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- This Side of the Grave
- The Chosen Unpopular
- Another Dead Rose
- Yet as a Fool
- Pray-Waiting
- They Also Serve
- Having Done All, Stand
- Casting Life-Lines
- God Meant it for Good
- I Could not Pick it Up
- Asking the Wrong ?'s
- Not Fantasy--Faith
- The Branches Protest
- This is Why Waiting is Difficult
- But Death Expected You
- Sensing Constant Disapproval
- A Dozen Long-Stemmed Dandelions

I Corinthians 13:12; Romans 8:24,25; Hebrews 6:18,19; Psalm 42:8;
Hebrews 12:2; I Thessalonians 4
On this side of the grave
the mirror is dark;
We don't see You plainly.
On this side of the grave,
We are walking by faith;
as You teach us to trust You.
Yes, our vision is dim
On this side of the grave;
as we walk by the light
that you give us each hour.
With our nearsighted eyes,
we only have glimpses
of Your majesty, glory, and power.
On this side of the grave,
We are walking by faith,
We can't see You, Lord.
On this side of the grave
We are living in hope,
For we love You, and we praise You
from this side of the grave.
Still we wait for the time
and we cling to the Hope
that anchors us, steadies us,
And makes us sing in the dark!
When we lift up our eyes,
and the veil of the skies is rent open.
And we thrill to the shout,
to the voice that calls out,
Come on home now!
And His Face
will erase
all the deafness and blindness and doubt
that has plagued us
and dismayed us
on this side of the grave.
lori fiechter
2-14-05

I Corinthians 1; James 2; Luke 1:52,53
We prefer the presence of the popular:
the well-spoken and
well-favored and
well-formed.
Not so Jesus.
He went out of His way
("Let's pass through Samaria")
to rub shoulders with the
overlooked or despised,
to eat with them,
talk with them,
heal them,
forgive them.
They loved Him,
and followed Him.
He bragged about their faith,
about the faith of these outsiders.
And that is how God works,
He chooses the unpopular
to carry His banner.
And the proud are made to stoop
While the meek become His heirs.
lori fiechter
2-14-05

Those lovely Valentine Roses, on February 21st
(Isaiah 35; Genesis 47:9; Isaiah 26:19)
Another dead rose--
I try to remember it as it was:
fresh, fragrant, vibrant.
Is it any better, really, to
die on a rosebush than in a vase?
All death is premature,
though not always unwelcome.
We were not created to die.
We have not attained to the
years of our fathers--
Jacob lamented as much.
Our pilgrimage is brief.
And so the petals crumble into dust
and wait for the call to resurrection,
wait for the Prince's kiss of life,
wait to bloom again,
unfaded and never thirsty,
singing in the desert.
lori fiechter
2-07-05

To quote the martyr, Jim Elliot: "He is no fool who gives what he
cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose."
(II Corinthians 11:16; I Corinthians 2:14; Acts 26:24)
So I seem foolish to you--
beside myself,
witless, out of my mind,
out of step.
You can't hear my Drummer;
Your world is too noisy.
Be still a moment,
listen.
It is the fool who will not hear,
the fool who stops his ears from truth
and sings lies to himself,
pleasant, bouncy little lies.
lori fiechter
2-08-05

I could have prayed.
I had a minute there,
waiting for the page to download;
Two minutes waiting at a red light;
four minutes in the checkout lane,
and countless minutes doing countless auto-pilot tasks
where I just let my mind wander or worry.
There were hours when I tossed and turned,
counting woolly quadrupeds;
I could have prayed.
I had the time.
lori fiechter
2-08-95

this time, the reference is to Miltons poem
"On His Blindness"
(Zechariah 4:10; Luke 16:10;Matthew 10:42)
Invisible ones,
Standing, waiting cheerfully,
far from the front lines,
doing what they can
from where they stand.
They are faithful in the least,
not despising small things,
though they be forgotten, overlooked
and underappreciated.
Men's eyes are elsewhere
but the invisible ones
are seen by HIm and
marked for reward.
There is a crown laid up for those
who have no strength to run,
who can but stand and wait
and pray.
They are the unseen knees and shoulders
for the front line warriors,
They also serve who only
pray and wait.
lori fiechter
2-07-05

