give justice to them speedily. Nevertheless, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on earth?”

After having been annoyed to death by a hungry cat, I can well believe this persistence thing works. But whether I’ve practiced it is an entirely different matter. How many times do I promise to pray for someone and then forget after one or two times? Several times Jesus stresses the importance of persistence in prayer. It’s not just a maybe – sometimes if we want answered we need to keep asking, keep hammering on the door until it is opened. There’s no reason to feel shy about annoying the daylights out of God by persistent prayer, because He kind of did tell us to.

And the cat puts me to shame with how well he does that! Honestly, if I prayed as persistently as that cat asks for his ‘daily bread’ (aka cat food), I’d be pretty well off in the prayer department. I guess that’s something I need to practice. There’s no reason for me to shyly petition God through the peephole in the gate. It’s time to learn to hammer incessantly on the doors and windows.

 

(As a side note, little brothers that want played with are also good examples of persistence. 😉 )

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Because I Was Lazy Again…Or, Seven Reasons I Love Narnia

So, I have this *coughreallystrongcough* fondness for the Chronicles of Narnia. I’ve been reading the books out loud to my little brother (While he rolls and kicks all over my bunk bed, beanbag, and everywhere else imaginable. Give him a break. He’s gotta get rid of the energy somehow!) So! Since I didn’t feel like writing an organized post that made actual sense (if any of them do… 😉 ), I decided to post seven quotes from the Chronicles of Narnia that I love. Enjoy!

#1 “Well, I do think someone might have arranged about our meals,” said Digory.
“I’m sure Aslan would have, if you’d asked him,” said Fledge.
“Wouldn’t he know without being asked?” said Polly.
“I’ve no doubt he would,” said the Horse (still speaking with his mouth full). “But I’ve a sort of idea he likes to be asked.”

~ The Magician’s Nephew

#2 “Safe?” said Mr Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”

~ The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

#3 “My good Horse,” said the Hermit, who had approached them unnoticed because his bare feet made so little noise on that sweet, dewy grass. “My good Horse, you’ve lost nothing but your self-conceit. No, no, cousin. Don’t put back your ears and shake your mane at me. If you are really so humbled as you sounded a minute ago, you must learn to listen to sense. You’re not quite the great Horse you had come to think, from living among poor dumb horses. Of course you were braver and cleverer than them. You could hardly help being that. It doesn’t follow that you’ll be anyone very special in Narnia. But as long as you know you’re nobody special, you’ll be a very decent sort of Horse, on the whole, and taking one thing with another. And now, if you and my other four-footed cousin will come round to the kitchen door we’ll see about the other half of that mash.”

~ The Horse and His Boy

#4 “I’m sorry,” said Lucy, who understood some of his moods. “I didn’t mean to start slanging the others. But it wasn’t my fault anyway, was it?”
The Lion looked straight into her eyes.
“Oh, Aslan,” said Lucy. “You don’t mean it was? How could I – I couldn’t have left the others and come up to you alone, could I? Don’t look at me like that… oh well, I suppose I could. Yes, and it wouldn’t have been alone, I know, not if I was with you. But what would have been the good?”
Aslan said nothing.
“You mean,” said Lucy rather faintly, “that it would have turned out all right – somehow? But how? Please, Aslan! Am I not to know?”
“To know what would have happened, child?” said Aslan. “No. Nobody is ever told that.”
“Oh dear,” said Lucy.
“But anyone can find out what will happen,” said Aslan. “If you go back to the others now, and wake them up; and tell them you have seen me again; and that you must all get up at once and follow me – what will happen? There is only one way of finding out.”

~ Prince Caspian

#5 “There is a way into my country from all the worlds,” said the Lamb; but as he spoke, his snowy white flushed into tawny gold and his size changed and he was Aslan himself, towering above the and scattering light from his mane.
“Oh, Aslan,” said Lucy. “Will you tell us how to get into your country from our world?”
“I shall be telling you all the time,” said Aslan. “But I will not tell you how long or short the way will be; only that it lies across a river. But do not fear that, for I am the great Bridge Builder. And now come; I will open the door in the sky and send you to your own land.”
“Please, Aslan,” said Lucy. “Before we go, will you tell us when we can come back to Narnia again? Please. And oh, do, do, do make it soon.”
“Dearest,” said Aslan very gently, “you and your brother will never come back to Narnia.”
“Oh, Aslan!!” said Edmund and Lucy both in desparing voices.
“You are too old, children,” said Aslan, “and ou must begin to come close to your own world now.”
“It isn’t narnia, you know,” sobbed Lucy. “It’s you. We shan’t meet you there. And how can we live, never meeting you?”
“But you shall meet me, dear one,” said Aslan.
“Are – are you there too, Sir?” said Edmund.
“I am,” said Aslan. “But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.”

~ The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

#6 “That’s the question,” said Puddleglum, rubbing his big, frog-like hands together. “How can we now? No doubt, we’d have been shown how – found a little door, or a cave, or a tunnel, met someone to help us. Might have been (you never know) Aslan himself. We’d have got down under those paving-stones somehow or another. Aslan’s instructions always work; there are no exceptions. But how to do it now – that’s another matter.”

~ The Silver Chair

#7 “It seems, then,” said the Unicorn, “that there is a real Tash, after all.”
“Yes,” said the Dwarf. “And this fool of an Ape, who didn’t believe in Tash, will get more than he bargained for! He called for Tash; Tash has come.”
“Where has it – he – the Thing – gone to?” said Jill.
“North into the heart of Narnia,” said Tirian. “It has come to dwell among us. They have called it and it has come.”
“Ho, ho, ho!” chuckled the Dwarf, rubbing his hairy hands together. “It will be a surprise for the Ape. People shouldn’t call for demons unless they really mean what they say.”

~ The Last Battle

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The Outsider

So it’s 9:48 PM as I write this. I was heading to bed when I remembered I hadn’t posted yet this weekend and probably wouldn’t have time tomorrow. (It was a lovely weekend. I actually finished my school early so I didn’t have assignments waiting for me to finish on Saturday! You would think I would have used that extra time to write a blog post, but I felt lazy and didn’t have a clear idea of precisely what I wanted to lecture on, so I eventually decided to share this thingamabob that isn’t really a poem but I call it one anyway. But I’m getting ahead of myself and making a very long parenthetical statement, so. Here’s a little peek inside my self-proclaimed hermit-like brain. Good night, all.)

 

The Outsider

 

Do you ever feel like you’re on the outside?
That you’re standing outside a cold stone wall
That no one will admit is even there.
Inside you can hear laughter
And the people seem so happy.
Well, do you ever feel
Like the one locked outside that gate?
Where your only companion is the wind
Howling at your loneliness;
And the darkness laughs at you:
“Why aren’t you inside?”
And the only answer you know
Is that you don’t belong with them.
Do you ever wonder
If anyone else really cares about anything?
Do they understand the deeper things,
Or are they really as shallow
As the puddles in the road;
Muddy and useless for anything good?
Do you ever think
Your only friend is yourself;
That the only one that understands
Is you?
Well, I do.

 

 

 

For those who feel like the Outsider, you’re not as alone as you feel, and I hope that you will not always feel alone. 🙂

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