Wise Words on Wednesday: Too long in winter

Winter

I have walked too long with death’s chill in the air,
mourned over trees too long with branches bare…
I am saying to Love who wakens love:
rise in the south and come!
Hurry me into the springtime; hustle the winter out of my sight…
…then plunge me into the leafing and my blossoming

– Jessica Powers

Restless Heart: 12 – “Memento Mori”

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Nessa and I could not meet up this week, so I recorded a solo where I talked about meeting Christ in my Father’s death.

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Episode 12: Memento Mori (Download)

 

— Show Notes —

* “Memento Mori” is a phrase in Latin which means “Remember Death”

* If you were wondering where Whidbey Island is, it’s here.

* The book I referenced was “Something Other Than God” by Jennifer Fulwiler:

“The Catechism explained that praying for the souls of the dead is a tradition going back to the first Christians and to the Jews before them… The living sent their love for the deceased into the spiritual world, like adding water to a stream that would eventually float their lost friends home

* Don’t believe me about the ninja boots? Here they are.

* The Psalm I quoted was Psalm 84:6

Blessed are the men whose strength is in [the Lord]… As they go through the Valley of Baca [weeping] they make it a place of springs; the early rain also covers it with pools.

* The poem I quoted at the end was “As Kingfishers Catch Fire” by Gerard Manly Hopkins:

…for Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not His
To the Father through the features of men’s faces.

* A written version of what I said in this podcast is available on my blog.

Music Monday: Death Was Arrested

[Verse 1]
Alone in my sorrow and dead in my sin
Lost without hope with no place to begin
Your love Made a way to let mercy come in
When death was arrested and my life began

[Verse 2]
Ash was redeemed only beauty remains
My orphan heart was given a name
My mourning grew quiet my feet rose to dance
When death was arrested and my life began

[Chorus]
Oh your grace so free
Washes over me
You have made me new
Now life begins with you
It’s your endless love
Pouring down on us
You have made us new
Now life begins with you

[Verse 3]
Released from my chains I’m a prisoner no more
My shame was a ransom he faithfully bore
He cancelled my debt and he called me his friend
When death was arrested and my life began

[Verse 4]
Our savior displayed on a criminal’s cross
Darkness rejoiced as though heaven had lost
But then Jesus arose with our freedom in hand
That’s when death was arrested and my life began
That’s when death was arrested and my life began

[Chorus]
Oh your grace so free
Washes over me
You have made me new
Now life begins with you
It’s your endless love
Pouring down on us
You have made us new
Now life begins with you

[Bridge]
We’re free free
Forever we’re free
Come join the song
Of all the redeemed
Yes we’re free free
Forever amen
When death was arrested and my life began (x2)
That’s when death was arrested and my life began

Happy Easter!

Grave

Christ is risen from the dead! By death, he trampling death and to those in the tomb, he granted life!

Music Monday: Do not stand at my grave and weep

Aside from the slightly Pagan overtones ;-), I’ve recently really been enjoying “Do not stand at my grave and weep” by Leah:

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Friday Frivolity: So close, Nietzsche, so close…

I know I should be posting this at Easter and not Christmas, but it made me chuckle so much I decided I just had to share it now…

Was Dead

Regrets of the Dying

“Memento Mori” went the medieval saying…”Remember Death”. In the thoughtful arfticle below, Jennifer Fulwiler talks about the top five regrets of the dying, a very useful resource to read in preparation for a new year…

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