Sunday, July 25, 2010

Love Defined.





























Love Protects.
He stood by her side every night, dressed all in white. He appeared by her bed as she lay there dying. He appeared in her dreams every night, embracing her, healing her, and cradling her. Unlike any other men who have abused her, who have hurt her, who have lied to her in life, he did nothing but protect that dying and broken heart.

Love Feels.

He led her to the house of prayer, to the house of the Father. In the biggest room of the house, there was a big and beautiful bed. It looked so comfortable and cozy. In fact, the room itself was so comfortable that it was named the room of intimacy. Yet, she saw the small door under the bed and asked him where that door lead to. He said, it leads to the weeping room and few will choose to follow him there. She followed because he went there. As she walked in the small room after him, she saw only one window and one chair, and she heard the weepings and cries of the whole Earth.

Love Waits.

He picked up a wallet. He saw a note. It said: To Michael Harding, I love you, Michael, but my parents will not let us be together. But do not worry, I love you and I will never give my love to anyone else. - Hannah, 1961. He found Hannah in a nursing home, smiling while he asked about Michael. Hannah said, when you find Michael, tell him that I love him still. He walked out of Hannah's room, and ran into a nurse. He showed the nurse the note and asked if she knew a Michael Harding. The nurse said, ah that Mr. Harding, he always loses his wallet. He is up on the 6th floor. 2 weeks later, he received a wedding invitation in the mail.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Abba

(Credit: Shang Chen Photography)

Perhaps we don't remember, that one second of time when he held us up. Some of us remember by that single yellow-edged photograph. Father, daddy...some of us have one, some of us have multiple, and some of us claim to have none.

Those times when we laughed, those times when we whined, even those times when we fell, he stood by. We saw the wide-shouldered grown-up man just standing by. He stood by laughing with us; he stood by aching with us; and he stood by yearning to offer help. Yet, he never seemed to be moving toward us. Some of us didn't even see a man.

Yet, the second we turned away from him, his strong arms dragged us back and lifted us up. Sometimes I wonder, how is he so fast, so strong that I have no power or even desire to struggle against him. I suppose, I have always wanted to be brought back, to be held up, and to be lifted high.

For some time, I saw independent crawling more desiring simply because I wanted a life away from the righteous, away from the one who gave life to me. Before that...I didn't even see him.

Now it is my struggle, to want your attention before I turn away and to want your strong arms before I fall. I don't want to just wait...I am too scared to wait...and I need you to know that I want your touch of grace more than anything that I can ever ask for. Hold me, daddy, hold my heart.

I've been so afraid, afraid to close my eyes
So much can slip away before I say goodbye
But if there's no other way, I'm done asking why
'Cause I'm on my knees begging You to turn to me
I'm on my knees, Father, will You run to me.