Life is a process of living, full both of wonder and mystery. Last night two of our grandchildren, Matthew and Charlotte Manning arrived with Matthew's friend Sam (Samantha). This morning I woke to an email invitation from another grandson's wife, Jill in California, to be a friend on Facebook. Later this morning our son Paul arrives with his wife Kristin and their children, Annika, Colin, and Kajsa, plus Gunther, their hundred-pound Lab. And tomorrow morning our Son Peter arrives briefly with his Bonnie's brother Kurt Peterson and their families for lunch, after which they take Charlotte with them to Winnetka Covenant Church's Family Camp at Covenant Point in Iron River, Michigan, a bit over an hour away.
"They come and they go," as Alyce's mother used to say of her seven children and their families. We're seven in all with our five children, though through them we have fifteen grandchildren, with another on the way, plus six great-grandchildren!
What blesses Alyce and me is our whole family's commitment to being together whenever there is opportunity. And though that is a challenge for us at our age, it is nonetheless an untold blessing. Who can explain the wonder and mystery of it all?
Better to heed the biblical injunction concerning God's superintending grace: Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will direct your paths (Proverbs 3:5,6).
You can sing it, too, you know. There are two musical settings in The Covenant Hymnal: A Worshipbook, both crafted in one way or another by brother Covenanters. One (No 406) is a canon that invites you to sing and others to respond. It is by Californian Roland Tabell. The other (No. 423) is by Rick Carlson, newly arrived as a pastor of one of our churches in Florida.
To try analytically to figure everything out in life--much less seek to control it--is surely a dead end. Much better to live into the wonder and mystery of it and acknowledge day by day the Sovereign One who alone both understands and superintends it all.
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About Me
- James R Hawkinson
- White Bear Lake, MN, United States
- Nearly seventeen years into retirement, I am enjoying the opportunity to share thoughts and life experiences on a regular basis. This blog is part of a larger personal website at www.rootedwings.com. Your comments, thoughts, and life experience responses are not only invited but welcome!
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Alyce and Jim
Lest We Forget
Are we forgetting
the things that remain?
One often wonders
in looking around.
A child, leaving church
was in a quand’ry,
not concerning faith
but concerning sports.
‘It is a bummer,’
he said ruefully,
‘The Vikings are on
during my game time.’
Innocent enough,
as boys tend to be.
Yet it made me sad
and broken in heart.
Where is life, really?
What are we teaching
our children to think
subliminally?
O Lord God of Hosts,
come down within us,
lest yearning for life
we fail to find it.
Renew our passion
to gather ‘round you,
lest we all forget
where true glory waits.
JRH
1/31/10
the things that remain?
One often wonders
in looking around.
A child, leaving church
was in a quand’ry,
not concerning faith
but concerning sports.
‘It is a bummer,’
he said ruefully,
‘The Vikings are on
during my game time.’
Innocent enough,
as boys tend to be.
Yet it made me sad
and broken in heart.
Where is life, really?
What are we teaching
our children to think
subliminally?
O Lord God of Hosts,
come down within us,
lest yearning for life
we fail to find it.
Renew our passion
to gather ‘round you,
lest we all forget
where true glory waits.
JRH
1/31/10
Outside and In
Outside in the night
a lamp shines
on a single pole
in an empty lot
behind our home.
Humanly speaking
its lone beam
is hardly enough
to explain the warmth
I feel on waking.
Yet borne by Spirit
and filter’d
by prisms of color
created elsewhere
it fuels my soul.
Who should be so blest
as to know
and feel what I do
time and time again
when light breaks through.
Inside it is morn,
time to wake
and offer God praise
with kindred spirits
who understand.
Night never prevails.
Sing it now!
Rise, shine, be thankful,
for your redemption
is drawing near.
JRH
8/11/98
a lamp shines
on a single pole
in an empty lot
behind our home.
Humanly speaking
its lone beam
is hardly enough
to explain the warmth
I feel on waking.
Yet borne by Spirit
and filter’d
by prisms of color
created elsewhere
it fuels my soul.
Who should be so blest
as to know
and feel what I do
time and time again
when light breaks through.
Inside it is morn,
time to wake
and offer God praise
with kindred spirits
who understand.
Night never prevails.
Sing it now!
Rise, shine, be thankful,
for your redemption
is drawing near.
JRH
8/11/98
Grandchildren
You stand there, in space and time,
not unlike seedlings budding,
planted by streams of water.
Living out of your own roots
you too carry the Word.
No random selves, you were each
born to fulfill some promise,
no matter how soon or late.
In clearly diff’rent stages
You still bear similar marks.
Trunk and bark and leaves diff’ring
do not mask the common grain
that grows new rings ev’ry year.
Who knows in time how God works
to bind such layer’d wonders?
Ever taller and deeper,
in whatever loam God plants,
one sees a whole new promise.
Be not each your own, alone,
But care for others and earth.
You must sow the seed you are
and see your lives in common,
lest fear or pride deceive you.
You were born for godly things,
to stand tall and grow and bless.
JRH
12/7/03
not unlike seedlings budding,
planted by streams of water.
Living out of your own roots
you too carry the Word.
No random selves, you were each
born to fulfill some promise,
no matter how soon or late.
In clearly diff’rent stages
You still bear similar marks.
Trunk and bark and leaves diff’ring
do not mask the common grain
that grows new rings ev’ry year.
Who knows in time how God works
to bind such layer’d wonders?
Ever taller and deeper,
in whatever loam God plants,
one sees a whole new promise.
Be not each your own, alone,
But care for others and earth.
You must sow the seed you are
and see your lives in common,
lest fear or pride deceive you.
You were born for godly things,
to stand tall and grow and bless.
JRH
12/7/03
Pass It On!
Our inheritance flows
like a fresh, clean stream
from the heart of God.
Who knows where it begins
or finally ends
in oceans of time?
Whatever we may say
is inadequate
to trace it clearly,
except that God once gave
and still is giving
out of love for us.
We are never worthy
to receive or share
the fruits of such grace!
No wonder we long now
to offer God thanks,
"Thanks for ev'rything!"
And, after the off'ring,
to reach, teach, and love
those yet without hope.
JRH
The Covenant Companion
June, 1991
like a fresh, clean stream
from the heart of God.
Who knows where it begins
or finally ends
in oceans of time?
Whatever we may say
is inadequate
to trace it clearly,
except that God once gave
and still is giving
out of love for us.
We are never worthy
to receive or share
the fruits of such grace!
No wonder we long now
to offer God thanks,
"Thanks for ev'rything!"
And, after the off'ring,
to reach, teach, and love
those yet without hope.
JRH
The Covenant Companion
June, 1991
Roots exist forn the wings that propel them into life as we know it.
Wings exist to magnify the creative power of roots within them
Wings exist to magnify the creative power of roots within them