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Buzz [5.25.11]

Drink a cup of coffee

Strong coffee.

Wake up the body

The mind and heart are waiting

For everything else to

Catch up.

Leave room inside,

Vast and spacious

Montana soul.

Wide sky of blue

For flying,

For falling,

For shouting out the Name.

No space for

The Spirit of Lightness.

Gravity makes things heavy.

Heaviness makes things light.

Eternity is clapping,

For the runner

Is running his course.

The Word is weighty.

Teaching the steps

To the elusive dance.

Speaking out the movement

One by one by one

Wooden legs waiting

Stone feet tapping

An all-new rhythm.

The Word

Is not whatever.

It comes

And when it comes

It makes its home

And dwells.

Little Love Stories

In my Fiction Writing class we've been talking about short-short stories, otherwise known as flash-fiction or whatever.  Basically, it's a really short story.  No big deal, right?  Well, actually, for story-tellers, it can be a challenge to tell an entire story in less than a thousand words!!!  So, here's a couple of little love stories.  The first one was inspired by words from Parke Cottrell and a game called Buzz Words.  

Little Love Story #1:

On the oncology floor of the hospital, the sterile surfaces were disguised with plastic grapes and fake flowers.  The kids would pull off the leaves and write love notes to each other. 

On more than one occasion, these secret communiqués had fallen into the wrong hands, causing nurses to loose entire nights of sleep to bouts of weeping.

There was a file box behind the desk at the nurse’s station jammed with memorabilia; things the children had left behind when they moved on.  Photographs, colored-in pictures, tiny caps for bald heads.  The nurses tried not to open it too often.

On Thursday, poor emaciated Johnny succumbed.  They removed a green scrap from his clutching, lifeless hand.  "I love you," was all it said.  Sister Lilac burst into tears.  Only a week ago, she had retrieved a similar artifact from the cold grip of little Estelle.  "I love you too," was the simple message inscribed in Johnny’s enfeebled script on the artificial foliage.

Little Love Story #2:

“You know I would give my life for you,” Jimmy told her on a regular basis.  “Clearly not,” said Maggie, as the screen door slammed behind him yet again.  “Dying for someone and living for them are two very different things,” she always told the cuckoo clock in the hall.  When Maggie heard that old Jimmy’s been run down by a drunken driver outside a bar in Reno, she sighed and shrugged.  “At least I know he finally did something for me.”

Little Love Story #3:

She had cried all night; she was gone in the morning. She’d left only her handkerchief. He hadn’t known what to say to her, though now many options came to him. He held the hankie to his heart and cursed himself for driving her away with his silence. She needed words the way a flower needs water. But he’d never had a green thumb. It was just his way, to let things die. They’d had weeks and weeks of beautiful springtime but summer heat always follows, drying up the lush growth and scorching the ground. This kind of movement was confusing. Just when he’d gotten used to a season, it moved on. The world was always moving on and he was always struggling to catch up.
Write her a letter, said a tiny voice.
It’s too late, he said in response. But the paper was there and a pen on the desk in the kitchen. He opened toe drawer and found a single stamp among the litter of bills and papers.
“She’ll never get it,” he said aloud. He wanted her there, with him. Tangible. To trust his words to go out into the wide world and, somehow, to find their way to her seemed a leap of faith impossible for him to make. But it was the only way for him to tell her what she desperately needed to hear and what, he now realized, he desperately needed to say.

There you go!!!  All that story goodness in less than 500 words!


Peace,
Laura Cottrell 

Altered Books

This is a quick introduction to the world of Altered Books:

Begin with an ordinary book (preferably one you don't want to read, since you will be "altering" it quite a bit!).  

Rip out some of the pages.

Using your trusty Glue Stick, glue some of the pages together.

Hardback books are nice and sturdy!!!

Next, get out your Sharpie markers, crayons, photos, magazine clippings, stamps, paint, etc...and just have fun!  You can choose a theme for your Altered Book (such as "My Summer") or just use your Altered book for experimentation!

Here are some photos of pages from some of my Altered Books:  This one was done with paint chips, foam letter stamps, and acrylic paint.

This page was made with magazine clippings and cardboard letter stickers.

This page is a paper and magazine clipping collage on the theme of Psalm 130.

You can even cut out a space in your book and glue larger things inside it, like these shells.

The Book of Luke - Laura

So…the book of Luke.  I like Luke because he’s authentic.  He was a doctor and the only non-Jew to pen one of the gospels.  I think that’s important because he is writing to his Greek friends, people who don’t necessarily know all about the Jewish religion, people who are probably skeptical about the whole thing.  And he just tells it like it happened.  I love that Luke doesn’t pull punches; he doesn’t leave out or gloss over the hard and crazy things Jesus said.  (Check out Luke chapter 11 where Jesus curses the religious leaders with six woes for being “like unmarked graves which men walk over without knowing it”!!!) 