(Ephesians 6:13; I Samuel 17:47)
Stand firm, stand fast, stand strong
against the unseen onslaught of
heart-seeking missiles:
Foul arrows
to tempt, to affright, to discourage.
Stand.
It is the hero's role,
though outnumbered and with little strength remaining:
Luther at Worms,
Leonidas at Thermopylae,
Frodo at Mount Doom.
Do not grow weary,
Do not give up.
Hold your ground.
The battle is the Lord's.
You stand in His strength;
You stand by His grace;
and having done all you can,
You stand.
lori fiechter
2-03-05

Catch! Catch!
The line drifts away.
"I am not drowning!
I'm standing in a puddle.
Stop throwing ropes at me!"
Jump! Jump!
Unheeded warning.
"There is no fire here--
You're crazy! Go away!
Flee!Flee!
"I see no wrath to come.
You are deluded.
I will not take your parachute,
nor your lifeboat,
nor your scratchy rope.
I'm fine, just fine.
There is no danger here,
Stop trying to scare me.
Stop trying to save me.
Stop trying."
--I cannot. I cannot watch you perish
and I cannot look away.
lori fiechter
2-02-05

The Bible states that even the wrath of man will ultimately praise God (See Psalm
76:10) and yet how hard it is for me to see ultimate good in present uncomfortable
circumstances. Think of Joseph as an OT type of Christ. His slavery and false imprisonment
turned toward his brother's redemption. Likewise man's greatest evil--the cross--was
turned to our greatest good--our salvation. God is in the business of redemption, and
working all things according to His will, to His ultimate purpose. Think of Moses and
David, of Jonah and Abraham--and you.
(Genesis 50: 20; Isaiah 55:8-11; Romans 8:28, 35)
They meant to be rid of him,
Shake loose of him,
be free of him.
They thought evil,
But God meant it for good,
even for their salvation.
We are still unfamiliar
with His thoughts and His ways and
His redemption of evil things:
of our ill-treatment, misfortunes, and calamity
--yes, and even our own folly--
turning to His glory and praise.
That is the ultimate goal--His glory,
Not our present comfort.
God means to take the present circumstances
in your life
and turn them to His good.
lori fiechter
1-24-05

"It was so good, I could not put it down." There are books
like that; is your Bible one of them?
It smiled wanly at me
from its settled position atop the end table.
Such an important book--
Why, I could not do it justice
in the few spare minutes I had then.
I smiled back, half-guiltily,
"I'll read you later, when I have an hour."
I felt much better and even
jotted myself a note:
number 15 on my to-do list.
Most days, I never even get to number 7.
Thus I honor my most important Book.
lori fiechter
1-21-05

(Job 42:5)
We are asking the wrong questions,
Again.
We ask Job's "Why?!"
with far less provocation.
"Why this? Why now? Why me?"
His answers do not match our questions;
No matter, we are not listening anyway;
Our receivers are set to our own frequency.
Like Job, we want--even demand--answers.
He wants to give us
...Himself.
Lori Fiechter
1-21-05

I read an article yesterday by Anthony Falola (Washington Post) about
expensive Princess vacations, gobbled up by Japanese women who are hungry for
fulfillment, but settle for escapism. Fantasy chic, he called it.
I call it achingly sad.
(Joel 2:25, Jeremiah 29:11, Hebrews 12:2)
Faith in Christ offers no escapist fantasy
Of dress-up and pretend
That you are someone else.
It is no magic problem-zapper,
No instant wrinkle-smoother or relationship panacea.
But faith can offer context--
A different way to see your life
And the world around you.
A glimpse of the wide-angle view
That lies just outside your range of vision here.
In Christ, there are no meaningless circumstances,
No wasted efforts,
No locust years without redemption.
This Christian life is no fantasy vacation, but a
boot camp for royal heirs;
Patience.
There is joy set before you.
Lori fiechter
1-19-05

