What All Heroes Do

I watched you care:

You encouraged the shattered

You stitched up the wounded

Rebuilt the fallen hero

Your faith quenched their arrows

 

I watched you fight:

You carried the exhausted

You reported the assaulted

Protected the innocent

Your armor was not militant

 

I watched you lead:

You steered thru scattered ruins

You advanced out of confusion

Restrained the hostile ones

Your heart preached from other tongues

 

Words of Exhortation

I want to encourage you with the same words I received last week from my pastor.  And that is, “You are in transition.  God will not allow you to fall.”

Transition can take many forms: for instance, labor.  The experience can be one of intense pain, practically unbearable.  But you know the pain won’t last forever and at the end lies the greatest reward.  Or, it can be quick and sudden like changing gears in a car.  Or, it can be long and gloomy with no light at the end of the tunnel.  In the midst of darkness, you lose sight of God’s presence and feel He has abandoned you.

But I’m here to tell you saints, Don’t Give Up!  I’ve learned that no matter how uncomfortable the period of transition is- change is a good thing.  That is how things evolve into something new: a caterpillar into a butterfly; an embryo into a fetus; an egg into a chick.  Therefore, don’t resist the process of transition: trust it and embrace it with gladness.  The ultimate goal is to become like Jesus.  So, surely God will not allow you to fall!

The Church Window

Every Sunday I watch out my church window

Thinking something will move, something out there will change

But the cold air in February freezes time,

So, I rest soundly on HIS creation in the meantime

The clouds become my pillow

 

Every Sunday I stare out my church window

Hoping I catch a revelation, maybe from a swaying twig or two…I do

the white brisk sky illuminates dusty limbs

I see branches with life extend

from my lungs and trees, I take a breath

Breathing for my existence to continue.  I say thank you…

 

Every Sunday I can’t ignore my church window

There’s a surprise waiting for me, this I know

Meanwhile, the stillness creates a melody for me to hear

Tunes from my secret heart, I listen for the intro

I Am Calm is the song; because I stared out my church window 20180217_143131.jpg

We ARE Connected

I often hear we’re all connected; but how? I pondered this word connection from many angles and came up with a conclusion.

I believe we connect by touch. When I embrace my children, I’m physically telling them a story of how I feel. That I love them. And I’m here to be their everything. And I’m not going anywhere; they’re safe. Or when I hold a sick patient’s hand to comfort. Or pat the sober addict’s back for a job well done. Or witness two tree branches touch in an intimate way. Touch is needed to bind us when words aren’t expressed.

We connect through words- talking and laughing. The same tongue used to praise Our God is the same tongue used to communicate the desires, the hurts, the sufferings, the hopes of our heart. When two beings share in pain and suffering, the emotion evoked from empathy causes these two people to connect. This movement of compassion is powerful. So much so, bystanders who witness this connection, somehow feel involved.

And consider this- we need oxygen which is supplied by the trees and plants. And plants and trees need carbon dioxide which is supplied by our every exhale. Therefore, we’re also connected to others by our need for one another. Even a MENtor connects with MEN (mankind) MENtally because their need for one another is influential. What’s a leader without a team? Or a teacher without students? A pastor without sheep? A doctor without patients?

We ALL need one another. We’re interwoven into the same structure, by the same hands, at the same time. Surely, we are ALL Connected.

It’s The Small Things….

Today, I was in the workroom, which is a place where our mailboxes are located, fax machine, and copier.  Even the cookies that are freshly baked every day, can be found in this room.  While the receptionist walked in and out, I stood there struggling to detach this staple from a document because I couldn’t find a staple remover.

Approximately, one hour later, I went back to the same old workroom and as usual needed a staple remover. As I gathered the paperwork, there was a staple remover in clear sight.  My inside shouted, “YES!”  Amazingly, I had a good guess who placed that staple remover there.  I peeked around the door and asked the receptionist, “Did you put this staple remover in here?” As I held it in my hand.  She smiled, “Yes. Awl you noticed that?  Thank you!  WOW!”

As I removed the staple with ease, I write the words felt in my spirit.

It’s the small things….

Something so small as a darn staple remover, proved to be confirmation of HIS Holy Word

The receptionist, who manages the office, saw one of the workers had a need

She supplied it without making a shout, I didn’t have to ask

She gently placed what I needed within my reach, in clear view

Just as Our Heavenly Father watches HIS children

To ensure they have everything they need!

“And my God will meet ALL your needs according to the riches of HIS glory in Christ Jesus.”- Philippians 4:19

“WE” A Black American History Poem/Prayer

WE thank the Lord for this glorious day!

WE thank the Lord for those that paved the way!

The herald voice of Mahalia Jackson, WE hear YOUR love.

WE are forever grateful, for freedom felt from above.

The intellect and grace you give, is never partial.

For, WE see YOUR goodness in Thurgood Marshall.

To the many embodied with endurance, who made a landmark-

Refused to give up, like Barack Obama and Rosa Parks.

For, YOUR hope covers us like an umbrella,

The same comfort YOU gave Nelson Mandela.

During times of white hooded sheets and police,

WE thank YOU Lord for YOUR peace.

In your appointed and anointed one, Martin Luther King-

WE saw your insight, courage and light; WE saw everything.

Like Muhammad Ali, Jackie Robinson and Jessie Owens;

YOU brought us faith and patience, seen thru the eyes of great ones.

For the ones YOU instill with wisdom like Harriet Tubman,

WE give you all the praise, honor and glory…AMEN AMEN AMEN!

 

Sheyda Irani

 

 

 

Connected, Bonded, and Linked with All Creations…

Are we all, really connected?  Yes, I’ve heard of the concept but, what does that really entail?  To be quite honest, I don’t feel connected to the racist skinhead who spews hatred, every chance they get.  I don’t feel connected to a pedophile who looks at children as sex symbols.  So, I had to dig deep and find what this really means.  And this is what I’ve concluded thus far.

All of God’s creations seem to have many characteristics that are alike.  Take for instance, the physical likeness of ROOTS.  Not the movie Roots, but the sprout out like roots, seen in plants and trees.  But, if we look at the circulatory system of the brain, heart and lungs, we’ll see they’re very similar.

Consider, all the amazing things that are in the shape of a circle; they all have a CORE.  For instance, travel up beyond the clouds, and see how similar the stars, sun, planets and black holes are to all living cells and its nucleus.

Take into account, the cochlea of the ear that’s uniquely shaped like the snail, a snake embryo and a particular type of seashell.  And of course, we can’t forget the kidneys. They’re shaped like a shrimp and just like the bean- kidney beans.

I always pondered what lies on the other side of a black hole.  Suddenly, this evening I thought, what if the other side is something like the optic nerve.  Amazingly, I find the black hole so similar to the pupil and iris.  For, the function of the optic nerve, is to transfer the images from the retina directly to the brain and back.  It’s mind-blowing to think about this possibility.  Since, one optic nerve has over a million of nerve fibers attached.  Can you imagine how much energy is behind the black hole?  Jaw-dropping!

So, my final analysis is this: obviously, all God’s creations are more similar than not. Which, proves that Yes; we’re connected in a divine way.  We’re linked in a way that surpasses our understanding.  That, I’m sure given the patience and wisdom, we could see that all of the answers to our problems- are found in each other.  That maybe, just maybe the ants and flies that get on our nerves, may be the answer to the common cold.  Every problem has a solution, right?  And maybe just maybe, behind every black hole is an optic nerve like structure.  Which is directly linked to a brain center……

Matthew 6:22, “The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are healthy, your whole body will be full of light.” (NIV)

“The eyes are the window of the soul.”- English Proverb