Glimpses of ordinary

 

Ten On Ten

April 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 
            
                It's not down on any map; true places never are.  Herman Melville

Needing something

Days when we're so tired.
Unable to focus.
Having to carry on and do.
More.

I am reminded.
Life is full and exhausting.
Even.
In the good.
As well as the difficult.

And needing something.
Looking everywhere for it.

To rehabilitate our lack
and to camouflage our
fervent and frenetic forays
into what isn't
even ours to carry.

The pride rearing loud.
The wanting.
And the defense too.
For who we are.
And what we do.

And how we think.

Needing others.
To put up the mirror.
To remind.

It is only in the humility.
Of living the daily.

One moment at a time.

And in so doing.
Leaning.

On the Grace-giver.

That we can really rest.
Living full.

On a Thursday

It seemed an ordinary meal.

On a Thursday. 
In the upper room.

But as the scene unfolded. 
Drama.
One to betray. 
Another to lean upon.
Jesus.

But He gave thanks. 
Knowing.

He would be betrayed.

And become.
The perfect atonement.
For all time.

So that. Sacrifices.
No longer required.

Only hearts.

And the one at the table.
Leaning on Him.

Leaning. 
On the very heart of God.

On a Thursday.