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

Rest

Mom would say it when I was sick

maybe with a hand on my forehead.

Something you long for when pushing through 

a full day, or week, or year.

But there's a deeper meaning than just physical.

Rest can be mental and spiritual.

A mind that is racing with worry and fear,

regret, and self-loathing.

A spirit that feels forgotten by God,

or worse, unloved by Him.

"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened."

Unloved by Him?

These are His words.

Jesus is the friend who comes along side the weary soul

and offers help; 

offers a solution.

"Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble of heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."

He offers a solution.

When I'm tired, it's generally 

because I haven't taken Him up on this sweet offer.

Our humble, gentle hearted friend,

who longs to labor with us

who longs for us to learn from Him,

still makes the invitation.

Shalom dear friends!

"Today when you hear his voice, do not harden your hearts"

The Alter

Father,
I lay my addictions 

before you today.
Help me with fleshly 

distractions and hungers.

Phone
shopping
news
social media
alcohol
fried foods
sweet treats
caffeine

Father, 

help me to bring my attraction,
and magnetism of soul
to your alter, 

and release them to you.

Surely I was set free to walk in freedom.

I want to be sparked into 
the flame of action
by your Spirit alone.
I want o rest in the peace of gratitude
and rejoice in the 

God of my salvation 

alone.
I want to love you 

with all of my heart
all of my soul
all of my strength
all of my time
all of my money
all of my attention.

God, I want to love you with all 

that is within me,

and all at my disposal
for your glory 
and for my joy.

2022 was hard.

 2022 was hard.

As I look back,

this was not my hardest year,

but so many hard things happened,

I owe it to myself to say

this was hard

I don't mean to complain.

I actually am not fond of complaining,

not from others,

not from self.

Still,

how do you know

how miraculous the sustaining,

how do you know how costly the rescue,

if you do not know how difficult 

the preceding events?

When I had my presbytery,

it was so glorious,

so so encouraging and uplifting,

I thought it was imperative that I explain

the context,

the need for these words.

The prophets gave me medicine 

by their visions and scriptures,

and I had been struggling in silence.

So I shared about the spinal cord tumor,

and the clumsy, painful weakness 

that preceded their words.

I found myself surrounded by my loving church family;

prayed for by so many.

I was humbled by gifts and cards 

and words of encouragement

as well as the Lord

(daily)

giving me strength for each moment.

and words,

for each frustrating new limitation.

and then meds 

which clouded my mind a bit 

but managed the pain.

And then my dad died.

And then my dog died.

And it was hard.

So I said to God:

"You gave me those comforts to sooth my soul,

I need you to comfort me by your own hand now"

And of coarse God,

being God,

did.

So in answer to hard,

God increased his personal help to me.

And then I had a month of breathing trouble.

If I say it was easier not to inhale,

and that I rested in the peace of surrender 

with each breath,

that would describe the (yet undiagnosed)

sarcoidosis that had swelled the lymph nodes in my lungs.

And God helped me more.

He helped me to be at peace (again) with dyeing.

I am as ok about being here 

as I am about being with the Lord in Heaven.

which only sounds dark,

if you have not wrestled with mortality,

and been healed from fear.

OK, 2022 was hard.

But it was also full of love.

I said to the Lord 

(I'm sorry to admit)

"If I had no self love,

I'd have no love at all!"

Then the Lord showed me in a thousand ways

(after immediately saying sorry)

Just how much love he has showered over me

through humans.

I think that's my problem with complaining,

when you state the negative thought in your head,

you rob yourself (and others)

of seeing all the miraculous things 

that buffet us and buoy us up 

in the sea of our trial.

When teaching a class once

the Lord spoke words out of my mouth that I love.

"I am not a victim,

I am an object of Christ's affection".

And that is what I choose to focus on.

and by this, my mind and heart are guarded

by Christ.

As I look to 2023,

I just want to do better.

I have no grand goals.

Just (please Lord)

help me do better.

My weaknesses are more clear to me now than ever.

I think when we are physically weak,

we are less emotionally patient.

And I don't like the words I ear myself speak,

or the judgments I mentally make,

or the conversations of mean things 

my mind says:

"I should have said."

Oh God,

clean the inside of this vessel.

And fill me with more of You.

It was after you had been beaten

and after you had been spit upon and mauked

it was after you had been betrayed and slandered

that You said:

"Father forgive them,

they know not what they do."

I want to be like Christ

(unoffendable)

I want to be better at remaining silent

until I have the words of the Father.

I want to be better at laying my life down for my friends,

better at washing feet,

better at being humble

and submissive and kind 

in word 

and deed 

and thought,

in 2023

Forgive me, I was asleep at the wheel. [and other terrifying excuses]

 Forgive me, I was asleep at the wheel.

[and other terrifying excuses]

Like,

I'm sorry, I have cancer brain.

honestly, I don't play the cancer card very often

and being asleep at the wheel would mean I crashed my car.

I have actually fallen asleep at the wheel before

but thank goodness,

woke right up!

I've heard "I had a senior moment",

and that's more accurate,

but I'm only 54

so I don't really think of myself as a senior.

There are more young folks in my friend group than ever before,

but I just thought that meant I was hip

(I am immediately aware this word dates me).

I did so love the 90's,

but I wouldn't go back if you paid me!

It's not that there weren't a few moments

I wish I had done better,

but God's grace helps me forgive myself,

and I try to apologize to the humans involved

if it seems important for their (or my) healing.

Sorry I digress,

When the bottom of the To-do list,

grows faster than the top is accomplished,

it would be easy for a few things

to drop through the cracks of the day.

I think that's what actually happened

the day I didn't do the thing, I said I'd do.

This does happen more now

than in past years,

or maybe I have forgotten

about all the times it happened before.

At any rate,

I have found the best way to make up for my failings,

is to repent, and try to make amends.

It's actually important (to me)

to keep my word,

so

"better late than never" if I'm honest that is plan B,

sounds contrite and

I'd rather be on time, but if not,

I will humbly show up late

and bring flowers.

And this,

is my preverbial bouquet.