First Breath

The breath of God, that very one that transformed the DNA of clay into life, is not a quantity to behold but an extension of G_d to partake. Because of love – life and liberty was given. Bodies formed from the dry ground drew its first breath of life and liberty and it was good in the eyes of its Giver. The soul, eternal in every one of us, glides into us upon this glorious stream exhaled from Love Itself. Divine omniscience cannot be grasped by our reason yet the heart feels its gentle pull. Our souls are simple lodestones, always pointing towards a better will. G_d’s will is always mindful and ever-present when love becomes our priority. If we can think of the breath within us as wings of a mother hen, then the words of Jesus ignite our silent epiphany when He says, “…how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing.” (Matthew 23:37 NIV)
So consider the choices before us today.

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Let us allow love to straighten our path while it gathers us back to the Breath that gave us a choice to give liberty to another.

The Breath He Giveth

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Miracle of miracles,
Clay becomes new life.
Breath of G_d,
Breath of wonder,
Exhaled in Paradise.
Eyes formed from borrowed ground,
Looks heavenward;
Soul of G_d,
Soul to ponder,
Stretching ever upward.
Vanity of vanities,
Vision growing dim,
Love of G_d,
Love of neighbor,
Blinded by selfish sin.
Miracles of Miracles,
A virgin bears G_d’s son,
G_d is born,
G_d is given,
A chance to see has begun.

To where can I run?
This G_d of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob;
This G_d of the living,
This Messiah; thee Anointed One.
To where can I hide?
My soul unravels, ravaged; left undone,
Once blind but now I see,
My Lord and my God – my Holy One.

by Chris Clody
12/14/16

Wonder-Fall!

If we ponder the mother of wisdom, we are led to the nursery of wonder. Epiphanies burst with the fire of soul-searching awe lit by nature’s cauldron of multicolored dimensions. Why is the heart stilled and breath stolen in its quiet majesty? Is there a secret condescension of grace the reorients and guards our trampled humility?  We train our eyes inwards and downcast convinced we know the way.  Yet we are called by an ‘other’.  The human experience is undeniably but gently pulled by heart and soul. Both easily victimized by the magnetism of some familiar love that’sets both distant and near; both ancient and ever-present. To where shall we run? Nowhere. Humanity makes great strides to understand the physical laws that hold true to form and function governing our microscopic to macroscopic worlds.  Still every beautiful mind committed to study either th social of scienctific backbones of our reality are still left incomplete and struglling to negotiate the terms of our full purpose and evolution.  Whether perceptible or not, our restless condition inspires some to either press on or desperately seek a temporary anesthetic.  With each breaking of dawn’s reddish rays that light our curiosity we choose to answer the pangs of wonder as we sip our morning coffee.  Everyday many of us turn on our brains to accept the day’s onslaught of data in an attempt to assemble knowledge. Knowledge is good and offers a few the power and confidence to risk a new approach.  Like an athlete in need of a coach, knowledge begs to be mentored by wisdom. If we dare to follow the prompts of wonder, I believe we not only make space for wisdom but even the engine that drives our evolution; love.  There is no greater force than love.  It has no equal. It does not negotiate.  Love has no regret or need of explanation.  Love is however controlled by an inherent will to accept it like the crisp inhale of fall air.  I wonder if humanity will fully choose to accept that the reality of everything experienced by our five senses is simply a means and that love is truly the way.

Just wondering…

Peace,

Chris