Ground Zero

Two projectiles, piercing humanity, striking out at God.

Flesh torn, metal exploding and fire blood drips down,

Pooling at ground zero.

Saturating the world at its center.

Unbelief pilots.  Mobs defy reason.

Terror crowns the Glory and evil dips his wings in compliance.

And blood streams down again,

Through the heart of the matter.

Nerve endings absorb the impact of the weight of it all.

Hallowed Ground opens up.

It is finished. Forsaken.

Earth shudders and the tree drips in wreckage,

Pounded down past the crust of regret.

Sacrifice for all, Greatest of Love is this,

A brother who lays down His own life…

The World is heavy and tears start to fall

The water and the blood move

To extinguish the fire burning soul deep.

The skies grow quiet, ashes fall

---And some fall,

Down on our knees,

Grace arises, removes the concrete rubble.

The stones of the living resolve, freedom fight.

Let’s roll.

And we believe again.

We know Love again.

We’re made Holy again.

Soldier on to make peace.

Shine light beams to Heavens door.

Honor the brave hearts,

In the stairwells of our lives.

Stretch out arms east to west,

Search out, pay it forward.

Glide on wings like Eagles in freedom.

Say, “I love you,” with grace abounding,

For it binds up the wounds.

Live fearless, transfomed.

Remembrance waters run deep.

Never forget that day, what was done,

What’s been undone.

Amen.

Lamentations 3:20-23
"I well remember them, and my soul is downcast within me. Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. (NIV) AMEN."

 Thoughtfully, Coleene 

Window Seat

As I boarded the plane, I was told my seat was a certain row and "B", the middle seat. I, of course, was hoping for a window seat, so I could have a view. Straining my neck, I could only see a little of the fading landscape, the Earth in which we live becoming that three-dimensional topography map at the county fair. I wanted more of that view, to see where I was headed and what lies beneath me, anticipate my destination.

Ephesians 1: 3-6 With a view...things in the heavens and things upon the Earth...

God has blessed me by giving me a "window seat''. He has given me a "view" of my place in heaven as I receive His blessings on Earth. He allows me through His grace to establish my foundation in Him, my rich topography, filled with valleys and peaks, to have hope of my final destination. His itinerary is His will for my life.

Ephesians 1: 7-12 With a view of the fullness of the times...

As I stay on course, stick to my flight plan, I am assured of a safe landing. I am redeemed

and lavished upon, first class all the way. Not only do I enjoy a window seat, but my view through the porthole, which is Christ, allows me a glimpse of the Heavens as well as knowing the

landscape. The recognition of the hills, valleys and refreshing streams upon the surface is God's revealing wisdom and insight from above. I was among the first to board, a priority passenger as they say, placing my hope in the Captain, and I give Him my praise for He will navigate my life into His glory.

Ephesians 1: 13-15 With a view to the redemption...

I am buckled in after listening to instructions, reading his Word. Now confident in my safety plan, the Holy Spirit of promise holds on to me, keeping me secure in my position in Christ. With unsurpassing greatness, the jet engines of God's power rev up inside me as I give thanks for the working of His "strength of His might." As the plane flies above the clouds, I think of heavenly places and those who have left on an earlier flight. They are now seated at His feet. Someday, that too will be my home, my final destination. For now, my prayer is to continue my travels, sightseeing through the eyes of the Spirit with Christ as my tour guide. I know when the turbulence comes, I am assured of calm air on the other side because I have put my trust in my Pilot, my Heavenly Father. Amen.