With Him in the Mix

With Him in the Mix Images of Jesus Offered by Doug Blair, Waterloo ON, 2020

The Concerted Search This thing never ends

And I have a responsibility.

Waking in this hotel room

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Well into days of business.

The dream was filled with awe

And forewarning.

A place without shafts of sunlight

Without singing of birds

Or laughter of very small children

All pink and perfect.

Undercurrents of grief

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Of abandonment

On a road irreversible.

Hopelessness beyond words

Or circumstance.

And not about to end.

No babies. No new Life.

No happy families.

The manger Child

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Came into view.

And the bowing of all

Eastern wisdom before Him.

The happy noises

Of the carpenter shop

And a Father’s focused coaching.

The wanderings of hillside

And meadow and marketplace.

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Heaven’s touch constantly

Brought to His mind.

The browsing of sacred scrolls

And emergence of the Mission.

Seeking, hurting people

Relieved at side of Lake

By His simple touch or message.

Power figures

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Recoiling and hissing.

Their bankruptcy exposed

And games of sin manipulation.

(Sunday school images all.)

The rest followed quickly:

The debates, the treachery,

The cowardly arrest

The ridiculous trials

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And postures.

And a crowd turned animal

As if a single unit

Beneath the bleeding

And beseeching of

The One Good Man.

Cross-bound‌

In that mutinous unit

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I saw myself

Howling like the rest.

Disgusted at the sufferings.

Not knowing their import.

Until His gaze fell upon me.

Not condemning, but reassuring

That I could do better.

Would do better.

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There was still time.

I awoke.

One full minute before

The front desk’s calling.

I reached out.

The bedside drawer held

One of those Gideon Bibles.

A concerted search

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Had been birthed

Out of merciful terror

And longing.

I would become

That New Creation.

In Christ.

The greatest of businesses

Now very clear.

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In the Order of Melchizedek

Father I wear them on my heart

A delightful burden

For the priestly call

I love them all.

As parent for a tumultuous Clan

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I know what’s in Man

Been there for the whole ambit

Suffered, bled, died

Rose with laughter

The Grave a humbled foe.

Father might they all know

Did it for them

Would do it again

But thankfully “once” was enough.

And Spirit conveys the right stuff

To hungry, thirsty ones.

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Your daughters and sons.

(Read Hebrews 7 through 9)

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I Was There

Had I seen the torment

And ridicule you suffered

Had I seen the demons

Behind the cast of men.

Had I seen the lashings

And piercings rake your body

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Could I ever lightly

Regard your Cross again?

Could I go on living

As if the sin were trivial?

Could I enter worship

With casual thoughts in mind?

Would I rather fall down

And plead the Father’s mercy

Knowing in that foul crowd

My leering face I’d find.

Yet you uttered ‘Father

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Forgive them in your kindness.

They do not yet fathom

The awesome thing now done.’

Scarce could I believe that

God heeded your petition

Washed my record clean

In the bleeding of His Son.

Morbid, some will say at

My point of view now altered

‘He’s one of us

And we try to live aright.’

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Jesus, there’s still time

For the breaking and the blessing

Visit these dear loved ones

And give them Gospel sight.

Music the World Over

We wait for that feeling

As hearts open wide

Perhaps it’s an old tune

Remembered inside.

Or come from a far land

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Still hearts beat the same

And melodies settle

And troubled thoughts tame.

It seems to be boundless

For older folk too

They meet us in music

As kinship comes through.

Some laughter escaping

Some tears shed as well

A wave of emotion

We’re lost in the swell.

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Oh might it continue

This tryst in our song

A family in music

Who must get along.

The final strains building

And bursting with love

And we are told singing

Is paramount Above.

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Show me a king

And one without compromise

One who is truly

In touch with the poor

Training their children

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And filling their pantries

Bringing real justice

Like none seen before.

Show me a king

Who can see through all postures

Scorning the bribe

And the fawning of frauds

Quick to decide

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‘Gainst the trickster or bully

Sifting things righteous

Like no other gods.

Show me a king

Who would die for the wayward

Meekly accepting

The wicked’s cruel scorn.

And I will show you

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A sure way to Heaven

Christ’s throne to share

With all gladly twice-born.

Prayer: Heavenly Father, these writings are mere facets of shimmering from the Diamond that is Jesus Christ. Out of the ground; released from immense pressures; alive evermore; proving dazzling and wonderful in ever-new revelations to the hungry, searching and contrite. Please draw many to the life-giving impact of your Four Gospels, Acts of Apostles and Psalms. Filled with light, comfort, help and hope. This I ask in Jesus’ Name. (Acts 4: 9-14) Amen

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