BeLOnGings

I mentioned a few weeks ago that we have a house-full! The 22 people currently living in the Big Green House include our son Ben, his wife Kim and their new son, Asher Ewan, born just a week ago.

Of course it’s all hands on deck and this morning after a disturbed night for mum and dad with baby and sick kids I heard Isla, now big sister, stirring at 6 am. I thought I’d see if I could buy the parents a couple more hours sleep so put Isla in the stroller and started jogging down the Parkway, singing as we went. As a parent you learn how to kill three birds with the one stone : – )

I found myself reflecting on the difference between a dutiful son and a faithful son. A dutiful son ticks the boxes in his head. His focus is external conformation. A faithful son shares responsibility from his heart. His focus is internal transformation. One knows only drudgery the other knows only joy! 

The prodigal’s older brother in the story of the two sons is the classic dutiful son. But “out of the fullness of the heart the mouth speaks” and his angry outburst of complaint against his father and younger brother revealed what was really going on inside.

“All these years”…it had been drudgery!

Our older brother Jesus is the perfect example of the faithful son,

“Then I was the craftsman at his side. I was filled with delight day after day rejoicing always in his presence, rejoicing in his whole world and delighting in mankind. “ (Prov.8:30,31)

From the start…..it has always been joy! 

I started singing Isla a happy song that I co-created with Dad (and Rogers and Hammerstein) as I drove each day last year to my sandwich delivery job at Jimmy John’s.

O what a beautiful morning, O what a beautiful day.                                                                                            I’ve got a wonderful feeling Jesus is with me today.

O what a beautiful morning, O what a beautiful day.                                                                                            I’ve got a wonderful feeling everything’s going His way

The delight of a co-creating son continued for me today…… as another verse rose up.

O what a beautiful morning O what a beautiful day.                                                                                                  I’ve got a wonderful feeling everything’s going my way,                                                                                           Cause my way is His way, in this day and always,                                                                                        Everything’s going our way!

We arrived at the 3rd tee, of the local golf course. The 333 yd hole overlooks the 3 iconic skyscrapers in Minneapolis. The perfect setting for another song.

“Let your glory, Let your glory, Let your glory fill the earth.                                                                            Father, Son and Holy Spirit, Let your glory fill the earth.”

I don’t think Isla was passive in this process. I believe her childlike spirit was engaged in this prayer just as Robin’s had been when I pushed him around Munich for hours early one morning 37 years ago and Abby’s had been when we toured the terminals for several hours at Gatwick airport in London when our flight was delayed 23 years ago.

How did these songs asking Jesus to come and restore his creation in those places play into the shootings last week in Germany or the Brexit vote the week before or into next week’s news in Minneapolis?

God only knows…… but He does know, for our “Amen” on earth to what has been decreed in heaven seeds the clouds of the Spirit.

As we arrived home, having completed the circle. Isla delightedly exclaimed.

“Look Papa. – It’s raining!”

Following Jesus can be simple……. just love every “little one” He sets in front of you in the  creative way He shows you.…..and you may incidentally find yourself a history co-creator…. for “the hand that rocks the cradle” – with Jesus joyful heart, does “rule the world.”

 

 

 

“On your left!”

Vroom!.….I barely had time to steady my bike when the serious senior cyclist brushed past me – a yellow streak of lycra with a goal in mind.

“Still chasing that American dream” I thought.

A moment or two earlier I was slowed in my tracks as a rabbit ran across the path in front of me. I recalled the words from our Creation song,

“The rabbit that skipped as His foot touched the ground.”

I too had been speeding along, but the incident caused me to slow down to a pace more in keeping with my attire – yesterday’s shorts and teeshirt, an old pair of sandals and no helmet!!

As I began to be more present to His foot-print in the woods around me all sorts of wonders  appeared. Of course they had always been there, I was just going too fast to notice.

I pondered my white-haired counterpart who had just zoomed past….. presumably a ‘successful’ man now retired and able to afford “all the gear”…..rising early and speeding ahead.

