April 23, 2014

Welcome Home by Terilyn - writer

As you open the cabin door you're welcomed by the aroma of freshly baked cinnamon buns. It's like love is in the air. Your mouth begins to water as you anticipate that first bite.

You quickly remove your heavy backpack and jacket, sighing with relief from the burden that carrying all that weight has had on you. As you move to the centre of the room your eyes are captivated by the flames as they dance and flicker in the fireplace. The warmth from the glowing embers draws you closer.

You snuggle into your favourite  chair under a  soft  warm blanket. You reach over and take a  sip from a cup of steaming hot chocolate . It has never tasted so good.

 Suddenly you hear that familiar voice, bringing comfort to your tired and weary heart.  The voice of love.  Your eyes fill with tears as you know you are finally in a safe place. You are home, and all is well with your soul.

I hope you enjoyed my posting. I thought I would just write the style of writing that I enjoy doing most. It's with the hope that I took you to a place that touched all of your senses and spoke into your heart. I believe it is said that if we can attach an emotion or feeling to what we are reading it settles into our heart a little easier. The Bible is filled with many scriptures that have this impact on us. My hope is that I can bring encouragement to a lost and hurting world by using this form of writing.

Pictures courtesy photostock.com

April 22, 2014

Persisting In Sending Out The Lord’s Message by Melanie Fischer


Today we are delighted to welcome InScribe member Melanie Fischer as our Guest Blogger.

A dandelion is immensely more than a pesky weed; it is a grand lesson in persistence. This wildflower possess soft petals and unique beauty in its young flowering state. When it matures though, its sole purpose is to get its message (its seeds) out.

When push comes to shove, the dandelion does not take “no” for an answer. Even when mowed down and raked into a heap of grass and other weeds, the dandelion persists to seed. When a breeze sweeps over the withering plant, the wind grasps the seeds and carries them away. New dandelions then sprout wherever they have found fertile ground.

This reminds me of when Paul was in jail. Even when bound in chains, he did not cease to spread the Lord's message.

“Pray also for me, that whenever I open my mouth, words may be given me so that I will fearlessly make known the mystery of the gospel, for which I am an ambassador in chains. Pray that I may declare it fearlessly, as I should.” Ephesians 6:19, 20 (NIV).

Paul persistently sent the words out, and because he did, we continue to read those letters today. Even though the messenger Paul eventually perished, the message never did.

Persist in sending out the message that the Lord has placed in your hearts, on your tongues, in your pens and on your computer screens. Press “send”.

Melanie Fischer is fresh out of the published gate, releasing her works into the world. She is a writer - story telling style, blogger and teacher of technologies behind getting the Lord’s message out. You can visit her website at www.hungryforpurpose.com or follow her blog at www.hungryforpurpose.com/blog

Photos source:  Melanie Fischer and Ashley Fischer


April 20, 2014

Hope Springs Another Leak by Jocelyn Faire

What do you want your books/writings to make happen inside your readers?
I want my writing to bring a sense of hope to people.

Is Hope more than wishful thinking? ... more than the carrot dangled? ... Is it more than waiting for spring to arrive after the long winter?

The dictionary defines hope as: the state which promotes the desire of positive outcomes related to events and circumstances in one's life or in the world at large.

This past Tuesday the news on the TV screen at the Winnipeg airport, while I waited for my flight to Calgary, exploded with the story of five young people stabbed to death at an end of term university party.

Shock, disbelief!

The city of Calgary's worst mass murder ever.

The grey clouds of mourning have hung over the news, the city and the skies. One more tragic read for the masses, but a lifetime of dashed hopes for the families and close friends of all those involved, victims and perpetrator.

Where are the spring flowers for this situation? Delayed, due to an extension of winter.

The heaviness of the loss of a child had been with me as I went to sleep, and the clock radio woke me to a strange mixture of music. In the one ear I could hear the Third Day song, Nothing Compares, and just below that a rap artist was going on about the strife, misery and hate that seems a frequent topic of rap. The mixture confused me momentarily as I had not knowingly set my alarm. Then as I recognized the first song, I thought it was brilliant—the words of hope, of the greater good written/sung over top the disappointment in life. And then I realized it was actually a tuning issue ... I was on the airwave border of two radio stations that were competing to outshout each other. What an image of what happens every day. Listen to the news at night and we can get the overwhelming sense of despair ... watch the National Geographic or Discovery channel and I sense awe as I view the incredible beauty and strength of whales breaching in the ocean, remote mountain vistas at sunset, or time lapse photography of flowers unfolding.

Simone Weil has said that there are two things that pierce the heart, beauty and affliction.

Restated as moments we wish would last forever, and those we wish had never begun.

This is the Easter weekend, and this is the ultimate story of the resurrection of hope over the sorrow of death.

The promise of new life erupting after the long winter.

May it be so for the families in sorrow.

Meanwhile, I await the return of the crocuses as the reminder of spring and hope.

