"BABBLE ON IN BABYLON" (a poem)
Brimming closets; shoe racks bulge. One in every color! … I’ll just indulge. My wildest whim will oft be met. Bigger! Faster! Give me! Get!! No more boundaries, all fetters gone! Travel on in Babylon.
May I go first? … Knew you’d not care. My time’s precious … you’ve loads to spare. I’ll step in front and off I’ll go. You see … I’m quite fast and well … you’re quite slow!! “ I” and “ me” --- fast friends! --- Life long!! Prattle on in Babylon.
Nip it here! --- Just there --- a lift!! I just turned forty! It was a gift!! The eyes, the lips, the bosom’s new. Sculpted, lasered, injected too. No wrinkles left --- the tummy’s gone! Journey on in Babylon.
Enough of me! --- How do YOU view ME? You get one --- but … give me three!! I couldn’t bear to just say NO !! It’s my desire and rightly so !! Add another … and on … and on !!! Shuffle on in Babylon.
No end in sight that I can see. Today’s blocked by the mirror in front of me. A wreck!! A death!! Tsunami tide!!! It mildly concerns me I must confide. T.V. claims tens of thousands gone!! Oh well! Let’s see what else is on!! Numb to the sight of a brilliant dawn! Sinking fast in Babylon.
Like a lobster in a pot, who begins to like the water hot --- I’ve been duped! --- Been tricked! --- Been “ had” ! Convinced that TRUTH is somehow bad. Evil coddled; it cooed and purred! It beckoned me ! …. It called ! It lured!! Now in a place with the lights turned on. I’m racing home from Babylon!!
Copyright © by Lynn Parker
THOUGHTS ABOUT GOLF...
"Golf is a very paradoxical game. You must stay infinitely patient and yet you allowed to get “teed off” at the beginning of every hole. You can carry a variety of weaponry --- and your “ shooting irons” are calibrated as --- short --- mid --- & long. You are aiming to hit birdies & eagles & steer clear of the albatross . Spotted owls & whopping cranes are always off limits --- though if your grip isn’t adjusted nothing this side of the Mississippi River is safe. You can, not only take a walk in the park, but destroy yards of turf grass without fear of retribution. Sticks & stones can not only break bones …. But they’re fairly affective on plate glass windows too. “ In the Lettuce” has nothing to do with visiting the produce department of your local grocery store! And in the end, when you are “under par” for the day ---- you feel great !!!! If you play golf long enough the slang vocabulary begins to make sense to you.
In much the same way there is a paradoxical bent to our Christian vocabulary too. It takes some time to begin to understand all the “ buzz” words. “Saved” & “redeemed” are hard to fathom when we know how undeserved we are--- “Walking in the Word” is a journey that never ends, rather than a pathway to the parking lot. “Sanctification”, “justification”, & “transformation” seem like a foreign language to us until we have become seasoned believers.
But like golf, Christian living is an endeavor for a lifetime. Play the game fearlessly & joyfully. Chase hard after the perfection that each of these pursuits requires. Keep your eyes on the ball. Practice faithfully. Stay the course! Expect your fair share of poor shots & bad breaks, … & as my father told me as a kid --- don’t look up, ‘cause you’ll never see anything you like !!!!
Copyright © by Lynn Parker
TOP OF THE HILL
As the video came up on my TV screen I immediately recognized my young nephew Nathan. Barely four or five years old at the time, I could see him in the camera lens wearing his Spiderman rubber boots & a big winter parka. He was just a little bundle climbing up what appeared to me, to be a very rocky & treacherous hillside path. I could hear his little voice calling back to what I then determined was his father , who was advancing up the slope behind him. His daddy was holding the video camera that was filming the ascent & chuckling & encouraging his young son. Now, I will tell you that my first impression was --- “Get that child down from there before he slips & hurts himself”. I then questioned whether my brother-in-law was operating with all of his faculties with the thought forming in my mind something like “Have you lost your mind?!!” Nathan was dutifully climbing this steep rocky slope as fast as he could & looked like a mini-Michelin Man as he labored on. “ No daddy!! I’m scared daddy!!”, Nathan repeatedly called back to his dad. His father could be heard audibly giggling as he encouraged his young son up the slope. “ You’re okay Nathan” was his daddy’s call back to him. “ I’m right behind you son, you can do it I know you can.” Now, Nathan at no time looked back. He kept his eyes on the hill ahead of him & though he was less than confident, he kept climbing. I had assumed, as I watched his bulky snowsuit body keep going up & up that hill, that at some point he would just sit down & begin to cry … but he never did. When the filming finally showed them at the crest of the hill the grin on Nathan’s face was from ear to ear!!! A priceless moment of victory for this little guy!! Courage had been birthed in himself & a bond of trust had been built with his daddy --- who had not lied to him.!!! His daddy was right --- He HAD done it !!!
That is a picture of faith for us. As you move through life & begin to climb your own rocky slopes, don’t forget your Daddy is right behind you. HE will be the lamp to your feet & the light for your path.!! HE is the one that sticks closer than a brother. HE is the one about whom you can say “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me”. “ If GOD be for me then who shall be against me?”You make be scared but just keep your eyes on the road ahead & say “ I’m coming LORD!!--- “ I can barely move, but I’m coming LORD !!!” “ My lip is bloody & my eyes are swollen from the fight … but I’m coming LORD!” “ I’ve got nowhere else to go so I’m coming LORD!” “ I’m exhausted from the struggle but I’m coming LORD!!” FAITH is knowing that there is a divine hand moving in an unexplainable world. I cannot feel HIM but I know HE is there. I cannot show you a picture of HIM but I know HIS face by heart. I cannot tell you what HIS voice sounds like … but I can hear HIM unmistakably in my spirit.
Copyright © by Lynn Parker