I came to a familiar crossroads and thought “I’ve never turned right here” so let the notion take me while my thoughts continued in a straight line….There in front of me I saw the first sign:

 

I remembered another “Vroom-man”, one of my fellow “Freaky Fast” drivers at Jimmy John’s when I had followed the Spirit to a sandwich delivery job for a season last year. When I asked him “How are you doing?” he would always give the upbeat reply, “Living the dream!”  I knew he was studying and aiming for something better than JJ’s delivery and that his positive confession was more about his distant aspiration than his current position.

Keith Green’s song came to the mind.

“You can run to the end of the highway…and  not find what you’re looking for.”

Then as I cruised round the next corner I saw the sign: “Damascus Way”

I chuckled, and gratitude rose up in me as I realized that just like my famous namesake, God had halted me too from “chasing a dream”  The unconverted apostle’s  earthly  dream was not ‘worldly’ but religious…..to wipe out those evil Jesus followers…..maybe the zealous illusion that we are “serving God” is even more dangerous than fame or fortune?

At the end of the book of Acts Paul discloses the secret to his change of focus. ” I was not disobedient to the vision from heaven” On the Damascus Way, Paul was ‘stopped in his tracks’, and exchanged his earthly dream for a heavenly vision.…. a vision of God, as he really is, and the good things He has in store, especially for those who seek after Him in this life. The blind prisoner in the house of Judas (Jewish law) on the Straight Street (of orthodoxy) after being knocked of his (high) horse was after three days of reflection transformed from Saul (the demander) to Paul (the little/humble one) as his physical vision was restored and true spiritual vision awakened for the first time! (Acts chapter 9)

Years later he still writes, “I press toward the mark for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.”

Yesterday I heard an interview on the radio encouraging people to consider writing a legacy letter to leave for their children.

Often people say to me. “So you left Medicine to go into Ministry?” I thought, “I don’t want to be remembered by a destination…. but by a disposition – as one who stopped “chasing earthly dreams” and started “living a heavenly vision.” 

“Blessed are those in whose hearts are the highways to Zion.” (Ps.84:5)

Praying this legacy be written on the hearts of all our children.

 

 

 

Last night we had 22 people (and 3 cats) sleeping under our roof.

LaRaye flew in from Maine on her way to California and Peter and Loes Donkers flew in from the Netherlands. LaRaye discovered she had spent a year of high school at a village 15 miles from where the Donkers live. Father, showing off again : – ))

Another little fella flew in from heaven. We trust he’ll be here for a longer stay.

This morning his brothers and sisters called,

“Papa come here and see the rainbows”

Each morning the sun shines through some cut glass in our front door to bath the hallway in rainbows.

We recalled the story of the flood and the rainbow being a sign of our Father’s unfailing covenant love which endures from generation to generation.

Then I spotted the rainbow in the photo above.

This is the original painting which provided the cover for the Flame CD. It was done by our friend Paul Newton in Australia from photos of his father’s hands and daughter’s hands. Faith, hope and love being passed down three generations.

Does the flame burn brighter in your hand than it burned                                                                                     In the hand of your father when he said it’s your turn                                                                                          Take the torch of faith run throughout the land                                                                                                       Let the flame burn bright within you.

Our latest grandson has been given the name Asher. Reading a George MacDonald story Kim was made aware that ashes are a necessary part of our being reduced to nothing so that the risen Christ can become  everything in us. Then we will receive the blessing of Asher, “Your strength will equal your days”….and our days will never end!

The morning after the drum circle I went for a run along Madeline island’s southern coastline. At one point I stopped and sensed I should walk down the driveway of one of the homes that seemed unoccupied, built on a cliff with an eastward view across Lake Superior.

As I reached the house I realized it was boarded up. Around the windows were scorch marks. There had obviously been a house fire that now rendered it uninhabitable. As I stood at the cliff edge I spotted an idlylic little beach below. “I would love to reach that place” I thought. “but the descent is too steep.”

Then I noticed a few feet away that a rope had been tied to an old tree stump and was running down the slope.

“Thank you Father” I  said and began to to abseil down to the peaceful cove.

