“May You Live in Uncertain Times”

This builds on an image I’ve had in prayer before: that I’m comfortably wrapped in cloth, but in such a way that I can’t speak, or see, or freely move. I am laying in a warm, safe place, and Jesus is with me, not talking, but making sure that nothing bothers me while I’m in this state.

It’s practice. Every time I’ve seen it, it’s practice. The future is terrifying – we can’t see or know what’s going to happen; often we’re helpless to influence its progression. Sometimes even the present is blinding, deafening, paralyzing. But the message of this daydream I’ve had in prayer is always this: there is no need to panic. There is no need to panic simply because we are unable to understand or manipulate the things around us. We can lay still through the darkness, and choose not to panic. The inability to see or do does not automatically mean danger. The things that make us powerless are not always bad things.

When I first had this image in prayer, I was terrified. I fought against the cloths that bound me, I wanted my eyes and mouth uncovered. Gradually, however, I began to settle down. I went a little longer each time. I started to really comprehend that I was in no danger, but instead protected. It began to feel right to be in the Presence of God this way – not speaking, not fighting Him, not seeking to see ahead but instead to be present. I’m not saying that the Love of God binds us in this manner – I’m saying time does. And the more we can realize that our inability to affect the outcome does not give us license to panic, the better.

It’s hard to talk about this next part, because it was very recent and still very emotional to me. But I hope that You can benefit from what I learned. I saw Jesus take me like this, bound and unable to see or move, only enabled to walk. He led me down a bank and I quickly realized He was walking me right into the ocean. I felt the water coming up my sides, clean and comfortable, and I was happy, but I had no ability to swim. Taking to the water, Jesus swam out and guided me by His one hand on me… we submerged, and He moved closer to breathe air into my lungs. Now I was completely reliant on Him  – I could not get air but for His periodic gifting of it; I could not keep myself moving and not sinking except for His hand guiding me.

And if this visual sounds terrifying, let me tell You, having been there, and felt it – it felt wonderful. It was a wonderful moment of proximity to my God, and I found myself in wonder, yet again, that He lets me touch Him so much. He is so far and beyond me, something I should no more be running my filthy hands over than a masterpiece painting or a perfectly white wall. He is Holy, and yet He lets me touch Him.

In a moment when this country is so torn apart – for reasons everyone knows without me mentioning – this seemed incredibly relevant to share. Everyone is in a blind panic, upset about a major change coming. They don’t know how it’s going to affect their lives, their home. But being unable to clearly see ahead is not license to panic. As Christians, we are told “do not worry” (Matthew 6:25). We are told “you do not know what a day may bring” (proverbs 27). God tells us, “I know the plans I have for you… plans to prosper you and not to harm you” (Jeremiah 29). We are told that “neither the present or the future…will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus”. So, as the Bible says, “Let not your hearts be troubled, and be ye not afraid”-Jesus (John 14).

The Cleft of His Heart

(Image courtesy of Jim Berry, www.cayman365.com)

In my mind’s eye, while I was praying, I saw myself coming up to Jesus on the cross, seeing Him bleeding and hurting, so indescribably torn up. I started to cry, and reached up to touch His injured feet with my hands. He smiled at me, as best He could with His face so beaten, and His voice was filled with affection for me. “If my hands were free to do so,” He told me, “I’d hug you right now.” I cried and cried, and finally said to Him, “Jesus, I care about You. It’s so painful to see You so…broken.” “Yes,” He said, “but the breaks are where you get in. They’re openings. Just like the cleft in the rock where you are held safe, so the fissures of my Heart are carved out for you, a place for you to be hidden.” [This was also in answer to some prayertime I had had with Him recently, about what to do if you really need a safe place to go for rest, but aren’t physically able to leave where you are.] He continued, “as an infant is safe inside its mother’s womb, so you can rest safe inside of Me.”

I kept imagining it, as my kind of peace-image: being at total peace in my Lord Christ, in the depths of His heart, in stasis in the warmth and nourishment of His Blood.

God bless you,

Morgan Grace Hart

Exodus 33:18-23; John 6:53-59; Romans 6:11

How Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade Totally Blew It

(SPOILERS ALERT!)

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, it was the 80’s, and Kingdom of the Crystal Skull did not exist.

Instead, we had the original trilogy of the Indiana Jones movies.

The last of these movies was aptly titled, “The Last Crusade”. It was the (for a while, at least) last Indiana Jones movie, and a movie about searching for religious artifacts.

The movie climaxes in an iconic scene where Indy and “bad guy” must locate the Holy Grail (AKA the cup Jesus used at the Last Supper) from among a room full up cups. Bad guy, knowing very little about Christ, chooses the biggest, most expensive chalice in the room. The guardian of the Grail replies, “you have chosen poorly,” and bad guy dies. (Ok, that’s a really oversimplified version, but stay with me here). Indy says to himself – correctly – that Jesus was a carpenter’s son. Thus, Indy chooses the very simplest, most humble cup in the room. The guardian says “you have chosen wisely,” and Indy doesn’t die (and whether or not this is a good thing depends on how you felt about the Crystal Skull).

But that’s not necessarily correct, because the Grail never belonged to Jesus! In the Bible it clearly says that Jesus, who had given up pretty much everything He owned by this point in His ministry, asked a complete stranger for use of an already set-up room for this meal. Now, to put this in perspective, crashing a Passover meal is about like showing up at someone’s house at Thanksgiving to say that you and your followers  have need of their spare room and entire meal. I don’t know who that guy was that lent Jesus the entire 2nd floor of his house and his entire 12-person meal, while he and his own family presumably sat in the kitchen eating sandwiches without plates, but that guy was AWESOME. Way to put God first.

So, getting back to Indiana Jones, we have no idea what the cups in the good stranger’s house looked like. They could have been plain, or, more likely, since he was able to spare food and room for thirteen spontaneous guests, they probably had at least a little swag going on.

So, if the day ever comes that someone invites you over to their house to watch a 20-year-old movie, you can pause it at the iconic climax, Google this entry, read it aloud, and feel confident in pointing out that Indiana Jones is not theologically accurate.

I never said this story had a really important point.
God Bless Ya,

Morgan Hart

(For the full account, read Matthew 26:17-19, or Mark 14:12-17, or Luke 22:7-14.)

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