There was a dance that went with the song and we would stomp our feet with the “UH!” I know You know all this but when I learned zapateado was a Mexican dance that involved stomping the ground, I immediately thought, “This is one for ‘Z’!” Thank You, Lord, for giving us the final word for this life and with You it is, “Victory!” with a stomp! Psalm 149:3
You are the One who has pursued me with a terrifying focus. In my youth, I was left with nowhere to run, nowhere to turn to, nowhere to hide. I was jumping at shadows, for even they could claim me. I had nothing of substance to hold onto, so it was a horrible game of nightmares and panic when the lights turned off and the doors were closed. I saw many things and heard even more, yet You would not let me drown. You reached me and showed darkness Your zealous heart for me. Your Light held power and gave life and love while casting back the shadow. I knew even then that the smallest light banishes the dark, as long as it lasts, but Your eternal flame stayed with me. It never dimmed. It never faded. Darkness fled as it realized I had been claimed by He who is greater than shadows. Isaiah 9:6-7
Yours is the zeitgeist of all time. It ultimately belongs to You. We have different attitudes based on what only You fully know. We interpret the times based on our limited time-based experience. We can’t see all as You can. Some say the zeitgeist of our time now is enslavement, maybe it has always been so. If we obey, then ‘they’ will end things like poverty. Yes, Lord, our time here is loaded with those who want to control us. Our belief in You, as the One who created us, is the Only Author of if there even are any limits. You are about freedom, but ‘freedom’, when defined by any other is another form of enslavement. If we make You the Zeitgeist of our lives, then I believe the shackles will fall. For the one who defines how high is the sky becomes the author and director of everything beneath it. You Who knew no limits, not even death itself, is Who I want in control of my life. May You be my Zeitgeist. Revelation 12:9
You are my Zenith, my highest point. There is nothing in my life that is higher than You. What You want for me is what I daily train myself to want. Whichever direction You point me in is where I seek to go. How You want me to get there is how I determine my steps. Why You want me to be there I trust in You. When You want me to go is when I take my first steps. Who You want me to go with is who I bring along or whom it is I am to follow. There is nothing and no one else I seek for guidance, no other point or person in my existence. You always raise my eyes up. I am never brought low in my soul when I consider Your generosity towards me. Everything about You makes me better. The journey You bring me on is like the journey of the magi that followed the star. You brought them to Your Son. I, like them, endeavor to do the same. Psalm 75:6-7
You are my greatest joy, my Lord. You are my Zest! Knowing You brings me to worship. Reading of You blesses my mind. Talking about You is the only subject worth talking about. Praying to You gives me peace even when life is crazy. Writing about You in this exercise has been glorious! I thank You for giving this to me! You bring my thoughts into words and use my action to write it. You have daily filled me with the zest needed to accomplish the task. I have enjoyed talking with You to figure out how this would even be completed. You guide me daily in my thoughts and provide me a way to see You wherever they go. Psalm 27
More than a word, a zoo is a place. Zoos are what brings to people what they’d never see without. Elephants, lions, hippos, tigers, kangaroos, etc. are not everyone’s daily experience. You bring me to new things all of the time. In much the same way as a zoo, you help me to recognize there is more to life than what I am confronted with. We gain humility when we see how big is the world. For us to see and know that You answer all kinds of prayers very differently, strengthens our faith. From silverback gorilla prayers to pygmy marmoset ones, we see that we truly can come to you with all kinds of requests. I gain comfort from knowing You, even a portion of how big You are, and that You care for even the smallest creature. Nothing misses Your Eye. You consider all things. You are my Zoo, and every time I consider You I am confronted with how much I don’t know. Genesis 1:25
You are my Zoro, my hero who saved me from the villain. Too often do I look to myself and my strength for deliverance and protection, but I am unable to save anyone, least of all myself. I know it’s rare for me to see outside of myself, but when I do, I see a multitude of things. I take myself too seriously. Perhaps all is not as I see it. Perhaps everyone is fine and there is no need for concern. Here I am at the end of this exercise and I had the thought to delete all of it. It is just another example of my ego after all. Then I look around. I see others hopelessly trapped in their own cells, and the mirror falls. I look down at my chest and I see the mark, His mark, like the one Zorro would leave behind telling all he was there. I can’t save them, but You can. I am a witness as Your mark on me testifies. 2 Timothy 4:18
I had to learn some new words for this letter and I don’t know if I am using them correctly, but I know Your work in me improves me. You polish me, in a way, and make me shine. Your xesturgical practice makes me better and makes You a Xesturgeon. You polish me by purging me from my sinful state. You clothe me in better robes than I own. You prepare me to shine like a jewel in Your kingdom. You loved me in my unpolished state. I know I was hard and jagged and covered in dust, but Your work of xesturgy made me into what I couldn’t make of myself. I would be lost in a pile of worthless rock. We all look the same without You- striving to matter, striving for gain. Thank you for Your love which makes the worthless into something of great value. Psalm 144:11-14
