isaiah 57 & 58

Posted by christin joy | | 11/27/2007 03:28:00 AM
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so i wrote this while i was at the harbor in tsim sha tsui. i was reading over and over a few chapters of the book of isaiah, particularly isaiah 57 & 58. this is what i came up, its kind of a mix of both chapters. i want it to be a song but i have to work out some bugs first and put music to it (oh bud! help me!!) but its just a rough copy anyway. if you are reading this, let me know what you think. i think i'll call it offering for change considering the times that are being recorded are still so similar to the days we're living in now and how the Lord offers a way out of the muck of this world.

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offering for change
the Righteous delivered from the sting of death,
cry aloud, like the sound of a trumpet.
the Righteous taken away from the plague of sin.
joy and peace is their bed.

how much longer will this continue
whoring and perversion, oh what a generation
everywhere are glimmers of adulterers and harlots.
Your words are clear and Your commands are true
they spit in the face of the one who created
turn their backs from the one who was crucified
to take away our pain, to take away our shame.

the Righteous ride on the heights of the earth,
cry aloud like the sound of a trumpet.
the Righteous who have been restored and consoled,
will one day arise in the heavens.

will you continue with your covetous heart
or allow the one who is willing and able
to heal, restore and comfort you, oh broken child.
nothing in this life can bring freedom or redeem but the one in whom you should truly delight
will you come away from your idols and burnt offerings
and open the pages of your heart to receive healing

the Righteous have had their lowly spirits revived,
cry aloud like the sound of a trumpet,
the Righteous take delight in Him, the Lord Jehovah
who restored the heart of the contrite

peace, peace to the far and the near
taken out of the miry clay.
peace, peace to the far and the near
You lead and restore
peace, peace to the far and the near
You comfort and revive
peace, peace to the far and the near
You offer the promise of healing.

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well thats that. i hope you enjoyed and were blessed, all few of those that actually read this. agape.

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the estranged...

Posted by christin joy | | 11/26/2007 05:56:00 AM
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Yeshua Ha'Maschiach. you are the only one that can prepare and make sense of our lives and the path you have laid before us. you say "blessed are the pure in heart" and i ask that your purity will go before us, will cleanse us of our shame and this disease we call sin. please allow our eyes to see how much you truly do love us. Abba, make sense of all of this - why does prideful yet false humility have to continue to hurt my heart. why do others inability to be cordial and Christ like have to fill my heart with sadness. why Lord, can i not just brush this off as i have been encouraged to do, why do i obsess over lost friends, why do i fall apart and hurt and cry over their friendship that is now lost. i know and am confident that what i did, what you instructed me to do was the right thing. Your word is so clear in how you want us to walk and how we are to handle issues of sin amongst fellow believers. only you can make sense of this for me and i know that you will. i am confident in your faithfulness. praise you Adonai.

theres so much on my heart and on buds right now. it was hard for me to write the above prayer as it is very open on how i feel about people, what i think of people and how i don't know what to do anymore. i don't want to beat anything into the ground, i'm just wondering what i am to do next. tomorrow we have a meeting about it with a bit of leadership here in hong kong and well, we'll see how it goes. i pray that it goes the way its supposed to, i pray the Lord's voice will speak louder than anyones. oh what a mess this turned into. what a fuss has been made. theres more to be said about our lives at the moment but my beloved has just returned home from work and i'm going to spend some much needed time with him. agape.

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the holidays.

Posted by christin joy | | 11/21/2007 09:32:00 AM
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my idea of a happy thanksgiving, unfortunately does not coincide with my husbands. these are the things you compromise on as husband and wife, but this thanksgiving is proving itself more difficult for me. i cherish every thanksgiving and every christmas as a day that we are given by the government to truly show we are thankful for what we have, to give praise to Our Lord openly with no hindrances and being able to show our thanks willingly. i know the cliche argument that people have for not celebrating these occasions: "you should be thankful everyday" or "Jesus was born in the spring" and "christmas is heretical if you do the research." but to me, those reasons are not important. yes we are to be thankful everyday and yes i realize that Christmas has turned from a celebration of Christ's birth (yes i know that He was born in the spring) to a greedy and needy time of give and take and another reason for people to party needlessly. but to me, these holidays are so much more. they have true value and hold a huge amount of gratification in my life. i grew up really enjoying christmas and thanksgiving "vacation", i grew up truly admiring the people in my life on these days. granted, there were a few years where things were ridiculous, but those were also the years where i was pretty nonsensical myself.

