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Christian Perspectives - Sept 10
Christian Perspectives - Sept 10
Objects in Genesis
describe scriptural events
September 2010
Welcome to the September 2010 issue of Page 2
Listen to biblical objects describe their experiences with the Trinity, the heavenly dimension, and the natural world.
The Background
The idea to produce this magazine came while I was reviewing back issues of Perspectives, which deals with
inanimate objects describing real-life events. I noticed that three contributors submitted entries pertaining to
biblical objects and animals. The seed was planted. Eventually, the possibility of devoting an entire
magazine just for objects mentioned in the Bible grew. Months later, I was reading a devotional—the
scripture for the daily reading was Joshua 24:27. I searched the Bible for similar scriptures. To my delight, I
read many references where objects like the sun, the moon, and other inanimate objects ‘voiced’ their praise
to God.
About the Magazine In this Issue
ISSN: 1920-4205 From the Editor’s Desk ................................................. 3
Frequency: Biyearly Nonexistent matter (1:1) ............................................. 4
Founding Editor: Monique Berry nothing by Brian Cobbledick
Designer: Monique Berry
Light (1:3) .......................................................................... 5
Editorial Assistant: Jennifer L. Foster
Did Someone Say Light? by C. Douglas Johnson
Noah’s ark (6:14) ............................................................. 6
Contact Info
Journey of an Ark by Rebecca R. Taylor
: http://1perspectives.webs.com
Abraham’s knife (22:1-13) ........................................... 9
: perspectivesmagazine@gmail.com
: 1-905-549-3981 “He Promised” by Laura Ware
Mystery of Creation
I fly through a holy environment
and discover the mystery of creation.
The Holy Spirit prepares the vast womb of eternity
abiding in holy silence.
Divine aureate declarations travel through infinite distances
to reach their appointed places.
Then the Word, full of life, brings
linguistic geographies into existence.
Hidden realities explode into visible truth.
Angelic hosts dance through celestial cathedrals
as the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
sculpt their signatures into the Earth.
This issue showcases new and talented contributors whose stories and poems
began in their imaginations. I recognize the potential of the writers included in
the magazine. Hopefully, you will, too.
Monique Berry
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By Brian Cobbledick
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NONEXISTENT MATTER ~ 1:1
Brian Cobbledick was raised in Regina, Saskatchewan. He was the entrepreneur of the family, always looking for things
to create. His poetry has been published in ―Poetry Canada‖ magazine, in an anthology entitled ―Twilight Musings‖ and
was featured in two DVDs celebrating the 2005 Canada Summer Games. Contact Brian at cb.cobbledick@sasktel.net.
Did Someone Say Light?
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I sat there And if He chose me,
LIGHT ~ 1:3
bored to tears, He can do the same for you.
twiddling my thumbs
wondering I can assure you,
when will I have a turn? now that I’ve heard the call,
The heavens and the earth, I’m not going to disappoint.
they already had theirs. For the glory of God,
What about me? they’ll write songs about me:
When would I This little light of mine,
have something meaningful to do? I’m gonna let it shine.
This little light of mine
Then, I’m gonna let it shine*…
it happened.
I heard His melodious voice. People will be employed
God was talking to me. trying to figure me out.
It was as clear Others will know the time
as a cloudless day of day by my brightness.
ringing throughout the sky. Oh, He’ll change my name
At least, that’s what I envision anyway. to Day, but that’s okay.
Everyone will recognize
God spoke Day because of Light.
these words: Oh, what a blessing
“Let there be light.” to be gloriously
Light! and wondrously made.
Did someone say Light?
I almost missed And now that He’s called me,
my call as I sat I’m going to be the best—
wrapped in darkness. the very best Light you’ll ever see.
But I heard it. When Jesus returns,
He said, He’ll acknowledge me
“Let there be light.” and say, “Well done.”
Yes indeed.
Out of all He He’ll say it to me:
could have chosen, “Well done, my good and faithful servant.
He chose me! Come home and take your rest.”
He knew And, again, I’ll answer.
