The Joy of Merlin!

Is it mythology to believe that God has magical plans for your relationship with a child?  Is it mythological to aim your future?

I see so many beautiful things, when I look into the well preserved culture of the English.  I always start with Merlin.

I think Merlin believed in the God who created this world and the science that holds it together.  I think God gave Merlin a birds-eye view of his purpose in rearing a child who would become king in a superstitiously blind moment of history or hysterity as I like to call it.

A tiny hummingbird came to visit me, yesterday.  This wasn't the first visit I had from this tiny friend.  Yesterday he was warning me that I hadnt brought my umbrella and that the sky was about to open up.  She knew that I rarely anticipate these changes in the weather and I havent told my little friends about my newfound technological connection to the weather.  The birds help me know that my fledglings are okay.  this young agent brought important intelligence about my Ethan, who has precious little experience with the forces of nature.   The hummingbirds think that I am one of them.  I am sensitive and ever concerned about my younguns, like them.  They can relate to me and often have a message.  It started some years ago.  They have an initiation and they accept and reject their friends much based on emotional status.  They are not concerned about everyone and are very focused, when they become friends with you.

Merlin,  (I return to my subject) had many such relationships with the wildlife that he was blessed to become acquainted with.  He had a religious faith and a scientific experience and it gave him a perspective that God in his providence meant to use for the development of a culture that would affect the world.  The stereotypes of them follow a long way.   I am by no means a Euro-centric worshipper, nor a blind capitalistic believer in all of the folklore of Eurocentricity.   I see God's purposes in His preservations of certain cultures and compare the results to what scripture says and that is why it has long been my study of the Euro folklore that I have been exposed to.

It seems that Lewis Carroll saw the blessings and the forfeiture of the blessing in "Alice".  He seemed to say, "you will stay right in one spot at the tea-party until this hideous blot on your reputation is cleansed.  Child labor laws and pirating and slavery, keep us all one minute to midnight in our cultural experience.

Why, oh why can't we untangle the dilemmas that plague us?  Why go we from one worldwide self inflicted wound to another.   Until we stop expecting the change to come from the state or the regal or the goodness of ourselves we remain in the complete darkness with the foolish virgins.  The impending doom of our own demise right over the horizon of darkness that we are engulfed in.  Let's wake up from this dark dream that we have placed upon ourselves.  What does that mean?

The weaving that Merlin began in his craze or in his genius does not belong to the wise or to the wealthy, it belongs to the church!  "what you bind, what you loose on earth..."  We know it belongs to the church, but we would rather hoard our own resources and claim a family dominion.  So we sit in the dark of our own midnight and refuse to walk into the light of our faith.  We self medicate at the tea-party with the other foolish virgins looking into the darkness, with the light right behind us, within our grasp, if we decide to renounce our own understandings.  God give us grace to learn from the Merlin Alice, Wonderland that we have created.

My point with Merlin, specifically, is that He walked a young fellow from the foolishness of the darkness of his age into an enlightenment that remains with us today.   We all have that privilege who embrace faith and the power of God's Church.  We can walk our children into the light of the faith that we possess.  Not just faith, "Great Expectations" from God that comes with repentance and faith.  

The Silent Set into Sixty!

 Greater than the swish of the net in basketball is the sound of a silent set in volleyball to me.   Some contact with the ball is supposed to make noise. Not the silent set!  Silence,  when the hands carefully caress the ball to prepare for the perfect spike.  It is the perfect setup for the sound of the ball hitting the ground after the spike has been completed.  It is one of my favorite silences, if carefully and successfully completed, breathtaking.

So What? About Wormwood...

 Amos 5:7

Ye who turn judgment to wormwood, and leave off righteousness in the earth,

Revelation 8:11 

And the name of the star is called Wormwood: and the third part of the waters became wormwood; and many men died of the waters, because they were made bitter.

Let X= CS Lewis’ Wormwood = the educations system

Let X+1=Roald Dahl’s Wormwood= the educated in the 1/3 education system Matilde?

Let conclusion be erasing the poisonous wormwood of reciprocating people for the sins of the fathers, perhaps encapsulated in “Cancel Culture”

Prayer and Activism to infuse God back into our knowledge!  this is Not Rocket science?

Reverse Osmosis cleansing of the waters of learning?

The Lord delivered Daniel from an education system that was frought with superstition and taught him to “believe the science” but he didn’t lose his faith in God to learn to believe the science.  God enabled him to preserve the scriptures and the spiritual foundations and advance the culture that God had placed him in and preserve to some extent the lives of the people of God as well.

Where did the Birdies go?

 I saw no birds at the park or outside my home.  I thought I saw a swift hummingbird at Church.  But I am in such grief that they are not around here over this weekend.  Where did they go?