“We wake at daybreak, put on our moccasins and step down to the waters edge. Here we throw handfuls of clear cold water into our face or plunge in bodily. After the bath we stand erect before the advancing dawn, facing the sun as it dances upon the horizon and offer our unspoken prayer. Our mate may proceed or follow us in our devotions, but never accompanies us. Each soul must meet the morning sun, the new sweet earth, and the Great Silence alone.”

These words of Ohiyesa the Dakota leader in Soul of an Indian….perfectly described my experience……as they say, I was “on Cloud 9” ……but with no moccasins : – )

As I stood there in the silence, another poem rose up – a favorite of my Dad’s.  I remember our family holiday where we drove to the end of the County Sligo country road, and sat and gazed longingly at another peaceful island – the inspiration for Yeats lines:

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping
slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket
sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Again Father’s whisper came. “You have found ‘heaven’ here with me, the heaven that all men long for and are destined to find….. after they ‘burn out’ and ‘come to the end of their rope!'”  I’d heard another old Indian put it well. “The religious life is for those who fear hell. The life of heaven is the life in the Spirit for those who have been to hell and back!”

I clambered back up the slope and reaching the road smiled realizing the house number was 939. Full of 3s a perfect number beloved by the Celtic saints, and the “9 bean rows”

A few days later the story came full circle when talking with our Dakota spiritual daughter Raine Cloud who lives  with us. She said she had just decided what to name her Etsy store:

“Rainecloud9”

Then she presented  us with a little bag – the gift for Kim and Ben’s baby, our latest grandson, soon to be born:

“When a king’s face brightens, it means life; his favor is like a rain(e) cloud in spring.” (Proverbs.16:15)

P.S. Do visit Raine’s site by going to:

https://www.etsy.com/shop/rainecloud9?ref=ss_profile

Not only will you be able to find beautifully authentic Dakota beadwork but by purchasing it you will also be able to practically support her special calling from God.

 

A few weeks ago I asked our ‘Praying Friends’ to pray for the upcoming FREEDOM! retreat here at Rivendell. I sent the emails in three batches and then noticed all three had gone out at the same time – 2.04.

I realized it was Father’s “gentle whisper” prompting me to blog another recent 204 story

A week earlier we had been invited by our Ojibwa Jesus friends to join them on Madeline island. This is the largest of the Apostle islands on Lake Superior. It is a sacred site for the tribe who over 500 years ago in response to a prophecy known as The Seven Fires prophecy began a series of seven migrations from the east coast. The prophecy stated that at the end of the migrations they would find a turtle shaped island where ‘food grows on the water’ – a description of the wild rice native only to this area.

Many believe that we are living in the days of the seventh fire. The essence of this is a second opportunity for the “light skinned people” and the Native Americans to come together in the right spirit. If this happens the prophecy says it will mark the beginning of an age of worldwide brotherhood and peace.

As seven of us representing both people groups gathered round the drum praying in Ojibwe songs, we sensed the heartbeat of the Father was finding expression in the beat of the drum and of the hearts that had been brought into unity in Christ.

An eagle flew overhead.

An old Ojibwe elder said. “That means we are in the place we are meant to be.”

We already sensed that when the day before we arrived at our rental apartment at La Pointe. As we stood at the front door our friend Clarke looked at me and said. “Did you plan this?” “Plan what?” I answered. “The address of this place?” “No” I said.

We went inside and began unpacking. I produced a book I had brought to read – a classic called “Sabbath” by Abraham Heschel. Again Clarke had that amused/amazed look on his face. Then he began to put it all together for me. He said,

“The Hebrew Gematria for Sabbath is 7676. 76 happens to be the number for cleansing, and 76 times 76 happens to be 5776 which is this year in the Jewish calendar – 2016 in our calendar – the year in which we are now living!”

Clarke has made a study of the Great Pyramid which is described in Is 19:19,20. The capstone was never placed on the great pyramid to fulfill the prophecy in Psalm 118:22, “The stone the builders rejected has become the head of the corner (or the capstone).” The gematria of these two verses in Isaiah is 5446. This is the height of the great pyramid as it currently stands – without the final stone in place.

