Adventures in Sitting

Probably most of us have gone to meetings of one sort or another, where the object is to see if you can survive 12 hours of sitting still and listening or reading (or both). Denominational meetings are like that. A certain weariness sets in after the first 9 hours... it seems that all the pages start looking the same, and the discussion sounds like your mother singing to you, putting you to sleep for the night after tucking you in. You doze, and open your eyes and more papers have grown in the empty space on the table. There are important things discussed, and welcomed 'breaks', but it still does not take away from the problem of the human body not being built for sitting for that long of a time for several days...

OK, I know there are some who enjoy the banter and 'eat up' the procedural stuff, and Robert's Rules of Order sits right next to their Bibles. That's OK... 'more power to them.' For me, it's an exercise in endurance.

.... more of my poetry.

The Rain


The rain passes, eventually
But in the meantime
It clouds our vision
It makes us wet
And we slosh through oceans.

It's a fascinating sound
Sometimes pounding the house
Sometimes caressing the flowers
It makes us tired
And we sleep

It makes us anxious at times
It invades our plans
It comes uninvited
It disturbs our sensibilities
And we observe the dark clouds.

It sustains the land
It fills our wells
It renews the earth
It cleanses the air
And everything is new.

It is a picture of our hearts
It washes away the dust -
The shadows in my spirit
That make me want to cry
And I am refreshed!





By Richard D. Harris
April 2009

Harassing Alligators!

TELL ME... Who in their right mind would HARASS an Alligator!!! ..... I guess there are people who do such foolish things! It just makes no sense at all!

It reminds me of Christians who "play" with sinful activities that can "bite"! You are asking for trouble! What we at first think is fun... turns out the be what the KJV Bible says is the "pleasures of sin for a season". In other words, it might be fun to mess with an Alligator... but if you don't pay attention... it WILL bite you! There is no logical explanation "why" we do dumb stuff... but we are all prone to it. I am sure there are occasions when even the "safest" among us steps out on a limb an does something "wild"... it is just in those weak moments when the Alligator will snap! On the other hand, there are some among us who somehow think that the Alligator will never be interested in us... and we mess with it anyway! Then it snaps!

There is a good reason the sign is there! It is a reminder that there are consequences for poor choices... and the size of the bite is dependant on the size of the Alligator you are playing with!

SERVING AT THE MISSION

Our church has a unique ministry to the men of the Market Street Mission in Morristown NJ. We have a service and dessert night once or twice a year, mostly at our church, but this time at the Mission.

Our church family makes the desserts and provides the venue for a great evening of music and fellowship with people we would probably never have a chance to rub shoulders with. I see this as a great opportunity to have our church folks get to interact with the homeless and addicted, and build bridges with the "outcasts" of our society and show them that there are people in the church that do care, and want to serve them. The service is composed of music that we sing, and some that the men of the mission sing every day in their chapel. It is such a delight to hear and participate with them as they sing their hearts out with music we are not familiar with. It is truly a 'cross-cultural' experience. I am so proud to be part of this church that has opened it's doors and hearts to the 'weakest' among us.

As you can see in the photo there is a lot of literal 'shoulder rubbing' going on.

More from Norway

Norway Fjords... one of my most favorite places on earth. I am so privileged to have been able to see this part of God's creation... I am also so very grateful to God for giving us such a sweet and wonderful friend in Irene, a long time member in our church who now lives in Sweden. She graciously took us to see the Fjords and other parts of Norway when we were on vacation the summer before last. I have so many fantastic photos that it is taking me a long time to go through each one and run them through my photo enhancers.

What was so very encouraging was the vibrant Evangelical Christian movement in that region of the world. We attended a "tent meeting" in the town we stayed in with our host. There is a genuine moving of the Holy Spirit in the Scandinavian countries. There is a huge traditional "state church" movement, and it seems to be more cultural than anything, but there are real, genuine believers who want to make a difference in their communities for Christ. It was really neat to meet other believers who were excited about the Lord!

Any comments on the photo?

Worried?

It is always a good thing when people look to helping others, especially when times are tough. We are all worried about the economy, but then again, maybe the bright side of the cloud is found in the fact that we are oftentimes more generous... and probably more gracious... since we are all hurting in some fashion.

Our church is making a special project of preparing for those people who might need a "lift" during this economic "down-turn". We in the church are vulnerable to the same weakness of the human condition as everyone else. We worry about all kinds of things (right now, it seems, it is the financial crisis our country and world are facing.

My church sign message is that we need to look out for each other, we need to look at what we have in our pared-down barns and see what we can offer to our neighbors.

Recession might not be a bad thing.

What about Music...

I wanted to say something about my poem that I posted recently - "My Music."

On the last line of this stanza I said: "Then comes a blush..."

Majestic…lyrical…circling
Sounds invade my soul
Images sparkle before me
As the music swells and dies.
Then comes a blush.

(Poem found here)

When I was writing the poem I had an instant 'flashback' to the first time I heard live music in a restaurant. There was an older gentleman playing an accordion (Italian restaurant, of course), and a young lady was with him walking about the place singing for the patrons. When they got to the area where my wife and I were sitting, I remember the incredible power of the music as it was performed (a classical Italian piece)... and I was so struck by the majesty of the moment that it made me blush... and I clapped along with everyone else... all were moved in that moment. My blush was from an excitement of being presented with truly fine music that someone put many hours (years) in perfecting, and they were giving it as a gift to us.

I thought about changing that line, thinking that some people might misunderstand or think it a misplaced word... but it is not a misplaced word.