(John 15:1-6)
No fruit--
this branch goes,
But this one can stay;
In it, there is promise,
but also decay--and that,
He must first prune away.
Oh, the branches protest;
They don't mind a dead spot,
A bit of sun-choking tangle,
A little blight or black rot.
But the husbandman knows
What the product would be
If each of His vines
Were allowed to grow free.
So He uses His knife,
But the edge is kept keen;
He'll make no jagged tears;
The cuts are all clean.
And the fruit will be splendid
On those branches that stay
And abide in the Vine
That will never decay.
lori fiechter
1-10-05

Psalm 89: 46, 47 "How long, Lord? ...Remember how short my
time is."
Hebrews 10:36,37 "for ye have need of patience...for yet a little while"
Impetus? No electricity--due to ice storms--for a measly 6 hours
or so.
Because the future is uncertain
and feeble hope has not trumped fear;
Because the future is glorious,
the present mundane,
and we would escape--now.
Because life is short
and minutes are too precious to be wasted;
Because time drags on in daily monotony and sameness;
Or perhaps, because in waiting we come
face to face with our own souls
and find ourselves miserable company.
We discover that we are so very small
and not so much in control of our lives after all.
We would avoid such unpleasant thoughts.
Give our squirrelish minds another distraction
but do not force us to reflect.
And do not make us wait.
lori
fiechter
1-08-05

What? Death came as a surprise?
You thought he'd never find you,
at least not until you were ready to be found?
Well, Death is full of surprises.
The stinging shadow hides itself
and we are emboldened to live heedlessly.
"The Leveller will not level us!"
We will stand and not be swept away,
not be left
as shells upon the beach.
We will not
live forever here.
No!
I want to buy another life,
But I cannot pay the price.
Another life, another chance
and this time I will not waste it
right away.
Tell me how to buy another life!
Jesus!
You lived fully and died and live again.
Teach me.
Teach me how to live like that
and not live enslaved by fear
of that stinging Shadow.
lori fiechter
1-04-05

Romans 14:4 Who art thou
that judgest another man's servant? to his own master he standeth or
falleth. Yea, he shall be holden up: for God is able to make him stand.
(Psalm 103; Psalm 145:8)
Three strikes--if you're lucky.
How many times forgiven?
How many chances given?
How much slack allowed?
Enough? Often not.
We are so exacting of others,
and so willing to excuse our own errors.
Feel the disapproving tone,
the hint of exasperation,
"No. Not like that.
How many times do I have to tell you?
No. That's wrong too.
You forgot.
You blew it again.
Don't you ever learn?"
At every step,
a potential mine.
at every dawn,
fresh opportunities for failure:
foot faults and faux pas.
But Lord, You are not like we are--
reassure me once more that You are not like we are!
You are the God of Peter and David--of Israel,
The God of forgiveness and second chances.
You bear with us patiently, correct us with
infinite love,
and astonish us with Your grace.
We come broken and You mend us;
We come bleeding and You cry.
lori fiechter
11-21-04

Dandelions have no thorns;
They are cheerful, yellow weeds,
wimpy stemmed with bitter greens--
nutritious, if you can stand to eat them--
sweet-sour, with some bacon fat.
But dandelions are not roses,
they've little value with the florist,
They are not thornless roses,
And were not meant to be.
There are other lovely flowers,
others just as sweetly fragrant;
Others just as hard to grow.
but there is something almost poetic,
more viscerally poetic about the rose.
Perhaps it is the thorns?
Nothing easy is so cherished,
things too common are disdained,
They are maligned, mowed down, and stepped on.
They are dandelions.
But you won't tread on a rose bush, unawares.
Roses are not quite safe, they have a dangerous beauty,
Reminders, sadly lovely, of both Creation
and the Curse.
A thornless rose
would have to bear some other name.
For it couldn't be a rose without its armor,
not quite a rose without its bite,
just fragrant petals,
soft and fragile,
sweet and risk-free
that could never make us bleed or care;
Roses and thorns together--
how so like love and life they are,
how full of pain and fragrance,
how delicate and strong.
lori fiechter
12-17-04
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