Parable of the rescuer

There once were four women in deep despair, as they had lost everything they loved from a menacing world. The first woman said, “All is lost. Nothing is left. There is nowhere to go from here.” And she perished. The second woman said, “All is lost. Nothing is left.” Then she turned to the Lord, “Save me!” she cried. So the Lord saved her, but after she was rescued, the woman became embarrassed at her need. She decided that she would not be so needy again, and when the world menaced her once more, she decided not to cry upon the Lord. And she perished. The third woman said, “All is lost. Nothing is left.” Then she turned to the Lord, “Save me!” she cried. So the Lord saved her, but after she was rescued, the woman grew proud and decided that she did not need the Lord any longer. When the world menaced her once more, she decided she was strong enough by herself to face the menace and did not cry upon the Lord. And she perished. The fourth woman said, “All is lost. Nothing is left.” She turned to the Lord, “Save me!” she cried. The Lord saved her, but the moment the Lord saved her, more things welled up and threatened her existence. She cried to the Lord, “Save me again!” And the Lord saved her again. But even more things welled up and threatened her existence, and yet again she cried to the Lord, “Save me yet again!” And the Lord saved her yet again. The more the world menaced and threatened her existence, the more she cried out to the Lord, and the more the Lord rescued her over and over and over in endless rescue. And the woman was safe.

© Meisaan Chan

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Strange coronavirus gratitude

What a strange time to be alive.
We are a snow globe, shaken hard:
In the blizzard but anchored
and eventually the snow will settle –
that is why the tiny world is glued down,
meant to withstand hard shaking

© Meisaan Chan

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Overflowing help in the wasteland

Over and over I confronted the wasteland
and over and over I screamed to you for help –
not once did you fail or even delay,
deluge of rescue, salvation, and support
poured into my lap
poured until I could no longer hold
poured until flowing over:
promise kept

© Meisaan Chan

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The scream for existential help is the scream for transcendence

The more I screamed to God
the more God rescued;
the more I lost
the more God revealed its face

It is not easy to scream for existential help
but it is the scream for transcendence
that God makes a path where there is none

© Meisaan Chan

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Special Announcement: A soothing meditation in coronavirus times

My friends, 

My offering to you: Here is a soothing, calming meditation I made that is close to my heart. You’ll see why when you listen to it.

Let a tender presence lift you above the unknowns and remind you that you are infused with earth. Be surrounded by infinite waves of comfort and love.

Rest in the invitation to rest. Go deep and find the anchor within.

A favor? If you like it, please hit “subscribe” on my YouTube page – when I hit 100 subscribers, I can customize my URL so it’s not a jumble of letters/numbers. And thanks!

My love, strength, and blessings for comfort in these times.
Meisaan

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Were it not for the torment of the night

Were it not for the torment of the night
I would not have thrown myself upon the Lord
over and over and over
and found that promise of salvation to be true
O blessed torment!
Oh blessed night!

© Meisaan Chan

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When all is crumbled to powder

When all is crumbled to powder
turn to me, says the Lord
and I will show you:
From powder, clay
from clay, sculpture –
last breath gone
but fear not, for that was your breath
and now I give you mine

© Meisaan Chan

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