Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Monday, December 1, 2014

The Halleluia Angel always shows me who's on cloud duty and then...

The translation of yesterday's morning sky had me at the edge of my seat to get to church. What is God going to say to us that He has set up the skyline so beautifully. It wasn't quite like the multilevel curtains that were raised when Joni came to speak to us. It was a straight line of clouds as far around as we could see, until we got to the city and to the right of us there was a clear and curvy path set out. I saw this as the angel's raising the horizon line for us. We are raising the standard, I do hope you can keep up, the angel tells me when they raise the bar as they often do. I know I can't keep up, I wasn't raised with reflexes to praise. I simply can't make that my first response, no matter how I try. Praise is always what I do, after I say the bad response first. These people were raised with worship and praise in their earliest remembrances. My earliest remembrances are always to nitpick. I catch myself
She said it again to me, did He wake you up this morning and I gave the right response, this time, "Halleluia!" She said, look how long it took you to pass that test after, how many clinics about your spiritual reflexes. Will the children pass the next round?
That worries me a bit. Is the horizon line for them or for us who are developing their reflexes?
Now, dishes and the closet floor, again? When will you be done? "Halleluia?" Wrong answer!

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For the Birds?

For the Birds?
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Sparrow's Spring nest

Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow were caught, by me yesterday, shopping together for a new home. They flitted and flirted, just outside my window. Talking and discussing and lovingly disagreeing, if not arguing the benefits and the pitfalls of living at our house.
Mrs. Sparrow was very impressed with the 2 "ready made" nests hung outside our window. Mr. Sparrow hadn't even thought of them as "ready-made" nests. He used them for the provision of building materials for the private home that he had in mind in a surprise and hidden place. He doesn't like the openness, at all, of our porch. It's much too populated. When Mr. Sparrow gets it into his mind to give his sweet chicky a peck, he wants the freedom to do it without a bunch of younguns peeking over the nest to see what comes next.
Mrs. Sparrow was impressed that the porch was fully protected from hailstones. We all know what happened to a great many of last years' nests in that surprise hailstorm we had. Male birds seem to have a very short memory for storms. They have only one thing in mind in the nest building season... 03/09