<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559597355513214635</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:57:22.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a City Friar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graham-black.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559597355513214635/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graham-black.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jedidiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13709357515460753590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VObACJT6jNU/TkVcoIkPH4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/nO9uIAoI1UA/s220/SL273114%2B%25282%2529%2B-%2BCopy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559597355513214635.post-5482137303732956054</id><published>2010-02-28T09:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T10:31:49.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes and Ears</title><content type='html'>God has blessed most of us with eyes that see and ears that hear. In so many ways these two senses enable us to absorb the sights of God's creation and man's disfigurement of it and hear the glories of birdsong and the anguished cries of grief-stricken children and everything in between. What marvellous gifts! I am so thankful Father for hearing well and seeing clearly - with the help of new glasses.&lt;div&gt;But God uses these two senses as they function relationally. His desire is that we see him and hear him. The seeing is that incredible gift of vision, seeing the Transcendent One - creature gazing in awe and wonder upon the Creator. Moses was denied such vision but the disciples were afforded it. They saw the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Transcendent&lt;/span&gt; God, and he looked into their eyes. Heaven and Earth gazed into one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;another's&lt;/span&gt; depths. Followers of Jesus ever since his Ascension "see" him no longer, but from time to time he reveals himself. Vision and dreams the prophet says. Visions and dreams the Spirit gives. Behold your God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a "seeing" which is granted to some - the Samuel-type anointing. The Seer sees God in his eternal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Triunity&lt;/span&gt; and sees things from the Throne as He sees them. A seeing that is not merely informational, but is also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;revelational&lt;/span&gt;. There is a Revelation of the eternal to the temporal of the transcendent to the touchable. The lesser is empowered, enriched and expanded by the greater. A walk through Ezekiel stumbles on "the things I show you" . God's heart is to share himself and how he sees things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a hearing in the heart. A reading of the Scriptures causes our soul to vibrate like a plucked stringed instrument. A sermon preached causes a tingling in our spine. A lyric reduces us to tears of gratitude. We hear with our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;spiritual&lt;/span&gt; ears. But there is a hearing which is placing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; in His presence. Our eyes focused, our ears attuned. We are alert, attentive, waiting, waiting. We are like a concierge ready, alert, anticipating God's every move and ready to respond to his slightest indication. We live for him, to do his will, to respond to his desires. That is the "door-keeper in the house of my God". Such seeing, such hearing, such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;attentiveness&lt;/span&gt; is simply love - loving to do whatever he says, whenever he says it. " I have come to do the will of Him who sent me..." What a life! Loving God, gazing upon Him, seeing him, hearing him, serving him. It is no mistake that time and again God says " he who as ears to hear let him hear what the Spirit is saying to the church."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559597355513214635-5482137303732956054?l=graham-black.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graham-black.blogspot.com/feeds/5482137303732956054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://graham-black.blogspot.com/2010/02/eyes-and-ears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559597355513214635/posts/default/5482137303732956054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559597355513214635/posts/default/5482137303732956054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graham-black.blogspot.com/2010/02/eyes-and-ears.html' title='Eyes and Ears'/><author><name>Jedidiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13709357515460753590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VObACJT6jNU/TkVcoIkPH4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/nO9uIAoI1UA/s220/SL273114%2B%25282%2529%2B-%2BCopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559597355513214635.post-7787734011858182566</id><published>2010-02-22T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:44:01.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mist and Fog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The walk is breathtaking. the adventure with Jesus is real and everyday. But...what happens when the mist and fog descend - when He takes you to the valley where you cannot see three feet in front of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I get sacred. I am disorientated. I don't know where to put my foot next. I freeze. I am paralysed. I call out.  