Transcends space-time, and touches the soul.
As He crushes with the heel of His feet, the accursed loneliness of being.
The ipod played ‘That kind of Love’
I look out of the window at the green woods
Through the gleamy drizzle in the sunny outside
A moment of transcendence
It was the dance of the trees swaying in the breeze.
The grace of the lean branches and the leaner leaves
Drew me deeper into the timeless world.
My shoulders slanted, legs crossed, I pen this
Why should the rain be beautiful?
Why should green be green?
Why should the trees dance?
Why should I be enthralled into a trance?
I wondered what it was all about.
Or may be, ‘who’ was it all about?
Tempted as I was to say ‘me’, but I couldn’t get to say it
I was still in trance experiencing a beautiful new reality.
No. It was all about Him who cannot be in a trance
For He pervades all reality.
The drizzling rain, dancing tree, the perky leaves
And I who ‘wonder’ what it is all about
In the very act of transcended wonderment
I lay down the crown on behalf of the rain, tree and leaves
At the feet of the timeless One of whom
This transcendence and beauty is all about.
Before the Sun rises
The pace accelerates
The noise distracts
A bunch of men, with their coffee mugs
Get together on Tuesdays
To mull over the Questions of life
Questions that get drowned
In the noise and pace
But are loud and insistent in the calm of ones soul
Over hot coffee and cherished movie clips
They search for answers, answers that are
Disturbing to the being, but peaceful to the soul
The soul that seeks not to lose itself
For the sake of gaining the world
The soul that searches
Searches for the sacred ground of ones life
Along with other barrel-chested men
Before the sun rises on Tuesday mornings
This is Men’s life @ SJD.
I just came home and I thank God that tonight was so beautiful. I was riding my motorcycle back from Tom’s house at 1:15 am in the morning. As I started my motorcycle, I realized that there was thick due in my motorcycle. I could ‘see’ the air was laden with moisture. I began to have a feeling that my ride back home on the I10 8 lane freeway was going to be awesome. There is a stretch of I10 where there are trees on either side. As I was tearing through the foggy atmosphere, with trees on either side and the whole 8 lanes to myself, the whole world racing towards me at 80 miles an hour, with the moon right up ahead, I felt like I was riding on a magic horse in a fantasy land.
I was supposed to take the Durham exit out of I10, but I couldn’t stop drinking into the beauty of the night. I decided to take the next exit, studentmonte. But even then, I decided to prolong the pleasure until the next exit. Even then I couldn’t get myself to get off the freeway. I decided to take I45 freeway and the take the Allen Parkway exit. But even then I couldn’t stop. I decided to take to 59 south freeway and then take the Kirby exit. But the night was just too beautiful. I continued on 59 and then took to 610 and from there I again came back on I10 were I started. I had taken a full circle around and was back at the place at started and I loved it afresh – the fog, the moon and the trees. Finally took the Studentmonte exit to get home I had been travelling for about 30 minutes between 70 – 80 miles an hour.
After taking the exit off the freeway I was slowly riding back home. I stopped at a traffic light and on the other side, there was a water sprinkler that was sprinkling water high up in to the air on to the right lane of the road. My first instinct was to take the left lane, but then I realized that I couldn’t allow the possibility of riding through this water foundation go past, without being enjoyed. I went right through the fountain and it was a surprising splash of water. I was brazing myself expecting the water to be cold, but the water was warm – a brief moment of suprising ecstasy.
I can’t help thanking God that the night was so beautiful and that I had a motor cycle to go about enjoying the 8 lane freeways in Houston at 2:00 am in the morning.
I original idea was to write a blog ‘What I like about Fusion’. Then it occurred to me that I can like many things ranging from the movie ‘District 9’ to Hamburgers, but I cannot ‘really’ like something enough to be appreciative of it unless I really learnt something from it which got me closer to living my life to ‘all its Fullness’. So I decided to title this blog as ‘What I learnt from Fusion Fellowship’. I think I would like to surmise at least four truths that I think I learnt through Fusion over the course of the past few months.
In the book club on John Piper’s, “Don’t Waste Your life”, I learnt that glorifying God is not about going to Church and participating in the worship session and then doing some ‘Christian good works’ outside church. Rather, glorifying God is to be ‘supremely satisfied’ in the relationship with God, even if it means loosing all comforts and privileges of life. A soldier forsakes all the comforts and secure privileges that life has to offer because he is ‘supremely satisfied’ in the cause of his serving his home land. A country that has such soldiers is the one that is truly glorified. When God has soldier-minded conscientious Christian who are so satisfied in God that they’ll sacrifice anything for Him, He is indeed glorified. Even the legitimate pleasures that we enjoy in such a Soldier-like way glorifies God because the soldier is grateful enough to realize that legitimate pleasures in life don’t come cheap – they are bought with the blood of Christ. A life crux of which is in such glorification of God, isn’t a wasted life. It would be a life lived to ‘all its fullness’.
In Kemper’s class on the Maledictory Psalms, I learnt that to indubitably acknowledge the Maledcitory Psalms (breaking heads of babies… etc) as the inspired Word of God is to acknowledge in humility the inability of the unaided human reason to make a correct moral judgment on that which is right and that which is wrong, that which is fair and that which is unfair and even that which is of good taste and that which isn’t. Perhaps Kemper intended folks listening to learn a lot more than that, but this is all that has remained ‘stuck’ in my mind.
