Marvelous Light and Marvelous sound

This is a song that is currently being rocked at my church…which you can read all about at www.Remnantloves.me

Charlie Hall everybody!

You will not

I am always leaving…

But You God

are not.

You do not.

You will not.

I am always leaving

something,

somewhere,

Someone..

But You, God of the Angel-Armies, You do not leave us!

You will not leave us.

 

It is ever my delight

to wander toward You,

You the Promise.

I remember how first You first wooed and lulled me in deep.

And it is ever my joy to learn how to live in light of such a gift as You.

My heart struts and sings where I would break my body endlessly to follow.

To the place where I want nothing but You.

Not blessing,

Not guidance,

Not anything

But You.

 

My heart twists in its old flames.

It writhes in yesterday´s affections

But in you Lord,

my heart is made capable.

´Tis made calm.

The miracle between Italy and Egypt

I´ll try and keep this short, because that´s exactly how it happened in real time, just a few days ago. I was sitting in the hospital having come to visit my Tata who, yet again, was resigned to her unfortunately incessant treck from the emergency room to a hospital bed for a good few days to re-coop from her latest medical mishap. An Italian doctor, doctor Benninni, (very fun to say), was my Tata´s first doctor upon her arrival to the E.R. here in Napa Valley. 

Just to catch you up…My Tata is 88 years young and recently underwent the infamous whipple surgery to treat her diagnosed pancreatic cancer. After that surgery, which was a success, she developed softball- sized pockets of fluid collection that normally would pass right on through her body. The pockets are the bodies way of trapping and at least containing an infection ifthe body is not doing its normal day-to-day  job of getting rid of such fluids. It´s pretty neat when you think about…the body is so ingeniously designed…it acts in our best interest often times without us even being aware there was even a threat to address. Anyway, this fluid led to isolated infection in and around the still healing mid-section of my Tata.

Long description short, these pockets were all but taken care of weeks ago when doctors in San Francisco surgically transfixed a constant drain on my Tata´s side in order to drain these crazy softball pockets. Sounds good, seemed to work, in fact she was thought to not have had any more fluid collection at all. But, fast forward to the last three days…my Tata complained of stomach pain, and upon having to be taken to the Italian E.R., she was shown her own brand new, that-evening x-ray…showing a huge remnant of the third, thought-to-be-dead-and-drained, pocket. It had become an “extra big softball” in Benninni´s own words…which I think was code for pumpkin, or mandolin-sized ball of bad. It was rather sweet how he tried to not freak my Tata out.

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the King of boys

I came across something in read-through today that is probably nothing too important to most of you and more than likely nothing new.

As I was reading in 1 Samuel I came across the passage in 16:12 where David, the youngest of seven sons (or 8 kids depending on what commentary you read)  is summoned by Samuel to appear before him. After standing, as a group, for who knows how long, and after having already seen the cream of the crop, so to speak, of Jesse´s offspring in the six boys he just paraded in front of the ever eager and discerning prophet, Samuel, at last, sees the prodigal runt. And he conveyed the following…

“He was ruddy, had beautiful eyes and was handsome.”  

God was speaking through his son, the prophet, Samuel and calling out his other son, the boy-King, David. How absolutely pleasing it must´ve been for God in that moment!

And talk about the crazy dynamics in the air…were these not every bit the same kind of foreshadowing seeds that unleashed Joseph´s crazy adventures from slave to King.  Joseph certainly had a story and a half  when all was said and done and he drew his last, but as Gen. 50:20 lends the understanding…  ´Circumstances that some intend for evil upon others, God can and often does comandeer those circumstances and blesses the afflicted through them, making what was intended intially for evil, now and forever for Good.´ 

Anyway, despite the for-illustrative-sake cross reference, this passage is beautiful to me.

You know David was tiny…and not just because he is often most notoriously remembered for standing across a freakin´huge giant that would dwark Shaq by two whole feet and weigh as much as a brown bear, but because he is simply small.

1Corinthians 7 voting

(vv. 29-31)