Trapped in a Leaf

Mayapple stuck in a Leaf

Another story from back in the day- In the forest near where I grew up, I got to witness many of the transitions that come with the changing of the seasons. One of which has stayed with me for many years… in the back of my mind. I didn’t even know this until a couple years ago when I witnessed it again.

Mayapples grew up in little colonies throughout my forest. Like little crowds of green umbrellas, they’d grow and open up. Sometimes I’d pretend I was a really small person and climb under them… I still think about that. One day I looked down to notice that one had unknowingly grown up through the hole of a dead leaf, talk about the odds. Every time I came back I revisited it and stared at it in wonder. I’d find it among all the other Mayapples that got to grow freely to their normal glory in height and strength. This one Mayapple looked like an umbrella trying to open but with the belt still tightly fastened around it. Trapped it was in the carcass of something that got to experience its own glory in seasons past.

How? Perhaps it was chance but that wasn’t how I thought of it. As I wondered, I would think of people who suffer from the decisions of others who either have died or at least who are long gone from their life. The lasting effects of a manifestation of the Fall that strangle and force limitations on an unsuspecting victim.

One would think that since I took the plight of this plant a bit personally that I would have done something about it, but I didn’t. That didn’t even enter my mind. I thought that the best thing was to let it break free by its own power. That as it would grow, the bonds of the leaf would naturally fall apart.

Years later, over a decade actually, I found another trapped Mayapple. It may have been because by this time I had gone through many trials that have left their marks, it may have been because by this time I had kids of my own that I want to see grow up to their full potential, or it may have been that I just realized doing stuff on your own power isn’t strength, it’s weakness, I walked up to that Mayapple and stepped into new territory. I ripped apart the leaf bonds and set it free.

It was a plant, a Mayapple whose lifetime doesn’t even make it to the end of the season. But for some reason, freeing that one plant felt like I was freeing myself. Who knows, but acts that resemble the Kingdom, no matter how small, work against and counteract the Fall. You know things matter when it causes you to look at people and life differently. When we step out of our understood paradigm ruled by fear and logic that is dead-locked with fate, and we step out of the boat to realize with Him nothing is as it should be, it is then that power is unleashed. Power to bring freedom, to move mountains, to not be a victim, to overcome not just be protected.

Perhaps you know of a Mayapple that is stuck in a Leaf. Someone in your life who is caught and isn’t strong enough to free themselves. Maybe you are there to help rip the Leaf apart.

-Brian Carter

The Immanence of Intimacy

Right outside the forest where I grew up, there was a meadow. One time when I was hiking through it, I witnessed a group of small birds flying around like a dark swarming cloud. I’ve always marveled at the precision of such birds, like schools of small fish, I’ve never seen them run into each other. Imagining myself as one of them, it wouldn’t take me long to ruin their dance.

I watched them swirl, dive, swoop, and climb through the air. I was mesmerized, caught up in their hypnotic twirl. Then I noticed that they would land as a group after a certain cadence. And the places they would land were all in a row. I don’t even remember how long I studied them, but after a while I decided to move in. Their time between landings was almost exact, and every time they took off, I crept closer. Finally I was as close as I thought I could get, and with one more lift off I quickly ran to the spot I judged would be their next landing site.

The next bit happened so fast I screamed in excitement, laughed in joy, and then ducked in fear all at once. For as I watched, in their perfect timing, the cloud came right at me. I swear they were caught up in their own spell, for it didn’t seem like they saw me until the last moment. The dark cloud engulfed me- the scream. The perfect harmony of their movement hardly missed a step. They changed direction all around me. I heard the flap of wings and felt the wind blow through my hair- the laughter. Then scenes of when I’ve scared Canadian Geese to flight and they’d drop off any cargo that would weigh them down, quickly passed through my mind- the fear.

In the blink of an eye it was over. The cloud resumed their dance, swarming through the sky. In a few seconds after my disturbance they landed in turn at a spot just the right distance away. I just stood there for a while watching them continue.

I’ve held onto that experience through the years because it showed me the immanence of intimacy. Study all you want, seek your knowledge, but don’t be fooled- learning about the stuff of life can never replace living it.

-Brian Carter

A Divine Invitation

December 8, 2012, I went with my wife and kids and our dogs to a park to hike around. It snowed a little that day, enough to frost the grass with a nice powdered sugar coating.

Before we began I prayed out loud inviting God to come play with us. I didn’t really know what I even meant by that, let alone even trying to think what its like to play with God. I mean, what does God do for fun? Raise the dead? Create more stars?

Well that day we hiked out a little farther than I was even planning and sat together under a tree the kids and I have climbed before. The puppies started exploring the nearby ponds and the kids sat with Betsy and I as we just looked around at our beautiful surroundings.