If the capstone were to be put in place, the height would be 5776. i.e. this year- 2016

The capstone would be the 204th layer of the pyramid.

This explains Clarke’s incredulity when we arrived at the front door of the rental to discover the address was:

Apt 204

……. and that the combination # for the lock was C (for capstone) 2016

There has never been a time when it was more important to be in the place we are meant to be.…….our hearts cleansed of idols and beating in unity with our Creator and Redeemer….. in readiness for “the head of the corner” and His body to come together.

I pondered about a photo from the island trip, and thought of the “smiling face” above I snapped on an early morning island run.

The asking price for the “Ford” painted in blue on the windscreen – $3000 – caught my attention. Informed by the type in Joshua chapter 3 we see it is now 2000 years since Jesus (the ark of the covenant) has passed across to receive his inheritance (a glorified body). Like the children of Israel we are instructed to now follow 2000 cubits/years later.  It is time for His body that has been prepared, to “Ford” the river, receive our inheritance (1 Peter 1:3-5) and enter into the third Millennium – a Kingdom Age marked by “the increase of His government and peace” (Is.9:7)... just as the scriptures (and old Ojibwa prophecy) foretell.

P.S. I noticed the license plate number. Maybe a reference to Ps.65:2?

 

 

 

Last Sunday was Father’s day in the US.

The week before I kept remembering how my Dad used to chuckle as he repeated a line from one of his favorite British comedy shows where the ‘husband” would turn to his friend and with a knowing look say of his wife, “She knows you know!”

Dad knew it was true of my mum – that uncanny feminine intuition that invariably saw to the heart of the matter

So when the other night Hilary said to me ‘So what’s going on?” I knew she was on to something.

“I don’t know.” I said quite honestly. “Probably just need to go to sleep”

A few hours later I woke. “Disheartened” Father whispered.

He then replayed for me some critical feedback I’d received that day. I appreciated the insights and realized I needed to adjust some things. Then he reminded me about some other comments of exasperation that left me wondering “Am I ever going to change!?”

I got up to go outside for a while, and noticed the clock said 4.14. I stood on our front grass barefoot. “Grounding” or earthing is the modern term for doing what our ancestors did without thinking – going barefoot! Science has now shown the health benefits of this.

As I felt the gentle warm breeze of a Minnesotan June, I experienced again the truth that we are in fact “grounded in love.” All the negativity that I had allowed myself to pick up during the day was neutralized as I saw again my Father’s smiling face, or at least it’s reflection, in the moon : – ))

I returned to bed noticing the time was now 4.41. I smiled. One of the corrections I’d received was to do with a teaching I had just given about the two dedicated groups of 144,000 in Revelation 7 and 14. I had got so carried away in my enthusiasm to say what I was seeing that the more pastorally orientated folk said I had “left people behind”

The two times on the clock containing the numbers 1 and two 4s was I knew my Father’s smile saying,

“It’s OK to not get it ‘just right’ – you can still be part of that company :- )”

The next morning (Father’s day) I collapsed onto the grass to recover after doing my “Peak 10” exercise routine. As I opened my eyes I saw on a leaf in front of me what looked like a Hebrew character, inscribed presumably by an inspired snail : – )

I realized this was the spot where I had got ‘grounded in love’ the night before.

I knew it was another God-photo opportunity and snapped it. then looking at my clock realized the time – it was the same numbers – this time in the correct order….1.44. A third witness indicating “It is time for that company to come forth”

So I pondered “the message on the leaf” and here is what I concluded.

The main line is a Daleth which represents the number 4. In biblical numerology 4 is the number for earth. It also pictures a door. Then to the top right I saw a Yod. This is the number 10 which is for divine order being reestablished. The other symbol to the left is a Greek Omega, which is the last letter. Jesus said in Revelation 22:12,13 He is coming soon as the Alpha and Omega. He really does have the first and the last word : – ))

Putting this all together I understood Father to be saying. “You are at the door. I am even now bringing this age to a conclusion and reestablishing my divine order in the earth that will be rooted and grounded in my essential nature – of love.”