for the past 4 years, i have spent thanksgiving with my husbands family. it was very special to be able to spend time and see how they celebrate. with the exception of last thanksgiving, we have spent the rest of the time in the desert with his grandpa, in good old borego springs, california. it was nice because we'd ride dune buggies, hang out by the fire pit and just talk and have fun. then after thanksgiving dinner the "kids" - me, bud, steven and julie would watch tv. usually they'd fall asleep in their chairs and i'd end up watching the christmas movies that habitually show on thanksgiving. then we'd take the 2 hour (sometimes longer due to the amazing holiday traffic) trip back down to san marcos, california. that would be our thanksgiving. even though its different from what i'm used to - it was still special to me. different, but still special. my thanksgiving's, back in maryland would be as follows: the day before my mom and i would put together things that could be cooked early (i.e. pumpkin/pecan pie, any kind of casserole that just needs to be heated through the next day, etc.) the next day would be thanksgiving. i'd wake up to the smell of the turkey already in the oven, my mom would be baking from 6am or earlier. once i was fully awake, i'd help with the food and then watch football with my family.

then more of my family would come over. bob,donna and the kids would come over from the eastern shore. (usually matt is in georgia, so we'd just expect a phone call from him bright and early), and dan and sarah would come. they'd bring rolls and green been casserole. my dad would make the fruit salad and deviled eggs. once everything is cooked we'd sit down and pray, thanking the Lord for his bountiful blessings in each of our lives and his love and protection over our family. we'd then stuff our faces! then we sit on the couch, watch some tv or again, watch those famous christmas movies that come on tv. my favorites start being played about this time of year - "christmas story", "white christmas", "rudolph the red nose reindeer", "frosty the snowman", "mickey's christmas carol". all of the classic movies, i love! even the newer ones that are classics, such as "home alone 1&2". all these movies put me more and more into the holiday feel and cheer. i know, how cheesy right? irregardless, they make me feel right at home. after dinner and letting food digest we'd have pie. and after that digested, we'd slap some turkey on some rolls with mayo and have mini turkey sandwiches. everyone would go home to their respective houses and i'd stay home with my parents and mom and i would either watch another movie or they'd pass out and i'd call people on the phone or get on the internet. that is basically how christmas goes too - although you throw in the mix of opening some presents and stockings and such. just the little added silly fun.

holidays are important to me. its not the food that makes me happy, its not the "reason of the season". what it is, is the fact that i'm around everyone i love, stresses are left at the door or at least feel minimized for the time being and we just enjoy. we are truly thankful for life, for family, for love and mostly for the Lord God who gave us air to breathe and food to eat. he gave us family and friends to love and care for. he gave us security and shelter in His arms. hopefully, when i am blessed with the joys of children, i will be able to help mold and instill the same wonders of these holidays that my parents have for me. a time of pure enjoyment and love and fun with your family and close ones. a time where you can let your stomach out and noone cares if you weigh a few extra pounds. a time where you truly can "eat and be merry!" unfortunately, my husband does not share these values but i hope that he sees what these holidays mean to me and why they are so important. i can tell he probably knows i'm feeling more homesick at the moment because i'm not at home with my friends and family. truth is, i want to be home. i want to be back in california celebrating thanksgiving with bud's family in the desert. and for christmas, i want to be back in maryland celebrating with my family. but this year - its just me and bud.

i am truly thankful for so many things in my life. i am so thankful that i get to spend my thanksgiving and christmas with no one else but bud. i do wish we were at home, but since that is not an option this year - the Lord saw fit to let me and bud experience so many firsts, to start some of our own "family traditions", to learn to let our different views and desires for the holidays coincide, to compromise and learn from each others upbringings to form an amazing bud & christin newman thanksgiving and christmas. *sigh* so maybe i dont have my turkey dinner and my pie - but i have life, i have my husband, i have my dog and cat, and i have friends and family back in america who i know will be thinking of us. so regardless of my homesickness and my unyielding desire to be back in america, i am truly thankful for the place i'm in now and for the amazing love i have in my husband and even greater love in my Lord. thank you Jesus for another year, another day, another breath. thank you for my family. for my friends. for those i do not know. for all your children, for your creation. thank you for your love and guidance. please continue to shine your light in our lives. amen. agape.

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memories have a tendency to sting.

Posted by christin joy | | 11/12/2007 10:37:00 AM
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this new village house, the new neighbors, the new living situation. all of these things have become such a refreshing change of pace for my husband and i. regardless of the fact that we still have maybe 3 or 4 real friends out here, we are more available to the community and i love that. i love that i have found a friend in our new village that is not only ridiculously friendly, she also speaks perfect english! i just need to get over my shyness. does anyone know a cure for severe shyness? i did not used to be this shy i don't think, maybe i was and i was just around people who were not shy. if there is one thing i've learned about chinese people, its the fact that they are very shy people, or at least not very outspoken. they keep to themselves and it works for their busy lifestyles. maybe i have adopted their character trait of keeping to myself. i do not want to be a recluse, but sometimes i fear that it is too easy to be one in this city. there are so many people, doing so many new things all at the same time - so its easy to fade into the background. yes, even as a white person.