Here is the link to the Third Day song that played. I didn't recognize the rap song, so I cannot give you that link—you can play it over your own selection of disappointment.

Jocelyn blogs about hope in the hard places at Who Is Talking. She is the author of the book Who is Talking Out of My Head? Grief as an out of Body Experience, available online and through Amazon.

April 19, 2014

Murphy's Law to Peniel - by Linda Aleta Tame

It all started in the airport in Minot, N.D.  My flight to Phoenix was leaving at 9:30 p.m., but I arrived five hours early (long story).  I had my MacBook Pro with me, so I had something to do during my wait.  Check-in staff assured me I'd find a snack shop in the gate area, so I went through customs clearance, found a quiet spot for myself and settled in.

A couple hours later, my MacBook was running out of battery, there was nowhere to plug it in and I was hungry.  I was dismayed to discover the snack shop closed precisely fifteen minutes earlier.  Surely I'd find a vending machine, I thought, but no, there was only a drink machine which would not accept my U.S. bills.  I gave my most pleading expression to the customs officer to request change, or maybe a quick return to the check-in area where I could see machines brimming with sandwiches and chips, but that was not going to happen.  Okay, I thought, this is a First World problem.  I will survive.  Water will be served on the flight.  I finally got up to board the delayed flight at 11:00 p.m., and it was then I saw the plug-in for my MacBook, a few hours too late.

I'm learning that what once were expectations, should now be considered wishes or better, prayer requests.  The flight attendant said, "Two dollars."  With my eyes fixed on the water bottle, I handed her my U.S. bills.  "We don't accept cash," she responded, so I decided to thirst and hunger another three and half hours, because my debit/credit card was in the overhead compartment. After finally arriving in warm beautiful Phoenix, I recovered with a light snack, water and sleeping, but perhaps from the hours of sitting or the twenty hours of sleeping, I now had a severe stabbing pain in my hip.

Okay, Lord, I think you're trying to get my attention, I thought.  I took my green juice out to the patio, and relaxed into the embrace of my heavenly Father.  What's going on, I asked?  The first thought that came to me was Jacob in Genesis 32:22-32.  Jacob, who wrestled with an angel, Jacob whose hip was badly wrenched.  In verse 31, he received a new walk.  As Edward K. Pousson says in his article Bethel to Peniel, "Nobody struts into the Kingdom."  In verse 28, Jacob received a new name, a new identity.  He was transformed from Jacob to Israel, from "just me" to "commUNITY."  Also in verse 31, when the sun rose upon him, he received a new day, a new beginning.  All this newness in a time of loneliness and discomfort, and Jacob named the place of his transformation "Peniel," which means "face to face with God."

Jacob Wrestling with the Angel, Eugene Delacroix
Image from Free Christ Images
The following Sunday, I found a wonderful church near our home in Phoenix.  It's called "New Life!"  I love how God works, don't you?

It's hard to put into words how much these thoughts meant to me.  It wasn't because of my unfortunate airport and flight experience, or because of my painful hip.  Those were only preparatory for my encouraging Peniel encounter.  The significance was that my spirit was longing to hear from the One who makes all the difference in my life. My spirit was longing for fresh revelation, for transformation.  I've written before about my long dark journey, a time of introspection, reflection and spiritual bewilderment.  The emerging process seems long too, but it's so rich and valuable.  It's essential. 

Reading about Jacob in Bethel to Peniel by Edward K. Pousson gave me incredible comfort, inspiration and hope.  I hope you'll read it too.

April 17, 2014

The Primary Fact of Life by Bryan Norford

One revelation, the most obvious and natural fact of earthly life, has taken me a lifetime to discover. Unfortunately, my fallen nature can be as impenetrable as the ocean depths to an enlightening Spirit.

The most formative question about life is about God: is He or isn’t He? If He is and created us, then we will give account for how we have lived. Conscience—which we can manipulate or stifle—and His Word—which we may ignore or trash—warn us of our obligation to Him.

Without God, no rules, justice, order or love exist. It leaves a void for personal opinion and ambition. This fractures humankind and leads to the human chaos that history records and we observe. The sense that humans can and will overcome their fallen nature Is the principal lie of earth’s existence.

If my mind is dark, how much darker is the mind that conceives of humanity rising from its moral anarchy by its own efforts. William Ernest Henley’s words ending Invictus, “I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul,” meant to portray the ascendancy of the human spirit, also condemn us.

Those words, sung by a few with ability to overcome obstacles—at least for a time—are daily mourned by billions who find no hope from oppression, poverty, and disease. The human spirit can endure so much, but cannot cope alone with adversity.

Augustine penned the obvious answer “Thou hast made us for thyself, and our hearts are restless until they find their rest in Thee.” Pascal confirmed: “There is a God-shaped vacuum in the heart of every person, and it can never be filled by any created thing. It can only be filled by God, made known through Jesus Christ.”

So here is the basic idea about life that has recently become meaningful to me:

The most natural and imperative way of life is to walk through it with our Creator.

Anything less is the world’s greatest folly.