So if you are feeling “Disheartened” – TAKE HEART! The news I was reminded, is extremely good, and the future is full of hope. We are living in Father’s happy Day….and remember, not only will the birds of the air instruct you about this but the leaves of the field too!!

What a Dad we have!!!

P.S. Of course leaves are open to interpretation. Please let me know if you see something else in the leaf (or in my mental state : – ))

 

Last Sunday morning we were saying farewell to the last of our guests. It had been a joy to see caged “birds” fly free at our FREEDOM! retreat, “I feel so much lighter” was the parting comment that morning from one “old bird”. His Ojibwa name is Woodpecker. He’d been in rehab 38 times before meeting Jesus and getting free and with each retreat here the peace in our dear friend seems to be deepening.

After being “cooped up” inside all day Saturday I was delighted to now get outside on my own to run and re-create!

I found myself jogging along the nearby railway track – eyes down and anxiously fixed lest I should miss a tie and twist an ankle.

The railway reminded of a recent talk I’d done from Psalm 66.

” What is the poorest demographic group in the USA?” I had asked the fellowship.

“Middle aged suburban white folks.” came the answer – from one of our Native friends.

“Right!” I said. A recent study I read showed that this is the group that is experiencing the fastest rise in suicides.” I would propose.” I said, “That this is an indicator of spiritual poverty, amongst the most materially affluent.” Then turning to scripture I took my proposition a step farther.

“Might verses 10 – 12 be a commentary on the American experiment?

“You brought us into prison and laid burdens on our back.” “Is this a depiction of the African American experience?” I asked. “The prison ships? The literal shackles?”

“You let men ride over our heads; we went through fire and water.” “Is this a depiction of the Native American experience?” I suggested. “The railroad? The fever of infectious diseases deliberately introduced? The ‘fire -water’ called alcohol?”

“Notice” I said, “That the sovereign God takes responsibility for these trials. But then what does it say?”

“You brought us to a place of abundance.”

“Is it too simplistic to believe that these allowed trials produced something precious in the way of a spiritual heritage that these races were (op)pressed into….. prayers of forefathers and mothers that the current generations are still being afforded protection by? What else could explain the drop in suicides among black men in prison? What else could explain that there still exists an Indian population in this land despite the many attempts to annihilate them?”

“Get off the track!” I heard.

My attention had switched to the birds singing on either side of the railway.

“Get off the track!” they sang again.

“Why?” I thought and checked to see if a train was coming. No train. Then just as my ears had been opened my nostrils began to smell the creosote of the railway lies under my feet.

“It’s killing you too!”

I came to a halt and looked up. there in front of me was a young doe, beautifully innocent, and so still, I wasn’t sure if it was real or a statue. I walked to within a few feet…. then all of a sudden she turned and ran off into the woods.

A rabbit scampered away. An eagle soared overhead.

I obeyed, and moved off the railway track – from reflections on earthly trials back to a earthen trail.

I knew I had also been moved inwardly as my ‘spiritual senses’ had been awakened.

I was no longer the anxious dominator on his rigid iron road, but I had rejoined the rest of creation as a peaceful friend and as the one charged by the Creator to ‘tend’ it.

I looked down. This time not at the deadly ties that bind but at a broken egg…. from which a little robin had just been freed and given flight into “a place of abundance”

Not only is Father opening our ears to hear his “gentle whisper” but He is also opening our eyes…..to see his smiling face.

A few months ago Hilary and I were in Uptown Minneapolis. As we often do I wandered in one direction and she in another having arranged to meet again at a kitchen store. Arriving back first at the rendezvous I noticed outside the kitchen store a table of CLEARANCE items. A spatula caught my eye. It had a smiley face……….like the yellow smiley face badge I was wearing the very first time Hilary and I met in a high school classroom back in Belfast 45 years ago.

“What is the significance of that button?” she had asked me.

“Oh” I replied. “‘Smile Jesus loves you!”

That first exchange laid the foundation of a growing relationship from brother and sister to husband and wife to father and mother……………..

I handed over the few dollars for the spatula and headed for the car to hide her gift under the passenger seat. When I returned to the store, there was Hilary…..sifting through the clearance table! Her hand settled on another spatula, again a smiling one, this time pink. “I think this would be nice for (our granddaughter) Ana.” she said. “She’s really enjoying baking.”

