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  • He Came Down

     

    He knows that which he created,

    Every impression on our hearts, he knows

    The lift of lightness as we meet new life

    A first cry, a first bloom, a first prayer

    The welling of wonder as nature declares us small

    An ancestry, a vast ocean, a clear night sky

     

    He knows that which he created,

    And he has made himself known by entering in

    A first cry, he took

    A first prayer, he said

     

    He knows that which he created,

    Every impression on our bodies, he knows,

    The gravity of grief as life departs

    A final breath, a final petal, a final conversation

    The depths of devastation as flames swallow our homes

    A suffering body, a hurting eco-system, an abusive relationship

     

    He knows that which he entered,

    And yet his death was not final,

    His suffering not in vain,

    He came down,

    So that we may know that we have not been abandoned,

    Forgotten,

    Or shamed,

    He came down,

    So that we may know that hope has a name: Jesus Christ

    The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth. (John 1:14)

  • A glimpse of the future.

    I've had to learn a lot about anxiety this year. I've learnt that it affects more people than we realise*. I've observed that it affects individuals differently. I've heard stories of many courageous men and women who give voice to their experiences with anxiety. 

    There are many causes of diagnosed anxiety and mine was the result of some serious burn out. To live in an age where there is significant medical research and professional help available to those who suffer from mental health issues is beyond my understanding. I am entirely grateful for the pioneers, advocates, researchers and champions that have brought us this far. 

    Anxiety often leaves me in the dark; unable to feel the warmth of yellow (community), unable to predict a storm (panic attacks) and unable to lift my gaze from the valley (depression/inertia). I've learnt that faith in Jesus does not mean immunity any more than we should expect to be immune to the flu. It's been a steep learning curve; a curve I may or may not see the tail end of soon. But it is precisely faith in Jesus which helps me to know that God is concerned with all my thoughts - the good and the bad. On the cross, he entered darkness so that we might have hope, that brokenness like anxiety, will one day be a problem no more. His life is our life. His future is our future. 

    Thank you to all the yellow in my life who help me to see this truth. You are a glimpse of a glorious future. 

    'If I say, 'Surely the darkness shall cover me, 
    and the light about me be night,'
    even the darkness is not dark to you;
    the night is bright as the day,
    for darkness is as light with you.'
    Psalm 139:11-12