i have a huge desire to meet new people and get involved in their lives. but i'm so afraid to do it. i'm so afraid to get close to people i know i'm going to leave. if you know the life i've lived, you will know that i've dealt with massive amounts of loss when it comes to those who are close to me. just six months ago, i lost a dear friend to an aortic aneurysm . a little while before that i lost a friend from school, i lost a friend in the war, 3 years ago i lost a baby. so i'm afraid of getting close and then having to say goodbye. saying goodbye, no matter who you are is never easy for me, but i've had many spilled tears because i've had to say goodbye so often. you'd think it'd get easier, but unfortunately for me it does not. there are always tears, always a sinking feeling in my stomach, my face always gets hot and my heart always feels like its going to leap straight out of my chest. i don't handle goodbyes that well, i guess you have learned just from reading this paragraph.

i've been thinking of a lost friend quite a lot lately. my dear friend gordon mercovich. he passed away may 16, 2007 of an aneurysm in his aorta. he was otherwise top notch on the health scale and no one saw this coming. i just spoke to my friend donna (aka trissa) who was even better friends with him than i and she and i both have started thinking of him frequently. we're not quite sure why but we have started thinking about him so much, but we think it may be because we remind each other of the wonderful 7 foot tall man who had a contagious laugh, lots of love to give and a smile that could wipe away pain in a flash. the three of us would have non-stop flirt matches throughout the work day and keep each other company/sane by having "gordymails and donnamails and christinmails" all day. i'm surprised i never got in trouble for the amount of non-work related emails i had from those two. donna and i have recently reconnected after not having spoken in a while since i moved to hong kong. maybe its just because he cared so much. theres not a lot i can say without crying all over again. but i remember, when i received the news from donna that gordy had passed and the first thing i did was burst into tears and run in to tell bud. i could not stop crying and my breathing sped up. even now, i'm remembering. i called kyle and i called vaughn to tell them the news.

why are some things so vividly ingrained into your memory. why do those memories tend to be the bad ones? i can't help but think of him, i can't help but remember other past times where my heart bled. i can't help but think of times where my closest friends hearts were broken. i can't help but remember hurting when they hurt. good memories are forever remembered too, but why does the sting of sadness and hurt still cause additional pains when you revisit them? why do i have to remember the things that hurt the most, like my dear friend gordy passing away. i just wish i could hang out with him and hug him until i turn blue. i wish we could have had that amazing weekend we had planned of visiting sydney and doing all sorts of fun stuff. i wish donna, gordy and i could have had our fantastic weekend together. i wish that i could have had a few rum&cokes with him and danced the night away. i wish i could have hung out at his new house and played wow until the sun came up. :-/ i guess i'm just realizing *again* that those things we planned, those ideas and plans we had - will never happen.

all of this reminds me that life is so terribly short. we are not guaranteed tomorrow. :-/ i need to go rest and pray. i've sufficiently made myself depressed and i need to get out of my funk. agape.

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transpired beauty.

Posted by christin joy | | 11/10/2007 06:26:00 AM
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there are times when i just get in a mood where i want to write something that seems artistic. unfortunately, i am not terribly artistic, although i would love to be. writing is something i love to do, i have a passion for doing it. but it does not come as easily to me as others and i envy (kind of) those that have what seems to be a perfect and built in vernacular. but i still get joy out of writing and when i am inspired and do sit down to write, i find that i can come off quite poetic. maybe only to myself that is. but thats okay.

the other day i was thinking about a place. a place where i could run to get away from the chaotic happenings of this world. i could breathe in a fresh breeze rather than the smog filled air that surrounds me all day. i could bask in the sunshine or roll around in the snow and sing in the rain. i could jump and do cartwheels without caring if someone would see me acting in such a childish manner. a place i could gracefully dance to the rhythm of the song in my heart and sing it just the same. i think of places where my husband and i could run off to, to enjoy each other with the passion and true love we have that is God ordained.

there are times that if i could have one task for the day, it would be to walk on miles of green pastures with scattered trees and large stones perfectly set for the ideal portrait. strolling along, alone with my thoughts running widly, the breeze softly on my face and the sun warm on my back. it would be so easy to spend all day thinking of past life, wondering about the future, comprehending the present and being completely enamored by my creator. i'd find a large stone in which i could lean upon while staring off into the distance, drawing figurines in the dirt or picking wildflowers and clovers making quaint bouquettes. i'd lay down in the grass and find pictures in the clouds or lay wide eyed waiting for the skies to open up and soak me with its rain.

sometimes all i can do is dream looking out the windows for such an escape from everything, for some solitude. if i was able to bring but one person with me, it would most obviously be my beloved, my best friend, my husband. we could lay in the grass and stare into the skies, speaking of dreams and hopes for the future. have moments of silence and moments of laughter and chatter. we could feel as though we had the world at our fingertips, to our disposal and could do with it as we pleased. we could make love in fields of clover, with the sounds of birds and the warmth of the sun. we could lay beneath the clouds and thank God for the moments we spend together, enjoying each others company and being blessed insurmountably. i will forever hope for such a day; and even if that day does not come - lo and behold i will continue to dream, as it is one of my most treasured thoughts.

agape.

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