Faith-colored glasses

We were invited to attend a concert in the village up the road a’piece.

Every artist needs a promoter who believes in their work and direct others to it

Claire is her mother’s biggest fan. “She wrote a song for me,” Claire says. “Middle child.”

Middle children get a bad rap sometimes, but I have grown old enough to recognize that every place has its problems, and its purpose.

It’s all a matter of perspective really. Consider this — does your faith narrow your view of the world around you?

Or does your faith open up an entirely new world for you?

Does your faith isolate you from the rest of the world?

Or does your faith enhance the beauty of the world in which you now live?

Does being a person of faith  feel a bit like living inside a walled city sometimes?

 Or perhaps stuck away in some ivory tower, shut off from the real world?

Or does your faith enhance your sense of humor?

Does being  a person of faith allow you to see what others are missing?

Does your faith come with a goody bag of whimsy?

Does your faith make you aware that your life is full of abundance?

Do you see each day as a special treat from Creator God?

Does being  a person of faith make you silly happy?

Or does being a person of faith make you want to arm yourself?

Does the world seem full of demons?

Do you see dangers around every corner?

Do you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders?

Or do you find that being a person of faith makes you step more lively?

And to recognize the beauty in the here and the now?

Do you see the crucifixion in light of the resurrection?

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  • Gary Nelson

    Wonderful pictures! Thanks for sharing 🙂

  • AFRoger

    A couple of years ago when journalist T.R. Reid was at Powell’s Books to read from his work on the health care issue, a member of the audience had an interesting question. “Do you suppose,” she asked, “that Europe was able to take such a different approach to health care was that the economies were essentially destroyed by WWII, allowing them to essentially start over?” Reid replied that he hadn’t thought of it in those terms before but that she surely had a valid point. How does faith lead us to war, peace and new vision?
    Walking around older cities and towns in Europe sometimes offers Americans their first opportunity to visit a landscape on a human scale that isn’t designed around the automobile. How much of our faith has led us to war? And how does the aftermath of life’s faith crises afford us the opportunity to rebuild from the ashes and rubble but keep things on a human scale?
    Steps and doorways need to be similar in size the world over. We have more in common than the things that divide us. How does faith help us see the common-ness of our existence?
    When we lived in Turkey 2.5 years and bought all our fruit, produce, bread, meat and yogurt without almost any pacakaging, we never got sick once. The women in the bakery are handling food without plastic gloves. And I doubt anyone will get sick or die. Faith is healthier when it is unwrapped.
    The halberds. Were any once stained with blood? Did they take life? Did they save it? Could any ever give it? Can we make a relic of all “faith” that doesn’t save and give life?

  • Sharon O

    Wonderful pictures, wonderful challenging words. I liked it very much.