The Creator

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What we bring into existence is

a celebration of the Spirit that moves

us into and through this short-lived

world. May it be joyful. And, may it

learn from joylessness to be

joyful still.

Don’t waste your time here my

dears. Don’t give it over to another.

There’s something to be done

with it that is beautiful, that praises,

that brings Heaven to Earth and

Earth to Heaven.

Be the creator. Adorn your life.

Adorn Life. Use your hands as the canvas

and as the worker of the canvas. We

must have brushes with life that break

the heart and mend it just so much.

I’m telling you to do things that others

might find daring and dismissable. So,

be stubborn about it if you have to. You

must attend to the Divine in your own way.

Don’t negotiate your soul’s longings.

Once I biked across the great terrain of pain

in little more than shorts and a halter top,

but, dear Lord, so much came of it and

still remains a manifest blessing.

I’m asking you to be true to what draws forth

smiles and laughter, to that which cherishes

and honors relationship. That’s the communion.

That’s what creates belonging and restores faith

when imperfections teach us about our humanity.

I think there is something too to be said about

singing, about how we use our voices to rejoice.

We shouldn’t get comfortable with being off key.

We must keep asking ourselves to align with

notes that are true to the heart’s intent, and

to that which inspires the heart.

The same can be said about the way we play

and about being stylish. Every act is an act

of worship, or it should be. Why be subtle about

it or satisfied with indifference? There should be

expectations of glory. The Creator never does

away with his good creation. Why not? Because

it’s no longer his. Good creations are claimed

away from us. They have things to do.

That’s gospel. That’s what there is to teach. And,

it’s with our lives that we do the teaching. So,

with all that said, I’m going to leave you with

this:

Even in our most brokenness, the choices

are always ours to make. May at least one of them

be about a love that goes on creating.

Hmmm.

© 2019/Jamie K. Reaser

In celebration of Eloise Gardiner Giles

June 9, 1921 to April 16, 2019

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