I am at the end of myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now I know why He led me here, so that I would stop living on my own flesh resources - so that I would trust Him. I call for Him. He does not answer. I am scared stiff. I call and call but my calls rebound off the face of the fog. Is anyone there? Is God there? Has He left me alone? Is this a God-forsaken place? "God why will you not answer me? Why have you gone off and left me? Why have you abandoned me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As that final question forms in searing pain in my larynx and explodes in desperation from my lips so I hear not a rebound, but an echo in a different voice. It seems to travel the ages. The fog becomes a backcloth against which I see Him hanging there on a tree - I hear Him calling from the tree. A strange sense of communion envelops me. He is here where I am or am there where He is? It matters not. I am not alone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Spirit stirs, faith rises, relief dawns. Did I not say " I will never leave you or forsake you"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I still cannot see, but I know that He is with me as He said. He heard my cry. He reassured my frightened wee soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why the valley of fog -the fear - the terror- the anguish? - So that you would grow to know me -to trust me - to discern my hidden but very real Presence with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The fog lifts. "Shall we go?" "Yes Lord, let's go." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559597355513214635-7787734011858182566?l=graham-black.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graham-black.blogspot.com/feeds/7787734011858182566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://graham-black.blogspot.com/2010/02/mist-and-fog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559597355513214635/posts/default/7787734011858182566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559597355513214635/posts/default/7787734011858182566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graham-black.blogspot.com/2010/02/mist-and-fog.html' title='Mist and Fog'/><author><name>Jedidiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13709357515460753590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VObACJT6jNU/TkVcoIkPH4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/nO9uIAoI1UA/s220/SL273114%2B%25282%2529%2B-%2BCopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7559597355513214635.post-4791302182745530963</id><published>2010-02-15T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:17:50.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking the Landscape</title><content type='html'>Ordnance Survey maps are meat and drink to any serious explorer. What is the first things you see as you look at one? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gridlines&lt;/span&gt; - that mesh of perfect squares covering the surface of the map. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gridlines&lt;/span&gt; give the ability to pinpoint location.&lt;br /&gt;However not all of us go through life with a map in hand. However we do have diaries, be they electronic or paper. These tell us what we are to do, where we are to go and when we should be there. Diaries rule. They dictate life. They are tyrannical. However they do give us control of hectic lives and make us feel secure.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the map. What else do you see? You see features of the landscape, contours indicating hills and valleys.  You see features of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;townscape&lt;/span&gt;, streets and buildings. Land and town &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scapes&lt;/span&gt; come to life for the seasoned &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;map reader&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;God gives a stark choice - live by the safety and security of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gridlines&lt;/span&gt; - always &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;knowing&lt;/span&gt; where you are and where you are going. Or "come and walk the landscape and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;townscape&lt;/span&gt; with me". "You will never really know where you are because I am in control. You will rarely know where we are going, but I will never leave you. You will often feel insecure but that is my invitation to trust me. You will go where I go, you will stay where I stay. You will walk with me , work with me and learn how I do it. I will teach you the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unforced&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rhythms&lt;/span&gt; of grace."&lt;br /&gt;Habakkuk saw and articulated "the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;righteous&lt;/span&gt; shall live by faith".&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gridlines&lt;/span&gt; - doing life in safety and security or walking the landscape - in company day in day out with Jesus. Sterile or fertile? Predictable or creative? Alone or in company?&lt;br /&gt;What's your answer? To be sure both will be blessed - that is not the point.&lt;br /&gt;Which is the life that will richer, fuller be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7559597355513214635-4791302182745530963?l=graham-black.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://graham-black.blogspot.com/feeds/4791302182745530963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://graham-black.blogspot.com/2010/02/walking-landscape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559597355513214635/posts/default/4791302182745530963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7559597355513214635/posts/default/4791302182745530963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://graham-black.blogspot.com/2010/02/walking-landscape.html' title='Walking the Landscape'/><author><name>Jedidiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13709357515460753590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VObACJT6jNU/TkVcoIkPH4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/nO9uIAoI1UA/s220/SL273114%2B%25282%2529%2B-%2BCopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