We returned to the car, her parcel in hand, and as she sat down I said, “Why not have a look under your seat?” There of course she found my matching smiley faced spatula…..cue for a photo…..and for a song…..

This is the greatest love story ever
Pain beyond bearing: joy beyond pain
This is the real thing now and forever
Toward which all other stories laid claim

And now your thoughts are my thoughts
Your truth is my truth
Your will is my will
One heart we’ve become
And now your ways are my ways
Your words what I’ll say
I am where you are
Together we’re one

This is the substance, no longer shadow
The drama of ages has all art made plain
It’s childishly simple this wisdom of sages
It’s science uncovered the cosmos explained

And now your thoughts are our thoughts
Your truth is our truth
You will is our will
One heart we’ve become
And now your ways are our ways
Your words what we’ll say
We are what you are
Together we’re one

This is His plan for “Oneness” with us all – mirrored in what we can potentially experience when He gives the gift of marriage in this life.

So “Smile Jesus loves you”

Paul (and Hilary)

 

P.S. The parents of our next door daughter-in-law, Kim, were visiting last weekend. Linda volunteered a story that confirmed to me the above was the right blog for this week.

Her mum and sisters were making the trip of a lifetime to the Holy Land a few weeks ago. Sister Sally’s husband, Fred, another “Prince of a man” had died a few months before and one night as they were watching a sunset together she quietly said to the Lord, “This is what Fred and I used to so enjoy doing together. It would lovely to know that he is here participating in our joy.” Nothing of note seemed to happen.

A few weeks later mom and sisters happened to be assembled once more on a beach back home in Florida – again watching a sunset. First one of them noticed a “heart” in the sky! That got everyone’s attention. Then the heart was followed by – a smiley face!!

 

 

Then came – the wink!!! Then the evening beach crowd’s tranquility was completely busted by the uncontrolled outbursts of delight from the girls as “The Father and Fred Show” came to a grand finale – with ‘the green flash’!!!!

I knew we were in the right place at the right time when the scripture verse on the front of the Order of Service was the same as the title of my previous blog,”…….came the sound of a gentle whisper“

It was an historic occasion. Our friend Fern was being installed as moderator of the Synod of Lakes and Prairies and she had invited us to participate in the service. She would be the first Native American moderator here in the 222 year history of the Presbyterian Church of the USA. That morning we were lead to Revelation 22.2 speaking of the leaves of the tree that are for the healing of the nations. A document of apology had been prepared. Would the denomination take the opportunity this year to take a step in the healing of the nations by repenting of the sins perpetrated against the indigenous peoples on the basis of the erroneous doctrine of Manifest Destiny?

The hymn books were passed out. Mine ‘just happened’ to fall open at number 222, a hymn entitled “Despised and Rejected” based on Isaiah 53. Interestingly we had just been talking over dinner with Fern and her daughter about how from childhood as “Indians” they had always felt “invisible” to those of the dominant culture.

As I was invited to come forward and share with my fellows of  European Presbyterian descent I told the story of these three 222 “God-incidences” and suggested we might consider another rendering of Isaiah 53 :-

“They were despised and rejected by men. A people of sorrows and acquainted with grief as those from whom men hide their faces……but they were wounded for our transgressions they were bruised for our iniquities.”

I then recounted how the prayer of the Pilgrim Father’s had been inspirational in our family’s moving to America. It was said of them “Some came for land some came for gold, but they came to pray,’Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on this part of earth and then from this part of the earth to the uttermost parts of the earth, as it is in heaven.'”

“How close do you think we are in America to becoming an expression of the kingdom of heaven on earth?” I asked, conscious of the current political, environmental, economic and social craziness! Then I asked a second question. “What if when we had arrived we had honored those to whom God had given the authority to steward this part of creation, and instead of taking their gold and land had requested their wisdom?”

