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Saved

28 years ago I was SAVED and am still being SAVED today.

The word SAVED, as in the Christian sense, has been derided, mocked, and even seen as something negative though it is used in the Bible to denote the idea of soul salvation or rescue.

Even I have tempered the word for fear of how it would be received.

Yet, I have been SAVED from a life of drug and alcohol addiction, a future in prison, and/or a premature death. Scores of people around me have been SAVED from the negative and violent interactions of an emotionally abusive man. My grown children were able to become stable professionals and homeowners despite the dysfunction I inflicted on them in their early years.

And, yes, my soul has been saved from eternal separation from God and that is better than a good thing.

The Power of Ion

the-power-of-ionDuring my morning prayers, as I went through the list of things, I was struck with a thought: While reading my prayer list and asking God to do or help myself and others with things placed on my heart, the suffix -ion leaped into my lap (as a writer of fiction that’s the way I see it). Fiction, there’s another -ion word.

-Ion is a suffix appearing in words of Latin origin, denoting action or condition. It is used in Latin and in English to form nouns from stems of Latin adjectives (communion; union), verbs (legion; opinion), and especially past participles (allusion; creation; fusion; notion; torsion).
A few thoughts thumped and bumped in my head:
-Ion changes things like an adjective to a noun. It takes a modifier and makes something out of it.

-Ion is an action word; it gets things done.

-Ion ends one of my favorite words, FICT-ion. One of my passions is writing, reading, and dreaming up fict-ion-al tales.

AND

ION is a noun used in Physics and Chemistry:

Defined as an electrically charged atom or group of atoms formed by the loss or gain of one or more electrons, as a cation (positive ion) which is created by electron loss and is attracted to the cathode in electrolysis, or as an anion (negative ion) which is created by an electron gain and is attracted to the anode. (A lot of God words in there)

The same process is used in batteries to store and release power.

Batteries have three parts, an anode (-), a cathode (+), and the electrolyte. The cathode and anode (the positive and negative sides at either end of a traditional battery) are hooked up to an electrical circuit. The chemical reaction in the battery causes a buildup of electrons at the anode.

Those definitions tell me that I-O-N has power

So when you’re praying for, vision, direction, provision, passion, or protection, you are activating powerful forces.

Fiction does a similar thing releasing the power of imagination and, if it’s good fiction, it speaks truth to the parts of our soul that only God can reach.

Fiction is a lie, and good fiction is the truth inside the lie.” – Stephen King

“Literature is a luxury; fiction is a necessity.” ― G.K. Chesterton

“Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.” – Albert Camus

 

Divine Insanity

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Here, I offer my own bit of madness at work.

In the classical world, the phenomenon of “love at first sight” was understood within the context of a more general conception of passionate love, a kind of madness or, as the Greeks put it, Theia Mania (“madness from the gods”). -Frank Tallis “Crazy for You”

But what if God himself were the maddest of all? (I say so only from our human point of view) For if God were indeed mad, then mad would be normal and the loftiest goal to aspire to.

Some say God’s mad as in angry; I know it’s not true,
But, perhaps God still is the maddest of all.
Divinely Mad,
Madly Divine,

Omnipotent Madness shaped us stable and sound,
All things in our power, save for one little tree.

One little tree that would bring us to be,
Broken and marred, ashamed and weighed down.
Yet, Omnipotent Madness, never left town.

Wallowed in mire, we were tragic in deed,
‘till the Madness of God, Hung His Son on a tree.

Bleeding and dying, the whole world in His sight,
Forgive them! He cried, ‘till, He suffered and died.

Wrapped in white linen he lay in the tomb,
Three days in the dark as hope slipped away,
None could remember this mind-boggling promise.

“Give me three days, and you’ll see me again.”

So, our story’s not over,
Wait there’s still more,

Omnipotent Madness made a decree,

“Raise Him again and let the whole world see!”

So, in Power and Glory, Christ rose from His grave.
Five-hundred and more, saw, touched, and felt.
Mary thought him a gardener,
Yet, you still won’t believe?

What will it take for the truth you to see?
Divinity died for you and for me.

Perhaps for a good man, some would dare die,
But ragged old sinners, cast offs and lame?
It’s hard to believe that God could be sane.

-M. Matheson revised 2016

I welcome your thoughts and comments, but please, if you want a theological argument, consider my madness and then move along.

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Impossible

Taking Jericho, my next book, is not about playing the odds, it’s about beating them by not living according to what’s possible but instead ordering our lives along the lines of impossibilities; not being limited by what is the commonly accepted definition of possible. A life like that is entirely possible.

To be enslaved by or at the very least limited by what’s possible in life is much too narrow of existence for me, much like how I once heard a rut described.freshly-dug-grave

“The only difference between a rut and a grave are the dimensions.”
Ellen Glasgow

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Many of the things, goals and/or accomplishments I want seem so unlikely, but that doesn’t mean I don’t believe they could happen. Some call that arrogance or a fanciful form of extreme optimism. I am often guilty of the former but seldom the latter. Still, I realize my faith can at times be arrogant.

“With men this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”
Jesus of Nazareth

The words of Jesus inform the basis for my belief in the impossible coming to pass.

On that note, the grave is not the end. We all live forever. Living forever is something many people have searched for, and there it sits, right under their noses, either stinking up the environment or adding the sweet perfume of eternity.

As I sniff the crisp air of eternity, I sense the possible dressed up as the impossible.

IMPOSSIBLE is the impostor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What’s possible for you?

I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very well. Psalms 139:14