notes from the wood between the worlds. 1.

I've thought much about my tendency to want to see something TRIUMPHED over. Something utterly completed, all won.It's not all bad, this tendency. It's a seed of hope for the ultimate triumph, I think,
which is Christ's -- which will indeed come!! Until then,
We will not eliminate injustice in this world. It won't be done.
But we can interrupt its patterns.
We can participate in interrupting patterns of injustice,
speaking the Gospel all the while--the news that our only real and LASTING hope is reconciliation with God through Christ.
And we've food to feast on, every day, as we walk. The most delicious.


" The ordinances of the LORD are sure
and altogether righteous.
They are more precious than gold,
than much pure gold;
they are sweeter than honey,
than honey from the comb."


Last night, I saw a change in eyes that look mostly asleep,
even when they're open.
I saw them snap awake as my grandfather sang Spanish songs he learned
long before I did. I saw him sing out the memories that have lasted,
the ones that were strong enough, important enough.
When people get old, and have less control over what they can show,
I think (sometimes, anyway) you get to see what's really fed them and sustained them.
The deep bass notes of the melody of their lives.

I'm so proud of my grandpa. His bass (and base-) line is prayer. His bass line is Scripture, is speaking the solid hope of Christ,
and his bass line is music that sings that hope into a world-weary spirit. I pray these are the things I'll sing out, too, when everything else I can do and say and be busy about fades away...
and long before.

"No hay Dios tan grande como Tu,
No lo hay, no lo hay..."
"How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, is laid for your faith in His excellent Word...
The soul that on Jesus doth lean for repose,
I will not, I will not desert to his foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I'll never, no never, no never forsake."