Then suddenly it began to snow quite heavily with huge snowflakes. None of us had any real snow gear on so we started heading back. But on the way up a small hill I looked down and noticed the snow gathered pretty easily on my boot, so I quickly gathered some and threw it at my family. I wasn’t even close, but it inspired my sons to join in and my wife and daughter were easy targets for them. I then got down on my knees and started rolling a snowball around just to make it a little bigger but to my surprise it got bigger and bigger. I didn’t know there was enough snow to make a snow man, but I kept at it and soon I had a bona fide base. When the kids saw that, it was on. They all wanted me to make them a snow man.

We played in the snow for a long time, my knees were numb but it didn’t matter. Finally exhausted cold and wet we headed back and noticed the snow had stopped. By the time we got to our car it was virtually all gone, even the powered sugar coating. I then realized how God plays with His kids.

-Brian Carter

Revolutionary Reformation

“I am in a place where the earth is in constant motion. The sound of grinding plates fills my ears. Quakes are constant. The land beneath me, once so firm, once so dependable rises and falls like the ocean’s waves, so full of chaos. So opposite from what I know land to be.
The land I walked on before this rolling was so firm one could build lofty towers on it. Cities could stand full of tall graceful buildings. Bridges could be built to span the distances between them. One could never build such structures now, not here, not where the mountains move.”

-Brian Carter

Eagle, Stars, and Cloud

It was on a wilderness trip some years ago. Thursday, we headed to Gabions on the Au Sable River. It began to rain, which wasn’t good because no where else on the trip was the universe more visible than at Gabions. We wanted a clear sky, so I began to ask God for one. A little earlier that day some of the campers saw an Eagle flying overhead, but others didn’t. So I began to ask God for an Eagle that the rest could see.

When we got to Gabions that evening, the rain had stopped and the clouds began to part. I praised God.

While at Gabions, an Eagle did acrobatics in the sky directly above our campsite, not more than 80 feet above us. I praised God.

Still at Gabions, a request came to me out of the blue, I asked God to write LOVE in the sky. He gave me a heart shaped cloud that flew right over where the Eagle did its tricks. I almost filled my pants, I mean, I praised God.

Now I have asked God for a rainbow before and got one, but this was a little more intense. I don’t have answers, I am just a witness.

Well… I do have one answer, He came to earth 2000 years ago and showed us much more than a cloud. Thank You Jesus.

-Brian Carter

The Power of God in a Sex Crazed World

WARNING: Content contains mature material not suitable for children.

“Being filled with the Holy Spirit is better than ejaculating,” I said to Erv, one of my managers at Papa John’s who was known as Erv the Perv.

A couple weeks later God proved the point. I was invited, along with the rest of Papa John’s, to a party at one of my co-worker’s house to watch a fight on pay-per-view. There was quite the group of guys there, and whenever there was an opportunity they would change the channel to a porn show. I was thankful I was wearing a hat as I would duck down and focus on my pop when they would do this. I knew God wanted me there for those guys, but the 50+ inch screen that was 5 feet away (positioned so that the chord could reach because they were cheating the system somehow) and the constant cheers from the guys amidst all the moaning and groaning of the show brought me to prayer.

“God I know you want me here, but I can’t stay if this continues,” was all I said.

Instantly the channel was out. They could no longer get reception for the fight or the porn or any other channel. I praised and thanked God in my heart. The party ended shortly afterwards and we all ended up going home.

The next day I was at work talking with the guy who hosted the party. He said that a friend of his who was also cheating the system was able to watch the whole fight. He said that sometimes Pay-per-view sends out a blocker signal to cut out all the cheaters, but since his friend was able to watch it, he didn’t know what happened to his signal. I told him I knew, and filled him in on my prayer.

Not long after I was able to begin a Bible study with two of my managers, one of which was Erv.

-Brian Carter

Good Times on the Radio

That was really fun! Thanks to John Hunt for connecting me with 89.7! And thanks to Mike Steibel, another fellow believer, for being our contact.

On the way in, Geno and I ran into Virg Bernero, Lansing’s Mayor. Very cool guy, he shared with us a little about getting the plows moving out there.

John Hunt showed up and talked with us throughout our time at the station and at the restaurant. He was our announcer for the noon show on the radio.

Karen was the radio host that interviewed us, she did great and was very friendly. We got to play “Trapped In Lexington” for the airwaves.

Greg Robertson, who titles himself a “street musician”, was interviewed after us in the morning and played after us at the noon show. Really interesting fellow full of stories and experiences in music. His parents were gypsies, dad- into all kinds of instruments, mom- Alto from Juilliard. Needless to say, I could’ve listened to this guy talk for a while.

What a great experience! Thanks to Geno for playing his violin genius, always adding class to the music. Making me feel cooler just cause he’s there.
If you got a chance to listen in feel free to share your thoughts. It was an honor, and a blessing to know how many believers are there in the public sphere living out their walk. People need the hope we have in Jesus.