Psalm 105  was the chosen reading. It recounts the Old Covenant story of conquering the original ‘promised land’ by the physical sword, a narrative that had been used by some of our American forefathers to justify genocide. In the New Covenant that sword of force was meant to be exchanged for “the sword of the Spirit which is the Word of God” – a word of incarnational love putting to death our ‘flesh’ and bringing new life in Christ.

At one point, the unthinkable happened, a cell phone rang!

Every head turned toward the ‘villian’.

It was Fern!

The reader continued unperturbed from Psalm 105.

“Do my anointed ones no harm”

When we are attuned to hearing Father’s commentary we hear his “gentle whisper” everywhere!

I received this email from a dear friend in Edinburgh, Scotland after the last post.

Dear Paul

I just wanted to tell you that I was so blessed by your latest post, and by watching you and Hilary and Ben sing at Loren Matzke’s Memorial Service (I had Ps 147 in my reading this morning!). I was reminded that as the Service of Thanksgiving for Iain’s life began at 12 noon on 6 Feb 2015 in St Cuthbert’s Church, which is below the Castle, there was a 21-gun salute from the Castle for the Queen! Not even Iain could have organised that, but the Father did!

Love to you and Hilary (it was lovely to watch her and hear her beautiful voice)

Theresa

Theresa’s husband Iain was another Prince, a Scottish one, who faithfully, joyfully and lovingly served God with his many gifts – one of which was organization!

Like Loren and elder Blue, Iain’s life was marked by a genuine humility that shrank from drawing attention to himself…….leaving it for others to point out how heaven had blown it’s trumpet to welcome home another true ‘son of God’

There is an earthly perspective and there is a heavenly perspective.

Last month the tragic and untimely death of the popular Minneapolis artist formerly known as Prince, was reported worldwide in the earthly headlines.

A few weeks ago we were lead to make a trip west to the home of an old Dakota elder called Blue who knew it was time “to make his final journey”.

His condition at that time was well described in my song,

My eyes are dim
My ears are deaf
My body weaker by the day
And some would say there’s not much left
But I know the best is on it’s way
And through this door I will step
Through this door I will come
Cause through this door, we first met
And through this door I’ll go home.

Father had given me a new song to sing to bless him on his way.

A week later I was attending a ‘leaders’ meeting in Minneapolis. I had slipped in at the back wanting to ‘show my face’ and then leave, but a brother noticed me and in front of everyone insisted I take the one empty chair – right at the front! I sensed Father was setting me up for something more public than I had wanted and sure enough after the teaching I realized the new song I had been given as a farewell for elder Blue was also appropriate for this time and place, so I rose to sing it for a second time.

A prophetic brother who knew nothing of elder Blue spoke, “The Lord told me that this morning that he was giving out color badges of honor. The color was INDIGO which is made up of Blue for revelation and Purple for authority.”

I discovered later that it was at this very moment that elder Blue had passed ‘through this door’.

It seemed that the heavenly headlines were announcing to those attuned to “the gentle whisper” that this had been the most timely death of one to whom an “indigo badge of honor” had been awarded denoting – a true Purple “reign” to come for a true Prince called Blue.

At the visitation, in contrast to the thousands who poured out onto the streets of downtown Minneapolis when the local artist died, a little group of family and friends had gathered in the tiny country church where elder Blue had been the ‘pillar’ of the community for decades. His dignified body lay in a casket at the front. There, at his side, was a pair of moccasins lovingly made for him by his Indian mother long before it came time for her son to make this final journey through the door.

Beautiful, intricately worked beads – in INDIGO!

We had some time to pass in the local town before the service began and found ourselves browsing in a local store. “I’ve got it!” Hilary exclaimed. “I couldn’t find an appropriate graduation card for Issac – but this is perfect!”

I read it and said, “This isn’t just for our young friend Isaac back in Minneapolis, this is also for our old friend Blue here! – another “child of grace” who has graduated – from this life……..and is ‘Just getting started!'”

 

 

On a final note, a few months ago I had the privilege of being involved in a memorial service of another Prince – from heaven’s perspective. You can watch it here. It is lengthy but you can skip to the Indian tribute telling Loren’s story at 39 minutes or to the tribute by Hilary, Ben and myself in story and song beginning at 1.09 minutes.