Usually, Mr. and Mrs.  Bluejay come to the courts to emphasize to me the importance of putting my entire effort into my tennis in the eyes of my children that they would learn to develop their wingspans.  

Woefully limp wing muscles on your youngest fledgling, they point out.  You have to show them how to develop this muscle, or they never will fly.  I know.  I confess to Mr. Bluejay, but he wasn't there to tell me that.  

Instead, It was the butterflies that came to coach me.  They said it is the cooling down time.  Why so hard?  Why do you hit it so hard?  Try to find a light touch serve.  They implored.  I must confess that I absolutely have never tried to hit a soft serve in my life.  I may have hit it soft by accident.  But the butterflies said try to find out how softly you can hit the ball and still get the ball across the net.  I tried and it was like being in slow motion.  I did 10 and then when I went back to my hard ball I had such a greater accuracy.  I was appreciative of their inserting their 2 cents.

Butterfly serves would be my practice in regularity and then work up to the hard balls.   I love to slam the ball and I go to the courts to get out some of my anger on the ball.  But there was some merit in finding the lighter alternative.

There were also some lessons about directing my limpwinged and highly tech minded young one.  It is not the same game with him.  He is used to light touches and a heavy hand could crush his spirit.  Lighten up and keep your racquet on the ball for a longer period of time.  Go back to the time of 18 and unders and become a "pusher" again.  That is really hard!

Devotional providential lesson?

2 Kings 1:13 

And he sent again a captain of the third fifty with his fifty. And the third captain of fifty went up, and came and fell on his knees before Elijah, and besought him, and said unto him, O man of God, I pray thee, let my life, and the life of these fifty thy servants, be precious in thy sight.

Jesus met with Elijah in the mountain.  Could it be that Jesus was discussing with him the parts of his soul that were engaged when he called fire down from heaven on those troops?  Was fear a motivating factor?  Were there things that Elijah still could have learned from John the Baptist’s response in impending doom?  Jesus was truly the greatest example of not calling down fire from heaven, with all authority under heaven.  He went the final mile of the journey with no animosity against the entire earth because He could see that He was saving souls and not destroying.

Mercury and I broke my fridge thermometer

How many generations took their temperatures using a mercury thermometer?

Are we all mad hatters?

The way we learn is different.  the way we retain is different.  We are all as an earlier generation one moment close to losing it.  Some had fevers more and some had less fevers.  More or less mercury under the tongue and or in the rectum?  Why are we so unstable?  We know why

Goals for using this generation and socializing thsi generation of madness properly.  Perhaps God will allow us to inherit the earth in our resurrected bodies, because of the horrific reality of the racism and polution from the industrial revolution that we inherited.  

I think we did pretty good at cleaning some of the mess up that we inherited and we are mad hatters.  Perhaps we will be allowed to live into eternity with only part of our brains in tact.  i believe we will have all of our faculties restored when we find the tree of life.

I believe that our partiality allows us to see the puzzle that we are trying to put together.  If we weren’t mad we couldn’t see it.

Once God has used our crazed perceptions to find the impossible and then he will put our mercury poised brains back in our heads.  We are reaping generations of wrong thinking and we are also heaping data upon data, some useful information and some useless.  Our less mercurial children often help us sift out the unnecessary in their detail oriented perspectives.  

But I do believe that God has for us the answer for the puzzle right before our eyes and when we repent and turn he will hand it to us as a free gift.  Sometimes I see it as clear as if it is in front of me and then it vanishes in my darkened tunnel of unbelief!

Not fiction at all!

The Story of My Baby Brothers 

Usually falls on glazed over eyes as the children look at me like why were you so happy to have another mouth in your house.  Another person to fight with and for, could not be related to by most of the children in DAYCARE.  Everything is all about them, my turn, my turn, my turn is what they are learning.

This crew was all ears to my story.  A very first!  When I got to the part where Aunt Karla came out and told us it was a boy, they were a little quizzical, but could relate.

But...when I told the story about mommy sending us into the room to quiet baby, we all started a chant, which was so cathartic, I can't even tell you how much.  They started Howling and I with them.  It was a low and gravelly cry that I heard everyday of my childhood, but I never hear it in daycare.

It was the gravelly cry of the baby of the family being comforted by the other children as we all cried together, my heart was lifted, like never before.  I knew them and they knew me.  We were one together in the cry of interdependent children.  We were one in the primal scream of children who love each other and have learned to enter into eachother's dire need for maternal attention.  The Where is Mommy cry and we can't comfort you, but we can cry with you cry!

We comforted each other, that others can talk about you and would have killed you, if they had their way, through abortion and other means of killing your dreams and wonderment.  And they continue to kill you, daily but you have eachother's cries to comfort you and to lean on, when no one ever understands and can see, your crib and the hand that pats your back!   UGGGGGGGHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHH!