Tikkun Olam – Repairing the World

Today I witnessed the repairing of the world.

Some years ago, a man who fought the tyranny of an oppressor of Israel married a local woman in his city in the Middle East. They moved to what is now my home town. Four and a half years ago, he passed away due to complications from unmanaged high blood pressure.

I had met the man almost a decade ago at a grocery store and gradually got to know his family.

Today began with a walk to pick up a moving truck as I listened to God’s threats of judgment to Israel through Jeremiah. After a short drive, we gathered for prayer, not least of which were prayers for more to come help and for good enough weather to make the move without getting the furniture wet.

A group of believers in the Messiah came together today to move the widow from one end of town in a high priced apartment to another apartment that is more affordable. People came from many different churches, bonded by the love of the Lord and a calling to help a widow.

The LORD listened.

People seemed to come from the East, the West, the North and the South to help the widow move. It was true religion. In a short time, all the furniture was in the truck and hauled across town to her new place.

The multi-talented group included engineers, a senior pastor, young and old, men and women, those with tools and those with sweaty hands and achy backs. We converged to reassemble the furniture in her new home.

The single mother’s children mainly watched and kept a curious distance. Furniture was put in place, arranged, and rearranged several times. The furniture pads were one by one put on the furniture for the move, jostled, and then put off the pieces of furniture then folded.

When the hostess was satisfied with where everything was located in her new home, she spread out the food. We read the Scriptures of the LORD blessing Abram and calling him to move to a new place.

We called on the name of the LORD.

We feasted.

We recounted the works of God: the threat of flooding rains had been stayed, the need for workers had been met, the health of all had been preserved, memories of past healings were recounted. Love was shared as friends, new and old, greeted one another.

Slowly the workers headed home to the various cities we are from. The truck was returned. I even had time to mow my own yard and sweep the sidewalk before the rain came.

When the rain came, it did not flood as the weather man had threatened. It was a gentle mist. I sat on a bench looking at the garden behind my humble abode: my wife had selected the plants with care and helped work with me to tend our own Eden.

Today, I am grateful for the suffering of the Lamb who was slain so that we might feast today.

Grateful for the Carpenter who worked on the Sabbath, repairing the world.

Now I go to bed to rest and dream of even more wonderful things.

This is what Tikkun Olam is all about.

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Coming to Jesus

Friend, if you go to God with arrogance,
He’s apt to keep you out of Heaven’s dance.
And if you come for honor for yourself,
He’ll put your proud position on the shelf.
But if you come to call Christ Jesus, “Lord,”
He’ll meet your pure request with faith’s reward.
For if you seek the good of one another,
You’ll find Christ’s not ashamed to call you, “brother.”
Come together to be fully healed,
And then Messiah’s church will be revealed.
Acknowledge Jesus as the great “I AM,”
And He will feed you as His little lambs.
If you would enter Father’s very home,
Your constant praise and pray’r must be His Throne!
Offer God your life, your love, your very best:
For He’s prepared for you His joy and rest.

Based on my reading of Matthew’s account of the Gospel
during a trip to Western Europe.

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The dew, a drizzle, drenching rain …
When water falls upon the ground
the barren earth is slowly changed
by echoes of the dripping sound.

A cloud far off collects, descends
and rinses air of dust and dry
as God directs the whirling winds
and hears the holy farmer’s cry:

to gather as a roaring flood,
the fuel for some fragrant thyme,
transformed as trees and creatures’ blood.
Its constant motion measures time

erodes hills, deepens valleys, fills
the rainbow, quiets games, then sparks
the lightning-thunder dance; distills
the oceans and leaves dried drops as marks.

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The Body

Rather unique, yet we’re related

distinct, but not too different

pride is humbly dulled

vital part of the whole

gifts shared

mutual care




friends pair

lives spared

the team is made full

fruit is lovingly culled

no longer are we indifferent

rather together, we’re elated.

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Faith, Hope, Love

Faith proves what is unseen like dust

makes evident the hidden wind.

With a simple promise heard, one trusts

for pardon for the times he’s sinned.

Hope presses on with certainty

because at hand is proof of more

to come. Sight sees what was unseen:

Our rising promised by the Lord’s.

And love perfects the rest by service

to the least, the gift secured

by joyful deeds that do not swerve

away from faith and hope assured.

When heaven fin’lly kisses earth,

we’ll know the fruit of our new birth.


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Confessions of a Selfish Person & Prayer of a Person Desiring to Love

I am a very selfish person.

I smirk, when I should serve.

I gather when I should scatter.

I hold on to things when I should let go.

I beg when I should offer.

I consume when I should produce.

I pollute when I should come clean.

I get the best of things when I should help things get better.

Let me not clatter meaning like a gong, but speak with simple courage.

Let me not be proud of my knowledge but use it conscientiously.

Let me not give merely of my time, nor my things, nor offer my body without offering my heart.

I long to be kind to both kin and kings and commoners and cursors of men.

Lord, let me love you and let me love my neighbor,

But do, Lord, simply let me love.

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Waiting to get there.
Waiting for a friend to come back.
Waiting for grandma to get in the car.
Waiting for eternity.
Waiting for now. …

Not everything happens at once.
Not everything is fast.
Not everyone has the courage.
Not everyone is in a hurry.
Not all dreams come true quickly.
Not all days pass in a flash.

… still waiting
will be waiting still when the end of all things come.
And so I won’t pass by the roses,
their thorns or fragrances,
eternity won’t pass me by
for it is in my life today,
for my heart has found the way.

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How in the world can I be sure?

How can I forever be secure?

I take refuge in the truth

that the Messiah came from Ruth

and David, Abraham, and Isaac and Jacob

Judah and yet his still had taken

a throne but still poured out His Life

for His own. He obtained a bride

by serving the least, preparing a feast,

called insane when fasting and choosing to eat

with sinners from the south and seekers from Greece

and making the poor rich and the weak

he made strong. He trough us to do right

and not to get worried or all uptight

but to rest in the hands of the King

His Joy descends on those who seek him and sing!


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Sand or Rock

(I read this parable this week from Matthew, but the writing is from about 4-5 years ago)
House of brick & mortar built on sand:
requiring constant maintenance,
in the desert,
distant, deceptive father of lies.
The father of this house mocks and abuses his children.
Castle carved out of mountainous rock:
Receiving a constant flow of refugees,
amid gardens,
Father of Truth & Love is the Host.
The Father loves to see His name in His many children.
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Wacky Weed

From Rocky Mountain High,
to back alley lows
now in a pseudo-pharmacy
raised by pharmo-farmers,
sold by semi-pros,
smoked and swallowed by licensed sufferers,
deals with doctors:
gateway drug,
now welcomed in the gates,
sold civilly in cities.
Chemical inspiration: no more pain;
lack of motivation: no more gain.

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