Saturday, December 29, 2012

Pregnant


I’m pregnant with a thought
I’m pregnant with a dream
I’m pregnant with a vision or two

I wait expectantly...

I have been here before
there is no turning back now
there is only one way out

giving birth, laboring...

I anticipate the known pain
I anticipate the change it’ll cause
I anticipate a new life

contractions and breathing...

I do not want to give birth to air
I do not want to labor in vain
I do not want the pain with no gain

Believing in fullness and fulfillment.


cjb

Isaiah 66:9 “ Do I bring to the moment of birth and not give delivery? says the Lord. “ Do I close up the womb when I bring to delivery?” says your God.

Friday, December 28, 2012

The Great Siege


I wrote this a while ago:
It is April 5th and I woke this morning to snow. We live in Moscow, so snow is something we are used to by now. However, this morning I did not look at the snow with joy. Earlier in the season, the tree branches covered in snow made me think of sleigh rides and snow globes.  Now they just make me weary. 
Have you ever been in a season that seemed as if it was never going to end? Some have called them “the dark night of the soul.”  Others refer to difficult years that drag on as “winter seasons.”  Sometimes it is not a spiritual darkness or internal struggle but maybe an illness that we wake with everyday, a situation or a person we have prayed for with passion only to see no change year after year. It is not that we do not believe! We know God hears us, we cling to His promises and often come this far through trials like these only because of our hope in our Lord. So how can we, people of faith and hope, fall into depression or despair or grow weary in doing good? It goes against everything we profess and it contradicts every great effort of faith we have fought to make. Is it possible for a person of faith and hope to experience despair? 
In 1994, we moved to St. Petersburg, Russia. It was there that I learned about the Great Siege of Leningrad, a tragic period in the city’s history. The Blokada (the Siege) of Leningrad is an important part of the city's heritage for every resident and a painful memory for the population's older generations.
Less than two and a half months after the Soviet Union was attacked by Nazi Germany, German troops approached Leningrad. On September 8, 1941 the Germans fully encircled Leningrad and the siege began. The siege lasted for a total of 900 days, from September 8 1941 until January 27, 1944. The city's almost three million civilians, including about 400,000 children, refused to surrender and endured rapidly increasing hardships. Food and fuel stocks were limited to a mere one- or- two-month supply. Public transport was not operational and by the winter of 1941-42 there was no heating, no water supply, almost no electricity and very little food. In January 1942 in the depths of an unusually cold winter, the city's food rations reached an all-time low of only 125 grams (about 1/4 of a pound) of bread per person per day. In January and February of 1942 alone, 200,000 people died in Leningrad of cold and starvation. There are stories told by the older generations about some people giving in to cannibalism just to survive those most desperate of days. 
Lamentations contains a similar account of another city under siege and the desperate things its people did to survive. According to Lamentations 4:10, “With their own hands compassionate women have cooked their own children, who became their food when my people were destroyed.” (NIV).  That same passage in the New Living Translation reads; “Tenderhearted women have cooked their own children. They have eaten them to survive the siege.”  It is interesting to me that these women are described as “compassionate” and “tenderhearted,” yet in the very same sentence we read that they sacrificed their own children for survival. Is it possible that people who are tenderhearted and compassionate can be in such desperate situations, surrounded by the enemy for so long that even the best of them do the unthinkable to survive? Give up hope? Give in to certain defeat? Sacrifice their own for survival?
The Siege of Leningrad did end. Though many did not survive, January 27th, 1944 is the date recorded in history as the end of the enemy’s blockade. And as I look out my window on this day and see snow accumulating, I know in my head that spring will come. It is the way our Lord has set up the seasons. Winter may be long, but even the enemy can not stop spring from eventually arriving.
In these seasons when our winters seem to be never-ending, we need to remember that the Adversary is hoping we will lose hope. He wants us to be discouraged, to feel defeated, to believe that every day will be winter and that every dark night will last forever. So if tenderhearted and compassionate women can give into sacrificing what is most dear to them in desperate situations, I believe people of faith and hope can also experience despair and even depression when under a siege by our Adversary. Have you ever experienced this kind of despair? 
In STREAMS IN THE DESERT, L.B. Cowman writes, “The Adversary attempts to push God's people toward despair and hopelessness over their condition or the condition of the church. It has often been said that a discouraged army enters a battle with the certainty of defeat.”  Then she continues,  “We need to better understand these attacks of the Enemy on our spirit and how to resist them. If he can dislodge us from our proper position, he then seeks to ‘wear out the saints of the most High’ (Dan 7:25, KJV) through a prolonged siege, until we finally, out of sheer weakness, surrender all hope of victory.”
Our enemy has a plan, a plan that includes discouragement and despair. He wants to wear us out, wear us down and make us so discouraged that we are more sure of defeat than of victory. What is our response to his battle plan? In these moments, we cannot spend time beating ourselves up that we “feel” discouraged or grow weary in our siege. We must not succumb to the thought that we are not people of faith and hope, when we are! We must use all the strength we have left to remind ourselves that seasons will change and sieges do end. The God who toppled David’s Goliath and crumbled the walls of Jericho is the same God we put our hope in today. 
God is the creator of all seasons and breaks though our darkness like the morning light. Will we wait on Him? Will we trust in Him, when it seems as if the snow will never melt and spring will never come? Among the many promises God has given to reassure us at such moments is Psalm 30:5b, “Weeping may endure for a night, But joy comes in the morning.” Perhaps your faith will be renewed, too, as mine has by lyrics of Donald Lawrence’s song, Encourage Yourself.  “God is present help. The enemy created walls, but remember giants, they do fall.”

