Saturday, November 25, 2006

Heartbeat

Heartbeat: Originally Posted Summer 2005

After an exhuasting three weeks, I took a day off to just rest. I have been running and today was the day to just spend time with my boy.

As my daughter went to school we just laid there watching some cartoons together. Laughing. He got up and walked over to me. Simply climbing, he made his way up on to my laying body and laid smack dab on top of me. As I laid there, we were motionless, except for an occasional giggle from a wise crack of Jimmy Newtron.

With his head nessled into his fathers chest, his child size ear was buried against my pounding chest. Less than a minute passed and then he spoke.

"Dad, I hier yoy hart poundin, its loud."

I paused, as if I could control my beats...

He continued.

"Dad, it's tawkin to me."

"What's it saying?" I asked

"Your harwts, said that it wuvs me"



*****

At that point, time froze. Hear was a child in the arms of the father. Two people, one heart. One life. One love. One.

At that moment, I was overwhelmed. As the father, I would have done anything for him. His subtle and yet simple words froze me. Amazing how we are wired. When the child speaks, daddy listens.

By this I am encouraged. Not only as a dad, but as a child.

Do me a favor. Find Dad. His heart is screaming I wuv you.

Frozen in a moment with a child
Jharp

Monday, November 06, 2006

Storm

Storms.


It seemed to be like any other day. They had headed across a little lake in the boat. As the waves pounded and blue skies darkened, panic must have set in.

The confused disciples scurried on deck. One of them abandoned the rest to search the belly of the boat. In the middle of chaos and confusion, lie a sleeping Savior. With a voice raspy from yelling commands of survival, the disciple screamed, "Master, don't you care? We are about to die!"

The Savior who never sleeps nor slumbers had need for a little R&R down below. Rising as a mystical power and ruler over barometric pressure Jesus spoke.

The silence from the Savior was broken. He said three words; “Peace be still.” The scary sky that formed a spider web of destruction was calmed. The waves flattened to a smooth sea of glass.

For the waves to ignore Jesus would be like the clay rising in rebellion against the hands of a skilled potter. This was the Cosmic Chemist who created H2o.

What storms do you face?
What waves and winds of destruction are pounding you?
Who is with you?

Call and he will settle the dispute.

Storm

Storms.


It seemed to be like any other day. They had headed across a little lake in the boat. As the waves pounded and blue skies darkened, panic must have set in.

The confused disciples scurried on deck. One of them abandoned the rest to search the belly of the boat. In the middle of chaos and confusion, lie a sleeping Savior. With a voice raspy from yelling commands of survival, the disciple screamed, "Master, don't you care? We are about to die!"

The Savior who never sleeps nor slumbers had need for a little R&R down below. Rising as a mystical power and ruler over barometric pressure Jesus spoke.

The silence from the Savior was broken. He said three words; “Peace be still.” The scary sky that formed a spider web of destruction was calmed. The waves flattened to a smooth sea of glass.

For the waves to ignore Jesus would be like the clay rising in rebellion against the hands of a skilled potter. This was the Cosmic Chemist who created H2o.

What storms do you face?
What waves and winds of destruction are pounding you?
Who is with you?

Call and he will settle the dispute.