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How fruitless to be ever thinking yet never embrace a thought... to have the power to believe and believe it's all for naught. I, too, have reckoned time and truth (content to wonder if not think) in metaphors and meaning and endless patterns of ink. Perhaps a few may find their way to the world where others live, sharing not just thoughts I've gathered but those I wish to give. Tom Kapanka

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By Grace, I'm a follower of Christ. By day, I'm a recently retired school administrator; by night (and always), I'm a husband and father (and now a grandfather); and by week's end, I sometimes find myself writing or reading in this space. Feel free to join in the dialogue.

Friday, March 21, 2008

In Remembrance of Me

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Yesterday was the first day of spring! And the sun rose with the promise of new life all around. Thanks, Lord. We needed that.

Today is Good Friday... when the Son was lifted up with the promise of new life all around. Thanks, Lord, we needed that even more.

I began these thoughts a week ago Monday, March 10th, the night after “Spring Ahead Sunday.” A few hours earlier, I was a few minutes late to my Monday School Board meeting, because--according to my watch--I still had an hour to get back to the school. Two nights before, when Julie and I changed all the clocks, I forgot to change my watch.

Spring ahead; fall back!” Isn’t it funny how we rely on those four words to make sure we get it right twice a year? Here are some other examples of 4-word reminders.
I know some people who say “never eat soggy waffles” to remember the clockwise order of N,S,E,W on a map. And I’ve caught myself mumbling,
lefty loosy; righty tighty” while unscrewing things. Here’s another one I use that you’ve probably never heard:
Black gold, Texas tea.”

Whenever I’m doing electrical wiring at home, I begin singing the “Beverly Hillbillies Theme.” You may know it from re-runs. Jed Clampett was “shooting at some food and up from the ground came a bubblin’ crude—oil that is, black gold, Texas tea..” That little song helps me remember that the black wire goes to the gold contact on the fixture, which leaves the white wire for the silver contact. (The green wire goes to “ground” because both words start with g-r.)
There you have it: My Guide to Basic Home Wiring.
I guess we could say God wired our minds for re-MIND-ers.

He understood the power of verbal symbols (words) and visual symbols (signs, logos, etc.) and that without them, we are prone to forget the most basic instructions of life. He plugged in symbolic reminders as the story of man’s fall and redemption unfolded. Some huge, like the rainbow, some hard as rocks beside a river, and some as small as a mustard seed, but –BAM!—the image flashes across our mind and we remember something God told us not to forget.

Some symbols are so important that our Lord himself did not share them until His last moments on Earth.

On the night he was betrayed, He sat with his disciples and imposed extraordinary meaning upon two ordinary objects: He reminded his followers that he was the “bread of life” and then he broke that bread.

Then the Vine reminded the branches that grapes must be crushed to fill the cup, and so too his life must be spilled out for the forgiveness of sins. (This symbol of the cup was still fresh on his mind a few hours later as He pleaded with His father in the garden, “O My Father, if this cup cannot pass away from Me unless I drink it, Your will be done.”)

Jesus remembered that we would forget. He knew we were creatures in need of rainbows and rocks and seeds and sticky notes, so He left us with three symbols in his last hours on Earth. The last symbol, like the first two, was a common physical object—not the bread or cup upon the table but something made from wood like the table itself.

This Son of God whose earthly father was a carpenter knew all about wood. He taught of a Kingdom of roots and branches. He admonished us to be mindful of the sawdust and beams in our eyes. This God-man knew the touch of wood from his first to his last breath. He was the lamb whom those drawn to Him saw first in a wooden manger and last upon rugged cross. And so it was that this most common of materials was hewn into the most enduring symbol of Christendom. The Saviour knew that our minds would need re-MIND-ers, that our eyes would sometimes need a SIGN to recall His SIGNificance, and He instructed us to observe these symbols "in remembrance of me." The old hymn put it this way,
.“Lest I forget Gethsemane,
                         Lest I forget Thine agony;
Lest I forget Thy love for me,
Lead me to Calvary.”
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May we fall back on these words as we look to the spring ahead.

Happy Easter!

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Saturday, April 07, 2007

Easter Snow

I’d like to see where robins go
when all is green until a snow
falls unexpectedly at night
and wakes them harshly to a white
and chilly cov'ring on the ground.
Where is their sanctuary found?
I'd like to think they somehow know
to seek a sturdy bough that's low
and tucked under an unseen arm,
wrapped softly round to hold off harm
and keep them until Easter’s sun
appears, and spring's again begun.
© Copyright 2007, Patterns of Ink

It's spring! In fact, this week is Spring Break here in West Michigan. Last week was beautiful with temps well into the 70's. Tuesday, I was doing light yard work out back. It was not quite 70 but felt very much like spring. Daffodils were standing tall, and Robins were everywhere. If that doesn't put a "tweedilly-tweedilly-deet..." in your heart, what will?

Then it happened. We'd been warned but hoped the weatherman was wrong. We got SNOW! Yesterday it was barely measurable. We went to bed wishing it were a dream, but this morning we woke to four inches more... just in time for Easter. Word is we'll be setting records in the Midwest, South, and East. Some of you may have gotten the chill without the snow.

When a heavy snow comes out of season like this, it throws the birds for a loop. As I was shoveling our driveway, I heard a flock of seagulls circling overhead. That's usually a sound we hear with beach towels slung over our shoulders and flip flops slapping underfoot.
It was then I noticed there was not a robin in sight. (Since many of you are not Michiganders, I should mention that the robin is our state bird.)

Where do they go? It's too soon for finished nests. Where do they wait it out? It reminded me of when Jesus assured his disciples that God looks after the sparrow, and they are even more the focus of his care. A few chapters later, wrapping up His warnings to the scribes and Pharisees, He says,"...How often would I have gathered your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings..."

This April snow will pass. New life and shelter will come with the rising of the SON. May you find sanctuary there this Easter!
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"His appearance was ... white as snow.
And...the angel said to the women,
"Do not be afraid, for I know that you seek Jesus
who was crucified. He is not here, for he has risen..."
Matthew 28:3-6
"He shall cover you with His feathers,
And under His wings you shall take refuge;
His truth shall be your shield and buckler."
Psalm 91:4

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