Tis the season! Well, close. Thank You for coming to us! I don’t think I would have known or even have been expecting. I would have gone about my day ignorant of Your arrival. “Great, another baby. Another mouth to feed. And look at them! In a stable, nonetheless. That’s no place for a birth,” I can hear myself grumble. What would I have done differently? Complain, that’s for one. Maybe plan the trek to Bethlehem a little better, for two. If that is his ‘hometown’, surely Joseph had family or friends there. Fine, say he didn’t. I wouldn’t have my son born in a barn! I’d find a couple or someone to switch rooms with. Old man Jenkins can sleep in the hay for the night! “My wife is having her child for crying out loud!” I’d say. If I didn’t have money, Mary rode a donkey, sell that. No time?! Well, this is just great! Yeah, I’d miss it totally. Merry Xmas! Luke 2:1-21
You are Xyresic, oh Lord. You cut right to the truth of me. Your sharpness never dulls because You want more for me. It is written, “For the word of God is living, and active, and sharper than any two-edged sword, and piercing even to the dividing of soul and spirit, of both joints and marrow, and is able to discern the thoughts and intentions of the heart.” (Hebrews 4:12, WEB) Though I know I am subject to the judgments of man, You know my heart. I am more than safe with You. When I look around at those who don’t know You, they are like zombies- always hungry, never filled. They wander around dazed with arms outstretched trying to find another person to devour. If they would taste You, and submit to Your xyresic Word, they would see and know that You are good. Thank You, Lord, You are the only cure for our zombie-like state. Hebrews 4:12
Yes, Lord, You see everything. Nothing is hidden from You. You are more than a mere witness, You announce judgment, defend me against my enemies, and pay the price of my conviction. You are ever Watchful and Your eyes examine my heart. There are those who believe You don’t concern Yourself with our trivial matters, and there are those who see how You care for a bird. May Your watchful eyes rain down Your glorious favor on Your children. May Your loving tears nourish and grow more awareness of Your presence in our lives. May we see and be confident of Your ability to accomplish what You set out to do over, around and within us. Psalm 38:8
You are the Way in which I should go. Each day presents a path. When I come to a crossroads and it is decision time, I look to Your Holy Spirit to make clear which I should choose. I know my self determines much in its stubborn pride, in its sin, in the lessons I have learned from my past, and being able to sleep at night in peace. My wife helps me to understand with eyes not my own. I know her, she is Your daughter, a better woman for me I cannot find. I can trust what she sees, even though I know it is jaded, imperfect as my own. Friends and family take their part, though one I choose and the other was chosen for me. The years I’ve spent with them make clear their reasons. The community I’m in also aids in the choice. Like friends, if chosen wisely, the community looks to Your Word to guide. Though interpretation wades through mires of ignorance and corporate selfishness, greed, and pride, I can see the value they bring. My path may not be the straightest thing, John, but I know as we look for His footprints, the following makes us better. Isaiah 55:8-9
There are times when Your activity in my life has been playful and almost Whimsical. When my family went for a walk and we asked You to join us. You let it snow maybe an inch or so, so we threw it at each other and made small snowmen. Then by the time we made it back to the car the snow was gone. Or that time I was raking leaves and I asked You for help. You sent a mini-tornado across my yard. No, it didn’t really help, but it made me laugh big time. Or when I asked You to write ‘Love’ in the sky and You sent me the only heart-shaped cloud I’ve ever seen. When my daughter said she wanted to see a rainbow the next day, and though it was way out of season, the next day You gave her a double right over her school’s entrance. Repeatedly and over so many times, You’ve acted and answered in very odd and whimsical ways. Though it makes me cry, I can hear You laugh. My tears are of gratefulness. Romans 12:9-21
You are like the Wind to me, my Lord. You pass by me in breezes that comfort, and raging tempests that destroy. I endeavor to learn Your ways, both gentle and fierce. The gentle is a whisper that opens doors within that guide me to a deeper understanding of Your favor. The fierce is a gale that blows me away and lifts me from this place. I have built a tower, a place to dwell. From it, I can see the landscape, enough to know I am safe. If I were to remain, I would be satisfied. You remind me my safety is not in such things. Your wind would blow my tower down. How else do we learn our dwelling is not here? How else do we leave our place of comfort where slumber steals away what we’d receive from You in our wakefulness? “Blow Wind blow, come blow over me.” Isaiah 11:15
Your wonders none can fathom. Though by now I feel I may be repeating myself, it matters not. You are Wonderful. I could repeat that forever and it wouldn’t begin to tell of Your greatness. I am caught in awe of You, oh eternal One. We concern ourselves with the small things we can do. We see how our ‘little’ influences the environment around it. We want to matter, but how can we? We are talking dust. Do we grab at the flowing river of life to try to contain its motion keeping a moment for ourselves? Foolishness! Yet You intervene. You gave the river its speed, its direction. You ordered it to flow and it will continue until You say it should stop. Oh, wondrous One, I praise You and am grateful for Your attention. Romans 11:33-35
You are the only One who we worship. There are no other gods like You. Sure there are things that affect us and change our station. Money can make all the difference for a family, for a person. Worshiping money, striving for it, sacrificing for it, compromises a person’s character. Greed and jealousy are its offspring. Money doesn’t care if I am a good person, but You do. You love me. Worshiping You changes me. Worshiping You straightens my crooked ways. Worshiping money is like worshiping the sun and moon. They are all Yours. They belong to You and are tools to be used for Your purposes. All things here remain on this side of the grave. Their effect is for the living but Yours is beyond the grave. You are the Worshipful One who sought us out and sacrificed for us. Tools do not do that for anyone. Psalm 73:25-26