Jesus is inviting us to take off our masks!

In twenty-first century America, we are used to having everything sold to us.  We expect everything, including our breakfast cereal and toilet paper, to come to us in neat packages with brightly-colored pictures on the front.  I am bothered by the fact that we want Jesus to come the same way.  We want a story from the Bible that goes down easy, that we can pour milk over and eat with a spoon.  But Jesus doesn’t need a PR representative.  Jesus isn’t selling.  He told some rich religious people, “You are the ones who justify yourselves in the eyes of men, but God knows your hearts.  What is highly valued among men is detestable to God.” (Luke 16: 14-15)  Jesus sees through the masks and invites us into the kingdom of God where we learn to play by different rules and value the things that God values.  There are a lot of lessons from Jesus about taking off masks.  We can’t hide our hearts from God.  He knows how messy and needy we are.  Jesus words are heavy; they don’t go down easy.  So, whether we are “expert witnesses” who’ve been following along with Jesus for years or, like Luke’s Greek friends—new to the whole thing, we’ve got to peel off the masks of self-justification and cynicism and recognize Jesus.  In Luke chapter 4, a demon recognizes Jesus, saying, “I know who you are—the Holy One of God!”  It’s pretty crazy that demons know the truth that religious people are blind to. 

            God, give us eyes to see and ears to hear you, and hearts that are courageous enough to follow you into the radical life you call us to!

-Peace,

Laura Cottrell

Haggai - Laura

The Book of Haggai is about building houses.  It's about priorities.  God tells his people that he wants them to rebuild his house, the Temple, and to stop being so focused on building up their own houses.  He spends chapter 1 reminding them of this discrepancy; he even reminds them that the work they are doing isn't satisfying them (Haggai 1:6).  They need to check their priorities.  They need to see the bigger picture:  God's house is more important than my little house; God's kingdom is more important than the little kingdom I spend so much time trying to build.  Through the prophet Haggai, God is reminding his people that his kingdom is a big deal.  He chose them (2:23), he was with them (1:13 - so huge!!!), and he even went so far as to stir their hearts to motivate them to do what he was asking (1:14).  

God says: 

"I will shake the heavens and the earth.  I will overturn royal thrones and shatter the power of the foreign kingdoms."  And so he does.  

Peace,

Laura

Picture: "The Kingdom" by Laura Cottrell, pencil on paper

Jude - Laura

The book of Jude doesn’t get quoted all that often; it’s only a page long and some of it is fairly obtuse (see verse 9 about the archangel Michael disputing with the devil over the body of Moses…sometimes I’m surprised by what I find in the Bible! Isn’t God mysterious?!). However, the last section, entitled “Doxology” in my NIV, is epic. The word Doxology is a Greek word which literally means “glory word”. I think that’s a fitting title for Jude’s last section, which invokes God’s blessing on the reader in a powerful way. As you read this “glory word,” may the glory of God be spoken over you:

To him who is able to keep you from falling and to present you before his glorious presence without fault and with great joy—to the only God our Savior be glory, majesty, power and authority, through Jesus Christ our Lord, before all ages, now and forevermore! Amen. (Jude 24-25)

Peace,
Laura
 
Photo: The Gloria Patri - Traditional Latin Doxology

Colossians – Laura

Paul knows about dying. He talks about dying a lot in his letters (Paul uses the words “death”, “die”, “died”, “dead”, and “crucified” almost 150 times in his letters!!!). He’s not trying to be morbid…he’s trying to follow Christ. Paul understands the intrinsic part that death plays in the life of the believer. Not only are we dying, physically, even as we live, but we are born spiritually dead. We must be made alive.  These forces of life and death are at work in us, even as we go about the very normal thing we think of as life. We tend to think that to live, we must go on breathing, talking, and walking around. But Paul knows that Real Life is so much more than that, in fact, it has nothing to do with physical life at all. “You died and your life is now hidden with Christ in God. When Christ, who is your life, appears, then you also will appear with him in glory.” (Colossians 3:3-4) We think death is something that is coming, one day, hopefully not too soon. But Paul knows that life, as we have known it, is over… “having been buried with him in baptism and raised with him through your faith in the power of God, who raised him from the dead.” (Colossians 2:12) We just can’t think about life the same way anymore. Life is over, death moves in, but only for a time. New life is coming!

Peace,
Laura

(Photo by Massimo Catarinella, some rights reserved)