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Dawn's Revelation

August 16, 2001

You moved me to move to witness the morning
as you whispered your music in my mind’s ear.
I drank the airy moist wind singing your song
filling my heart with fresh revelations of you.

But ’twas nothing compared to the bright morning star
that lead the open-handed crescent moon into the day
as the clouds were transforming from dark to light
like the gradual molding of our hearts in your hands.

Your pure blue light crescendo in the heavens
and the undercurrent of dim orange and yellow
hinted at promises of the majestic arrival of the sun
in the moment between Eden and the last battle.

I was in awe of the moment until you took me into your glory
and I knew this day was as coal to a diamond
reflections in dark glass for those with weak eyes,
for those just waking can’t stand the strength of daylight

And I was ashamed of my weakness and fell on your grace
With sweet surrender to your constant presence
for I couldn’t imagine why I should ever be dismayed —
or how I could ever doubt your good or forget your love.

How could I, insignificant receiver of glorious dawn,
forget or doubt you, author of all the universes,
Whose glory is more radiant a billion times this moment
after you have made Him to dwell in me as my very life?

Dawn’s Revelation

August 16, 2001

You moved me to move to witness the morning
as you whispered your music in my mind’s ear.
I drank the airy moist wind singing your song
filling my heart with fresh revelations of you.

But ’twas nothing compared to the bright morning star
that lead the open-handed crescent moon into the day
as the clouds were transforming from dark to light
like the gradual molding of our hearts in your hands.

Your pure blue light crescendo in the heavens
and the undercurrent of dim orange and yellow
hinted at promises of the majestic arrival of the sun
in the moment between Eden and the last battle.

I was in awe of the moment until you took me into your glory
and I knew this day was as coal to a diamond
reflections in dark glass for those with weak eyes,
for those just waking can’t stand the strength of daylight

And I was ashamed of my weakness and fell on your grace
With sweet surrender to your constant presence
for I couldn’t imagine why I should ever be dismayed —
or how I could ever doubt your good or forget your love.

How could I, insignificant receiver of glorious dawn,
forget or doubt you, author of all the universes,
Whose glory is more radiant a billion times this moment
after you have made Him to dwell in me as my very life?

Real Economy

For the Son of Man is going to come in his Father’s glory with his angels, and then he will reward each person according to what he has done. Matthew 16:27

In the superb movie, Cinderella Man, Russell Crowe, plays James Braddock, a boxer who loses the heavyweight title after a heartbreaking 15 round decision and subsequently loses everything to bank failures after the stock market crash of 1929. His family barely manages to survive for five years of the great depression when a last minute cancellation gives him a second chance. After a few wins he finds himself about to face the heavyweight champion, Max Baer and a reporter asks him what’s different – why is he winning now? James replies, “this time, I know what I’m fighting for?” When asked what that is, his reply is, “Milk”.

Unlike the marketing slogan, “Got milk”, Braddock means he is fighting for his family – not for excess and indulgence but for survival – for what is essential. But the Christian parody that hijacks the dairy industry’s slogan restating it, “Got Jesus?” also speaks to the truly essential but not just for survival or the temporal but for a thriving and eternal economy that links the day-to-day with the everlasting. Jesus does this on many occasions – “your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us today our daily bread.”, or “It is written: ‘Man does not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.’" or Jesus took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to his disciples, saying, "Take and eat; this is my body." Even the simplest gesture – can have profound impact on eternity. Chris Rice is his powerful song, “The Power of a Moment” pens, “I get so distracted by my bigger schemes. Show me the importance of the simple things like a word, a seed, a thorn, a nail, and a cup of cold water.”

“Giving is a giant lever positioned on the fulcrum of this world,” writes Randy Alcorn in The Treasure Principle, “allowing us to move mountains in the next world. Because we give, eternity will be different – for others and for us.” It makes me picture an apothecary scale with our relatively small giving here causing mountains and cities to be formed in heaven – Christ being the arm between the two economies. This scale is amazing because the fulcrum is so close to the temporal and the arm is short on this side but the weight of glory added in Christ lifts the long arm in eternity to amazingly dramatic proportions. “Still other seed fell on good soil. It came up, grew and produced a crop, multiplying thirty, sixty, or even a hundred times." Mark 4:8. All it takes is the miracle of death and resurrection – Thank you Jesus.

Earl Nightingale dramatically portrays the power of the mind in his famous “Lead the Field” audio series. He points out that a man’s body, even the most developed, is puny compared to that of many animals but the mind can be developed infinitely. Even so, the impact available in our spiritual life makes our mind look as puny as our body. But when both the body and mind use their entire faculty to impact the spiritual, we understand what St. Paul tells to his protégé, Timothy: “For physical training is of some value, but godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come.” 1 Tim 4:8 and we find that, like Paul, we want to say, “I beat my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize.” 1 Corinthians 9:27

Most people don’t invest in the future at all – consumed with possessions in the immediate. But my financial advisor friends talk about the value of the company matched 401K, compound interest, the tax-free Roth IRA but the return on all that pales by comparison to the matched and provided weight of glory in Christ. [But what of that?] For I consider that the sufferings of this present time (this present life) are not worth being compared with the glory that is about to be revealed to us and in us and for us and conferred on us! Romans 8:19 AMP

Point of Rest

June 18, 2001

There are those days we’re on the edge
Barely clinging to the ledge
With blood and sweat and painful wounds
With tears of anguish, tired, consumed.
There are those days of summer green
Of golden light and silver stream
Walking in the cool of day
Absorbing beauty, lithe and gay.
Yet on the days near Eden’s gate
We all too soon do demonstrate
Forgotten purpose of the rest
Accepting this must be the best.
But the scars the journey scribed before
Still linger in the flesh, what’s more,
The arrows lodged below the skin
Do scar our soul and burn within.
Yet pure the silver water flows
Where the patient surgeon waits for those
Ready to trust his steady hand
To cut out the stone beneath the brand
And cleanse in water feet and head
And all between the stains of red
Then to anoint with holy oil
And feed on manna that won’t spoil.
As our old clothes are cast away
We’re newly dressed in the King’s array
Finally in armor, with shield and sword
Complete by final, eternal word
Able to alter the very past
Where, on the ledge, the wounds were cast
And divide asunder flesh and soul
Forgetting the false and making whole.
So now the ledge where we were small
Has become a place of triumph’s call
To praise the awesome mercies wild
That use the wound to heal the child.
Listen to the wind; Fear not!
It does no good to scratch the spot.
Child, come down to the water living
And surrender all to the healer’s giving.

Point of Rest
Copyright ©2001, Michael Todd Boyum. All rights reserved.