Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Stuttering Awe...


"Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears from
the eyes of woman." -Ludwig Van Beethoven

Last night was unreal. The Wiltern Theater in LA had a private benefit concert... Tim Reynolds and Dave Matthews.

I still am stumbling through feeble words attempting to convey it.

If we are designed to worship Something or Someone...

wor‧ship
1. adoring reverence or regard

Main Entry: worship
Part of Speech: noun
Definition: honoring
Synonyms: adoration, adulation, awe, beatification, benediction, chapel, church service, deification, devotion, exaltation, genuflection, glorification, glory, homage, honor, idolatry, idolization, invocation, laudation, love, offering, praise, prayer, prostration, regard, respect, reverence, rite, ritual, service, supplication, veneration, vespers


...last night revealed that innate design unique in humans.

Starting with Bartender and building unrelentingly richer and more powerful verses swimming in deep and breathtaking waves of incredible sound... The show was unbelievable, three sacred hours non-stop.

The gift of being reminded the depth to which we are able to experience that deep stirring that compels adoration, adulation, awe, worship.... is what leaves me fumbling and stuttering through weak, inadequate words.

That place of being lost and abandoned to one thing is sanctified ground.... it transcends the binding of flesh and blood and touches something uncontainable, indescribable.

It's the place that says, this is it... this is the essence of our being... this is the design we fit into.

To worship.

Saturday, October 28, 2006

even weeds are beautiful...

My little brother just came in from playing ....
dirty and roughed up
like every little boy should be after an hour outside.
He walked up to me with both of his hands tight behind his back,
"Pick a hand...." I pointed to both.
He got a huge grin on his face, his eyes sparkling with the unveiling of his secret and pulled his hands out from their hiding place....
to present me with three perfectly beautiful single-stemmed brown weeds.
Captivated.
A dozen red roses could not have done to me what theses three little hand-picked weeds did.
That's the offbeat wonder of love.

Friday, October 27, 2006

torn veil...

In the nakedness
of a beggar
Power wrapped in
poverty
The giver
thirsty, hungry
The greatest
is the least-
Ironic deception.
And we shuffle by
Blind to the one behind the veil
‘Til a shadow
becomes
the tangible-
Healing by a double-edged sword
To worship is human
To love is of God.
Hands of mercy-
The veil is torn
In the nakedness of a beggar…
The eyes so lowly
Are the eyes
of God

©2006 by Brittany Hogan

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

lacking more...

I thought
He was at this table
with us-
We're ever feasting
still more hungry
ever lacking.
This unkempt stranger outside
The one with only bread and wine
So simple what he is offering
the needy,
the poor,
the hungry,
the weary,
the sinners…
A taste and they are
Satisfied
Drink and are overflowing.
This banquet's prepared
for someone with
More-
More than bread
More than wine
More to bring to the feast we’ve made
More...
More...
but
Humble compared to the rich meat-
Poor next to the delicacies on
the finely crafted plates-
This stranger’s offering
the thing that is
Lacking
The bread
The wine
of mercy

©2006 by Brittany Hogan

Saturday, October 21, 2006

made to be...

He lived it fully
and called to follow
Made to be a people of
Love
We’ve wandered away.
Lost
Polished-
but not clean
Tickling terms
Sunday sacrifice
Words left undone
The light
into darkness
Strangers we’ve become
Far from the calling-
Made to be people of
Love.

©2006 by Brittany Hogan

Friday, October 20, 2006

Core...

"Servant of God. Well done; well hast thou fought
The better fight, who single hast maintained
Against revolted multitudes the cause
Of truth, in word mightier than they in arms;
And for the testimony of truth hast borne
Universal reproach, far worse to bear
Than violence; for this was all thy care
To stand approved in sight of God, though worlds
Judged thee perverse"
From Book Six John Milton's Paradise Lost

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Less Than More...

Still lacking
my cup is running over
Something's missing-
Spill this cup
into empty hands
spill over
until this cup is empty
and
follow One
who spilled himself
for the thirsty
the dirty
the empty.
My cup's been
filled
Something's missing
Spill this cup
until it's empty
Less than more-
Complete.

©2006 by Brittany Hogan

Monday, October 9, 2006

Peace Within Reach...

TODAY...
OCTOBER 09-10...


Maybe your voice is the one that's missing...


...see link for details...