-Brian

The Raging Fire

Have you met the Raging Fire? That blazing heat that burns off all that is unworthy? That presence that blasts off, that by the nearness refines while it terrifies?

The intimacy is shocking, such holiness, such intolerance for that which we embrace foolishly thinking it gives us freedom and power. Gone, gone, gone are the ways of man in Your presence. Chaos and all the things that would attempt to dethrone are laughed to scorn. No power, no authority known unto man stands here. No place to hide, no way to misdirect, no lie is even able to be uttered for Your divine aura repels all strength that does not come from Your throne.

This is where I long to dwell. This is where I want to build my home, my eternal home.

No other place houses such clarity. No other place houses such peace.

Much like the terror of sudden thunder, or the flash of unexpected lightning, so does Your truth strike fear to those who hear, for whoever hears it are suddenly brought unbearably close, into the fire, the heat only burns if you don’t let go. But for those who long for the fire, they draw beyond the unbearable, they welcome the purging, they surrender to the flames sweet embrace. Such an aroma of blessing, the burning of the dross.

It becomes desire to be fully known, and fully surrendered. Unbearable intimacy, terrifying proximity, but when you let go, you fly, with wings of fire. Its light fills your eyes with flame. Holy flame, holy fire becomes your vision. A touch of the eternal blazes forth cutting through all, making any attempts of your failing flesh and weakened heart flutter away like ash.

Its ridiculous, insanity, unbelievable, why would anyone do this? Why would anyone feel comfortable here? No fancy invitations. No welcome mat. No greeter but the flame. No cup of water for relief. Only fire. A goblet of fire. No comfortable couch to sit on, only an altar, only an altar. An altar for living fire. A fire that enters in your heart, your mind, your soul, and doesn’t die. No it doesn’t die. Never lacking strength, never dying out. Never does it dim. A living fire, it threatens to shed off this mortal body, it threatens to engulf our hopes and dreams. It alights our imagination, our past, our present, our future. All that we have, saved up for ourselves, all that we have stored up for our own survival. It enters there, it looks at it with a smile and a word,

Security?

Only in that holy raging inferno, only in the Triune flame, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Security in anyone else? Ha!

The only security lies beyond reason. The only assurance dwells where we cannot see. The only certainty in a realm we cannot hold and touch. A place we need to be reborn into to enter. This Kingdom of Fire, where the King has a sword that comes from His mouth.

-Brian Carter

Visions of Paradise p.1-2

I wait here as I survey the land spreading out before me. I begin at a place within time and space from which many roads have been made. Starting as hints like when a wild animal leaves its trail through long green grass, then as those who see the signs follow, it begins to form a path. Then, when the path is traveled upon by many seeking to find their way through this land, it becomes a road. Some roads are wide where many have walked, expanding the original path from its humble beginnings. they receive honors of sorts, being paved and made smooth for easy travel. The twists and turns are rounded out, and signs are placed that advise the proper speed for the safest and most enjoyable experience for the traveler. Bridges are built that span over the valleys and rivers, safe and sturdy bridges that leave little room for fear of this land. Bridges whose guard walls are so high that when the traveler follows the guidelines of the road it is impossible to see much beyond what is straight in front of them. One can almost think that they are not passing over thousand foot drops, that the land is level, and that there are not treacherous rapids below churning the water into whirlpools that could drown, or smash against rocks that could crush. These wide roads lead one passed the five mountains to the land beyond by the straightest and safest route. However, the traveler is left with little experience of the lands they pass through and little idea of the beauty and danger they possess.

There are other ways through this land that were not made with the idea of safety and comfort, ways that are not wide, paved, smooth and straight. These ways follow the hints and weave themselves intimately in the land they navigate bringing the traveler into the depths as well as the heights. Full of hills and valleys, full of drop-offs and cliffs, with sharp stones that scrape, and gnarled roots that trip. These ways bring one to bridges built much different than those of the wide roads. Bridges that creak in the wind, filled with gaping holes between their wooden planks. It gives one the idea that the bridges want you to see how high you are and how far you can fall and what awaits you below. Dangers are not bypassed and trials are not evaded. Yet these ways lead also to beauty unmatched and glory unveiled. Much like a rose with its thorns or rather a fruit tree with its serpent. These ways encounter mysteries revealing visions of splendor leaving the traveler changed, yet still moving but caught up in a moment of eternity. Ultimately, they were formed by a different understanding of travel; a different understanding of safety; a different understanding of faith. It is not the wideness of the road that brings comfort, nor the sturdiness of the bridge. It is not the smooth level ground that builds confidence, nor the lack of twists and turns. It is not the absence of fear that builds faith, nor is it the avoidance of troubles that brings peace. But it is faith in the One who provided the way that gives life, not faith in the road itself, and this is the door.

Visions of Paradise p. 1-2
by Brian Carter