Whatever Ails You

Lying on my bed in agony

I see my Christ come to me,

Crawl toward me on hands and knees

From the corner of my bed;

Wraps me up in blankets and

in Himself,

Incubates my body in the searing

Heat of His Body & Heart.

Only our faces and feet are exposed;

He kisses the top of my head.

I know my sickness is of more than one form,

And I know that my body against Him

Hurts Him,

Pierces His Sacred Presence as venomously as a nail through His wrist.

Yet,

through it all, 

the more my nearness harms Him,

The more tenderly He speaks to me of Love,

The more gently He touches my face.

He is spiritually spread now,

As dead as the TonTon cut open to shelter the body of Skywalker,

Yet still breathing, still suffering,

Still passing each drop of DNA 

Slowly, painfully,

From He to Me;

A soul’s dialysis: This can’t be rushed.

He fills the dark hours of night

With words of Love for me;

My panicked impatience of knowing

I can’t heal faster

He silences with a “hush”

And the touch of His Mighty Right Hand.

He does not take away my pain –

Nor does He claim to –

He rather transforms it:

Fills the intervals with light and hope,

Moves the bodily overwhelm

Away from panic, loneliness

into something new;

Like a loss of virginity (my worldly mind struggles to make up better similes):

I learn to relax

In the arms of He who Truly Loves me,

Learn to trust Him in the lean hours When there is literally 

No one else to hang on to. 

– Morgan Hart

12/16/2018

Bad Etiquette!

Recently, I read a children’s book called Thanks a LOT, Emily Post! About 4 sarcastic children whose happy disobedience is hampered when their mother buys a copy of Emily Post’s Etiquette. It was so funny that I sent a copy to my mother. I don’t know whether she’ll laugh or boo when she gets it.

It called to mind an online conversation I had with a person trying to understand Christianity. This OP had unfortunately grown up in a home where the Bible was held over her head – sometimes literally! – as a criticism of everything she did. She asked me about this supposed conflict: is Christianity a religion of laws and criticism, or a religion of love? I told her that it’s both. I told her, while perhaps her parents were doing it the best they understood, I would not be surprised if they had never read the entire Bible – for themselves, openly, not skipping around from topic to topic or just looking to reinforce the opinions they’d already formed, or the teachings they’d already heard, or throwing away any part that didn’t already make sense to them.

 “If you ever hear somebody quoting Emily Post’s book of Etiquette,” I wrote (checking three times how to spell “Etiquette”), “they’ll usually be criticizing the number of forks someone used, or how they wrote an invitation, or how the seating arrangements went. And it is true that you will find these things in her book. But if you actually read the book Etiquette, starting with the first page, not just skipping around for specific topics, you’ll find a different set of teachings.

“Post was clear from the start – and many times throughout – that good etiquette is about being kind and attentive and making people feel comfortable, even loved. If you got nothing else ‘right’, but everyone had a wonderful time and felt that they had been treated well, then you’ve been a good hostess. All the rules were meant to anticipate/forego possible problems and reinforce kindness to your guests. You put the forks here so that the guests can find them; you phrase the invitation this way so that no guest gets embarrassed by dressing for the wrong event or leaving behind someone you’d intended for them to bring; you put the chairs there so that it’s easier for people to break the ice with newcomers; etc., etc., etc…. However, if you arrange the forks ‘right’, phrase the invitation ‘right’, and arrange the chairs ‘right’, but treat your guests like crap, then you’ve failed.”

The Bible is the same way:

“Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.” – Matthew 22:36-40

“If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. 3 If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to be burned as a martyr that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.” 1 Corinthians 13:1-3

“Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.” 1 Peter 4:8

Anyone who withholds kindness from a friend forsakes the fear of the Almighty.” Job 6:14

A friend loves at all timesProverbs 17:17a

Good evening, and have a good weekend.

God bless!

– Morgan Grace Hart

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Present!

I just had this amazing realization today. It is one of those things you grow up hearing since childhood, but seldom let sink in…

God is HERE! 

He’s not:

  • Somebody from a story I like to daydream about
  • Someone that’s so far away I don’t even get to be with Him until I’m dead
  • Only present when I notice His Presence
  • Somebody who has to leave the room occasionally
  • Someone I can only experience in visions or dreams 

I mean, He’s HERE! He’s not Harry Potter or Peter Pan, someone compelling who we really, really WANT to believe is real. He’s not some **anime character** that we write fanfics about ( ok, well, some of us do…)

God bless you, and have a good weekend.