Jesus is the radiance of God’s glory

 Jesus is the radiance of God’s glory

like the glory of the sunrise? 

or the glow of a campfire. 

Like the glistening sun off new fallen snow? 

Or like Majestic mountains and roaring oceans. 

Like shooting stars and the dancing sky of the aurora borealis, 

Like the smell of fresh baked bread 

or the smell of cloves 

(I always have to close my eyes and drink in the aroma). 

Is it like the sound of crashing waves 

or grand symphonies? 

All so glorious! 

Or like I traveled through a desert 

and I’m finally offered water so I drink deeply. 

but these only a glint, 

the reaching out of the glow of God, 

the beckoning of His radiance, 

calling my attention, 

to my Maker, Savior and King 

We humans stare in awe, 

speechless in wonder, 

tears of humility 

knees week with frailty 

our frame aware of the power of God. 

I envied Moses up on that mountain, 

coming down with God’s glory all over his face. 

but we all with unveiled faces, 

reflect that glory. 

We are crowned (!) 

with that glory. 

There’s a crown to lay at his feet! 

Jesus is the radiance of God’s glory 

and the exact representation of his being 

Like, I love Monet 

by beholding his art. 

And I adore Spurgeon, 

because of his words. 

and some people know my kids, 

because they resemble me 

and share my mannerisms. 

but those all just a glimpse. 

just a type of this, 

because Jesus 

is the exact representation 

of the Father’s being. 

That’s why He told his disciples, 

“Whoever has seen me, 

has seen the Father.” 

Because the way Jesus behaves 

toward the poor, 

the sick and broken, 

makes me adore him, 

and makes me know the Father better 

and trust him more! 

because in his great glory and goodness, 

he laid the foundations of the earth, 

sustaining all things by his powerful word, 

and provided purification for my sins, 

and he is seated in a high and holy place, 

yet, with the broken and humble. 

How could I be invited 

into that compassionate intimacy? 

He has even given us 

his very great and precious promises, 

so we can participate in the divine nature! 

God, has set him above his companions 

by anointing him with the oil of joy 

And so we worship him, 

and adore him in complete surrender. 

Paying attention 

(as warned) 

lest we fall away. 

And in humble awe 

we live to the praise of His glory. 

Kim Damon 

Hebrews 1:3

Barely Hanging On

 Barely Hanging On

Sounds like impending doom

but faith whispers the Lord's promises.

He said:

"I will lose none of those he has given me,

but raise them up at the last day."

 He promised to raise me up.

So when my strength feels tired,

and my mind feels full.

When my heart is conflicted 

and I feel the effects of isolation.

I listen closely,

and hear his voice.

"Nothing can ever separate us from God's love."

"Nothing"

I'm tempted to make a list of all the separating things,

all the reasons I can't feel His love,

but this says "nothing" and goes onto clarify:

"Neither death nor life,

neither angels nor demons,

neither our fears for today

nor our worries about tomorrow-

not even the powers of hell 

can separate us from God's love.

No power in the sky above or in the earth below-

indeed, nothing in all creation

will ever be able to separate us

from the love of God

that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord."

and I'm encouraged.

I spend some time repenting from my steps away,

from my acts of disobedience, and I hear:

"You have abandoned your first love.

remember how far you have fallen.

Repent and go back to what you were doing at first."

More time in prayer.

Not like reciting a dutiful set of words,

but pouring my mournful heart out

to the lover of my soul.

and I know He receives me.

and as I come to him,

I know he comes to me.

And as I seek him with all my heart,

He is found by me.

No longer barley hanging on,

but carried.

How gracious is our God and Lord.

How profound is his love.

He said:

"I live in a high and holy place,

but also with the one who is contrite and humble,

to revive the spirit of the lowly 

and to revive the heart of the contrite."

The Feast

 In my study,
fasting informed
a feast.
Not merely indulging hunger;
Rather a savoring
of God's glory
kindness and goodness,
brought me to 
understand,
I have never
feasted.

A glimpse of Communion past,
a flash of 
Julie McCorman's
dessert table
(maybe)
But never have
I ever
feasted.

Then God gave me an image.
I sat at the table
and the warmth from my bowl 
lifted to my face.
The aroma filled my senses
and I lifted a taste to my lips.
At first touch to 
my tongue
tears welled in my eyes.
I turned and along the table
I saw my Great Grandma,
my Grandma and Grandpa,
and my Dad.
I saw my nephew
and my friend.
I saw all who had gone before me.

And then I felt him.

The glory of the Lord 
was at my side.
And as I turned to face Him,
He poured wine into my glass,
as tears streamed down my face.
He wiped them away,

and knelt down to meet my gaze.

Face to Face
all my life,
every prayer I had prayed
all my sorrow and pain,
were just moments we had shared together.

The brightness of His glory,
the melody of
His Voice,
the rhythm of His breath 

and heartbeat
and mercy
all filled the air

and joy I have never known,
we all enjoyed
at just the first 
bite.

c. Kim Damon