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I have over the years identified myself as Celtic and I wear a Celtic cross. It is the cross with the circle that surrounds the intersection of the cross. Many folk come up and hold it and look at the intricate knot emblazon upon it’s surface and some are curious as to what the circle stands for. Is it a halo glorifying Christ? some ask.
So if ye be wondering about the circle, here is the way of it:
It is a reminder.
There was once a day when Jesus was sitting and a group of mothers came with their children to see Jesus and the disciples being full of themselves block the way and began telling the mothers not to be bothering the Teacher with a bunch of …….kids. But Jesus, being Jesus and you know hep to his surroundings, rebuked the disciples and said let the children come to me.
Then he blessed the kids and their mothers and then He told his disciples that any one who would stop one of these little ones from coming to him, that it would be better for that person to tie a mill stone around their neck and jump into the deepest part of the sea.
So the circle that surrounds the intersection of the cross is a reminder to us about not being and obstruction but rather a funnel and some times a sieve.
Why a sieve? Well that will be answered on another time.
In the Celtic Christian Theology we believe we have a responsibility to the whole of creation not just humankind. Kind of, “The earth is the Lords and the fullness thereof*. So having said that let me share a really cool event that happen today as I was driving home from Church.
So, I was driving down NE Glisan and was just crossing over the 205 freeway, when this group of ravens who were feasting on some road kill launched into the air. At the same time a Trimet Bus was heading west bound and one of the ravens, who was late in his launch, bounced off the Bus’s windshield and fell directly into the path of my truck. Well, I hit the brakes and the emergency flashers and put the truck into park.
I jumped out, scooped up the raven who was unconscious, plopped him into the passenger seat while the car behind me was expressing their hot displeasure by leaning on their horn. Once I was in the truck, I turned off the flashers popped into drive and took off. I took the first street which happen to have a Baptist Church on the corner and a parking lot behind it. There were about a half dozen high school and junior high aged kids there and so I parked away from them got out went around to the passenger side and picked up the raven and placed him on the hood so I could look him over.
So I am checking out the unconscious bird and there is the flutter of wings and soon I have a half dozen ravens on the hood and roof of my truck, watching me examine their comrade. Before I was done there were about 20 birds in all some circling some on the ground near my feet. They are all quiet, except for some clicking and twrilling sounds from their throats. Well the patient did not appear to have any broken bones and was just knocked out. I spent about 5 minutes stroking his head and finally his eyes rolled and he fluttered and tried to stand and a couple of ravens stepped forward to steady him. About a minute later he tried out his wings and then launched along with the rest of the flock. Away they all flew up to the rooftop of the VA medical clinic.
Now while all this was going on there was the audience from the Baptist Church. A man came over to see if I was alright and when I tried to explain and brought out the part about Celtic theology the look on his face as he was backing away was that I was definitely some kind of Pagan.
None-the-less it was a very cool experience. One of the ravens were so close I could feel his/or her feathers touching my beard. There was no feeling of malice, just concern.
I am in the parking lot of Albertsons and I park and get out of the car and turn to see a young man grab a young woman by her hair and cock back with the other hand clenched in a fist.
“STOP!” I shout and he stops. “Let her go,” I said.
“If I let her go and she runs I am going to come over there and kick your *ss.”
“Fine,” I said, “now let her go.” He does and she gets in to a car and locks all the doors.
The young man comes over with fist clenched and spewing angry colorful metaphors at me. He is in my face. He was drunk. He was near tears.
I just stood there hands at my side and then this voice came out of my mouth, “Can I pray for you?”
Without waiting for and answer I laid my hand on his shoulder and began,”Our Father who is in Heaven….”
By the time I finished the tears were flowing and he walked over to the car and asked for forgiveness and handed her the keys and walked away.
My wife and I just celebrated our 40th wedding anniversary. We have been in ministry in one form or another together for almost as long. And according to one of my journals we have been serving with Anawim a full 8 years.
It has been a great run, but I am sensing a change in the wind.
Ya know how when a storm is drawing near, the air grows thick and sticky? There is a tension, and uneasiness. Then there is the breeze that carries the scent. Then the breeze increases in intensity and the clouds form on the horizon and the first ones are horsetails light and wispy, then the next are a bit poofy and the next are transitioning from white cotton balls to a grey that just keeps growing darker and air chills and then the first mist forms followed by small clusters of drips followed by the down pour.
We are in the air growing thick part.
Please pray with us.
help me help my wife
Four cars stopped along the curb and the drivers got out and approached the elder. Each driver, produced a wad of bills and gave him a hug along with the money.
All were crying, including me for I was the 5th driver who didn’t have any money on me to give……then the drivers all climb back into their cars and drove away.
The elder was putting away his sign as I pulled up and the light turned red.He glanced over and saw me still crying, smiles and nodded to me.
I roll down my window and he says,”Its okay……God provided all I need”.
The light changes and I wave, still too choked up to talk and I drive on.