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Do you hear what I hear?


Have you ever started to tell a story and half way through you realize you have
already told it? We have a sign in our family for those moments, the sign is to raise your
hand when you realize “I have heard this before!”. We have on occasion, burst into
laughter when someone would start to tell a story and in unison the family raises their
hands to stop them. Without a “sign” like ours, most people listen but tune out or will
respond in a programed polite manner till it is over.
How many times have you heard the story of Christ coming into this world as a
babe wrapped in swaddling cloth and laid in a manger? Instead of raising our hands this
year with a “I’ve heard this before” attitude, lets try to really listen to what God is telling
us. This is not just a story, this is the very Word of God being spoken into flesh and
entering into our world. This is a story about The Light of this World breaking through
the darkness of night, so that our own soul’s darkness could receive light.
Enter the story this season as the wise men did bringing gifts to the one who gave us His
all. Enter the story as shepherds worshiping a babe or Mary storing up treasures in her
heart. But, whatever you do, enter, engage and hear The Word that our God deems worthy
to tell and tell again.

Just as the wise men brought gifts
Giving them to the baby Jesus
Laying their treasures in the darkness
At the feet of Light
So I come to you
Giving you my heart
Break through my night

Just as the shepherds came to kneel
Bowing before the baby Jesus
Adoring, worshiping the shepherd
Born to be their King
So I kneel before you
Worshiping my King
Come shepherd me

Just as Mary pondered these things
Full of wonder with baby Jesus
Cuddling God’s promise in her arms
Vulnerability
I am full of wonder
Holding to you tight
Reborn in thee

King of Light
Come shepherd me
Hold me tight in my vulnerability
I worship and adore you-
I’m reborn in thee
cjb

Dear Lord,
Help me to have ears to hear your story afresh, shedding some new light on that which is
familiar. May my response to your story please your heart. Amen

Friday, December 21, 2012

New Beginning

I left the blogging world a few years ago. It may or may not have had something to do with Facebook. I kind of believe it was Facebook's fault. I no longer wanted to sit and write when I had hours to waste reading everyone's status. Not to mention pokes, badge boards and Farmville. Well, truthfully I never played Farmville but I did waste a lot of hours deleting invites to Farmville.
Now that I have shut off my Facebook account, my desire to reflect, write, create has returned. I am going to begin blogging again to hold myself accountable to writing. It may be a devotional thought, a book idea, a poem or just a rant here and there. I am not sure what I will send out into the cyber world. I do hope that some of the words will inspire, encourage or challenge. I imagine that some of the words will not really be for anyone but me. So, I named this blog WORDS TO BURN.

Words to warm a heart or spark a thought
Words to cast aside, when they add to naught
Words to fan the Spirit's flame, on the altar as they lay
Lord, set them on fire, according to your desire
Let them burn bright, give light or as ashes be blown out of sight
Your will be done with my kindle wood of words.
Some to ash and some to blaze,
Words To Burn.