Truth Three: Ever since my early youth I have at times wondered ‘how’ I knew what I thought I knew. I wondered to myself, “if I do not know that ‘how’, then how could I trust that I ‘really’ know that which I think I know”. If I followed this David Hume-ian polemic, it would cause me to question how I could really ‘trust’ my faith in God. Why couldn’t my faith in God be an illusion created by my unaided reason. After all, history tells me that at one time, led by unaided human reason, people in the west thought the earth was flat, people in the east thought the earth was the back of a tortise.
During Chuck’s class I learnt that faith is God isn’t so much about ‘my’ faith in God as much as it is about God engendering in me a faith on Him. So, this revelation, that my faith in God has little to do with my unaided reason but more to do with God’s work in me, was liberating. It absolves me of the need to try to figure out if my faith is indeed trustworthy or not.
Lastly, but most importantly, I learnt from Cheryl that I could use the word ‘happy’ before any noun in the English language. Happiness is not just a habit, it is the overflowing expression of the well-being of the soul. It is only when the relationship with God fosters the well-being of the soul that such expressions of overflowing happiness is possible.
So as we look forward to a ‘happy’ new season of Fusion Fellowship, I look forward to learning more age-old ‘happy’ truths, that are new to me, which I think would help me look at life from a better vantage point and as promised, live out life to all its ‘happy’ Fullness.
Disclaimer: For the sake of the case being make, please bear with me as I make some blatant generalizations about Church going Christians.
It is said that Church going Christians are the ones that tip the waiters least when compared with every other category of restaurant goers. I do not know how true this allegation really is, but I would think that there seldom is smoke without fire. After Church, as I was sitting with fellow Church goers at a restaurant having lunch, I was wondering why church going Christians had this reputation when it came to tipping waiters. Below are my meditations.
Perhaps it is an interesting irony that a Christian who comes out of an awesome Church service is often the most mean guy walking on earth because this is when he feels most self-righteous. It is when the Christian thinks that he is indeed the Christ-ian that he is least likely to be a one. Though this is one of the causes for the notorious reputation of Christian tipping, I think that the reason for stingy Christian tipping goes deeper than this. Even those Christians who are penitent enough to not feel too self-righteous are often prone to a bigger Christian Evangelical pitfall – being lead by ‘the spirit of entitlement’.
When a Post Enlightenment, Post Reformation, Post Christian Evangelical Christian goes to Church, he exudes with a sense of chronic entitlement. He feels entitled to a great worship service, he feels entitled to a good message, he feels entitled to communion – all of this free of cost. Then he goes a step further, just because he is able to say ‘Halleluiah, Praise the Lord’ and then claps hands when he sings or perhaps jumps about during worship service (perhaps in his mind, trying to mimic King David) he thinks he is entitled to the ‘presence of God Almighty’.
When he walks out of the Church with this spirit of entitlement of having even earned God with a few easy techniques, he, possibly quite unwittingly, is prone to be the most snobbish being. The worship leader, the priest and God have served him without expecting a tip (unless he goes to a mega church where the pastor invariably always makes a claim to the attendee’s tithe). Nevertheless, he is most pampered and attended to at the Church, he thinks that the Church exists to pamper and re-charge him at the end of a tiring week.
All of his burdens are laid down and he is in the mood of ‘post-awesome-worship-service cloud-nines’, lead continually by the spirit of entitlement he is insensitive to the kindness and the service of the waiter gives him and consequently does not feel ‘moved’ to tip him. On the other hand, on a Friday after a week’s tiring work which breaks down his sense of entitlement to anything in life, if the Christian were to go to a restaurant, he would be more appreciative of the service rendered by the waiter and would feel ‘moved’ to tip him.
Isn’t it an irony that the harsh realities of the world that teaches him that there is ‘no free lunch’ would better minister the Christian than the comforts and pampering of the Church. If only Church going Christians would understand why the waiters think they suck.
A couple of weeks back, on a Friday evening, when I was reading C.S.Lewis’ “Till We Have Faces”, it dawned on me that it was heavily raining outside. Prior to this, every time it rained in Houston, I would be in my office looking at the rain from the glass window wishing that I was walking in the rain rather than looking at it from the glass tower.
So here was my chance. I closed C.S.Lewis’ book. I knew he would forgive me for preferring to walk in the rain which is one of the most beautiful and legitimately natural pleasures ‘under the sun’. I changed over into my shorts and flip flops and walked into the rain. Walking in the rain is when I feel close to nature. Somewhere a few miles above earth out of thin air a water droplet gets formed and pulled by gravity, travels all the way down to earth to create a ‘cool’ sensation on my skin, reminding me that perhaps, even the manna that fell from the ‘heavens’ created a similar sensation.
As the rain became a drizzle, I decided to get into the pool. To float around in the pool when it is drizzling is an awesome experience. I lay in the water, floating about. As I was weightlessly bobbing up and down, face down, ears and eyes within the water, feeling the rain droplets on my back, hearing the slow rumble of the thunder from the high heavens and seeing the splash of lightening lit up the pool, it seemed that the beauty in this little experience of life was more profound and real than that of the Roman empire in all of its glory.
God has created so much of beauty in so many little things of life, if only man would ‘stop, look and relish’.
Ps: Well, looking back, I am glad I did not get electrocuted. J