There You Are, Peter

Jesus was beaten, whipped, crucified, and buried. He descended into Hades and returned

to the land of the Living to present Himself before His followers, who were in hiding.

They saw Him and believed, except for Thomas, who was not there. When His disciples

told him about the resurrected Lord, he refused to belief unless He touched the scars,

and today we call that doubt. But Isaiah 53:3 tells us that the Son of Man would be so

mangled His own followers would not recognize Him. In order to know Him you had to

push through the scars.

 

This reminds me of the movie “Hook” where Peter Pan (played by Robin Williams)

returns to Neverland after being away for so long. He has been away so long the Lost

Boys do not recognize him, not until one boy pushes back the wrinkles to see

Peter as he once was.

 

Jesus is the same today, yesterday, and always. Lord, may we have the guts to see Your

scars, to feel for ourselves the Lord is resurrected.

The God of Many Hats

We want to put God in a box

He’s a loving God

a warrior God

an unknowable God

a personal God

a He

a They

a person

a Spirit

a force

When in fact the beautiful thing about God

is that His person encompasses all these things

in ancient times,

they had many gods,

a god of shoes, of war, of harvest, of whatever

then the Jews came along and made

a crazy assertion,

that there was just God

and ever since then we have tried to split Him

up into little bits

because our brains love to compartmentalize things

but God remains God

the I AM, the God of infinite potential

I’m as guilty of this as the next person

of projecting onto, of pigeonholing Him

Yet the moment we allow God to be God

the moment He reveals Himself

to be ever so much more incredible than

we ever imagined He could be

we just have to have faith and trust

enough to allow Him to do so,

and allow ourselves that potential ourselves

so that we can be everything He meant us to be.

 

 

The Beautiful Nuance

There is a subconscious presupposition

that if we belong to this group

or believe this thing

or partake in this activity

that we must do everything that this group

does

and believe everything else associated with this thing

and do all these other activities

connected with this one activity

but that’s not true

or even necessary

the goal is not to be complacent

but to walk a personal walk

to take ownership

of our own unique design

rather than just hold

the company line

Our nuances make us interesting

they are simultaneously scary and attractive

for that which makes us most interesting

also brings attention to us

it is not loud it is not proud

it just is and that screams out like a firework

into the universes

“i am here”

Hello! My Name is Aaron

Hi,

My name is Aaron Ybarra, named after Aaron the brother of Moses,

sent by God to help the prophet when he doubted himself.

He acted as Moses’ mouthpiece before Pharaoh.

As soon as they were out of Egypt however,

Aaron kinda went crazy.

Under pressure from his peers,

he built a golden idol while Moses was away

and claimed that it just kinda happened

when caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

He and Miriam also talked smack on Moses while

he was in the tent with the presence of God.

And died in the wilderness.

My name means “lofty, high, exalted, mountain.”

Fitting now that I am in the Blue Ridge of North Carolina.

In the Bible, there is a lot in a name.

Nothing is lost.

So,

What can we learn from this?

What is my legacy?

I am a helper. I am a spokesperson.

I am also suggestible and can fly off the handle

when not under careful supervision.

I am a leader but also a born follower.

I need a mentor and a guide

to help me be a fully realized me.

So, Jesus empower me to speak,

to evangelize, to help, and come beside.

Guard my tongue and my heart.

Rid my heart of deception.

Let me own my issues.

Cleanse me of all pride.

Keep me pure of influences that would

have me make an ass out of myself.

As the song says,

“Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love
Here’s my heart, oh, take and seal it
Seal it for Thy courts above.”

Amen.

 

Escape Artists

My cats are wannabe escape artists
They dream of being outside cats,
but they’re not.
That does not stop them from trying though.
Every day when my wife and I get home,
they try to get out.
Sometimes, they double-team us,
figuring with our attention divided
they could finally succeed.
Sometimes they get out as far as the porch
and freeze,
as if utterly awestruck at their own accomplishment.
They have tried this enough times
that finally the day came
where one of them managed to escape detection,
slipping past us into the front yard.
My wife was the first to notice, but not until the following morning.
She walked around the house with a can of tuna,
then outside the house.
Finally the cat appeared, covered in cobwebs while trying to seek shelter
from the elements.

We’re not all that different from out feline friends.
We go against ourselves, telling ourselves we are this or that
when we’re not.
God entertains us for a time,
but eventually the truth hits the fan.
And we wander back a little wiser,
with our own tale of woe to tell.
Still, God is patient and kind and has a can of tuna ready.
We’re His after all.
He always is glad to see us return.