Wednesday, February 1, 2012

The Wind Harp

“Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.” 

-Clive Barker

Imagine feeling like a little kid again. Like when you'd wake up on Saturday morning and the sunshine would be flowing through the windows like a hug? Everything had a deeper meaning back then, and that meaning was beautiful.

I want that for me. I want that for you.

Some people say that life will really take it out of you. "It" being zest, passion, or joy. Flip that statement around and I think we have a more factual presentation of disillusionment. What if people take all the joy out of life?

God created life, and He called it good. Sure, sin has really messed things up, but we can't let sin obscure the poetry resident in life, put there by God. Consider that Jesus Christ valued life so greatly, that he died to supply it to us.

Do you want to relish life and create habits of joy and gratitude? If yes, I invite you to join me and my readers in a 30 day effort.

I've decided to call it the Wind Harp Challenge. The wind harp is a Celtic legend about a few mortals with hearts sensitive enough to hear music even in the wind. They're the ones who will suddenly stop and lift their head to the sky as though they can hear something that no one else can.

Their attendance to God’s still small voice is so keen that it keeps them going, even past the point when hope has withered and pressing on seems impossible. Many of us have lost this ability by paying too much heed to anxiety, fear, or pain. I don't think disillusionment is the issue. Illusions about the pointlessness of life numb our hearts.
 
What is your wind harp? Draw a picture in your mind of a favorite haunt, a precious memory, or a snatch of music. Call it to mind whenever numbness starts taking control.
 
My favorite wind harp is Scripture. God’s word is a two-edged sword, slicing away the cobwebs that inhibit joy. Choose a verse that never fails to recall you to life and keep it firmly installed in your heart and mind.
 
One picture I call to mind is the loveliest domestic scene. A sunlit, green field on a summery late afternoon, just as thoughts turn to evening. The trees are still and the day has that shimmery feel that sends a shiver through me. I’m running barefoot, the breeze kissing my hair, and all around me are children. Their happy, happy voices must bring a smile to God himself. We’re all going home to our little white cottage to have supper while sunbeams and the smell of lilacs waft through the open windows.
 
God meant us to take joy in the wonder of life. Life is a good thing. Will you join me in my effort and spread the word?