I had an anointing I’ll go home and take my rest
on my life. and leave
He knew this old world
that the world to my brother.
would need
Light—little ol’ me.
*Loes, Harry Dixon. "This Little Light of Mine." 1920.
Dr. C. Douglas Johnson lives in metro Atlanta, GA, with his lovely wife and two kids. While he teaches and researches at Georgia
Gwinnett College by day, he writes poems and creates word search puzzles by night. He plans to pursue research and writing related
to calling and faith at work. Contact him at cdouglasjohnson@yahoo.com.
Journey of an Ark
By Rebecca R. Taylor
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Thousands of years ago, God told Noah the sound of the falling rain, which continually
NOAH’S ARK ~ 6:14
to construct me out of gopherwood. People drummed against my face. But I remained strong
thought he was crazy. They laughed as Noah in the midst of the stormy seas. I could hear the
raised me up in dry and hot weather. But he animals shuffling, calling out, and moving
ignored them; Noah continued to fasten me, one within my solid structure. Comfort settled
board at a time. Watching his steadfast around me when I heard this active life within
determination to finish what he started helped me—it made me journey on, when I was tired.
raise my belief in Noah. When my construction After feeling the rocking of the sea for a hundred
was finished, I was able to welcome the and fifty days, God commanded a wind to blow.
animals—two by two, male and female. I Slowly, the water that had flooded the earth, left
specifically remember the giraffes. Their long us and we could see ground again.
necks touched each other like they were Eventually, Noah released one of my
hugging. My heart quivered with the love I felt doves; but she returned because she could not
from the animals. The final boarders were Noah, find a dry spot to settle. He waited another week
his wife, his three sons and their wives. and this time the dove returned with an olive
As I watched, torrents of water cascaded branch. Not long after this, Noah removed my
from the sky covering everything in its path. A secure covering and opened my mouth so his
sense of melancholy covered the earth. My job family and the animals could go out and
was to protect my precious cargo from the replenish the world. My job was done. With that,
dangers of the rising sea. I had to stay afloat so God promised never to flood the earth and
that once the waters diminished, the animals and destroy everything on it. As a symbol of his
Noah’s family would be able to begin their lives promise and love, he made a dazzling rainbow
again This immense sense of responsibility appear in the sky.
frightened me, but I knew that I had to stay It has been many years since I was used,
strong. I had a duty; I was chosen by God and but I remain on this earth, sitting where Noah
knew that I should feel privileged to have been and the animals left me. When heavy rains come,
given such an important assignment. I can feel my stomach tighten as I remember that
I wasn’t the only one who was afraid. journey so long ago. Watching rainbows always
Noah wondered why he was the man chosen to brings me peace. While my physical structure is
do God’s work, and hoped that he could live up long deteriorated, my spirit grows stronger with
to his mission. Noah did not want to concern his the telling of the tale. In my heart, I am still
wife or children with the burden he carried, but strong and could be seaworthy with a bit of
often I heard him when he would sit in his cabin, patching. Who knows what life has to bring.
and talk to God, asking for guidance and Maybe someday I will journey again, protecting
support in accomplishing this astronomical task. life in honor of my God.
Noah taught me to put my faith in God.
The heaviness of the wet air sent cold
chills through me and my head pounded from
Rebecca lives along the St. Francis River in St. Felix-de-Kingsey, Quebec. She enrolled in an online course at
St. Lawrence College to prepare her to be a full-time writer someday. Her recent publications have been
included in Bread n’ Molasses, Grainews, Perspectives Magazine and previous issues of Christian Perspectives.
Contact her at rebecca_taylor2@hotmail.com.
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“He Promised”
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they’d brought. My master carried me and the fire How could Abraham’s God ask this? How
needed for burning an offering. could I do this? I pledged to serve my master but
Something bothered me as we traveled. I to do this?
had been a part of sacrifices before, and I knew Abraham’s shoulders straightened. He lay
that an animal was a vital part of the ritual. Yet a trembling hand on his son’s head, and lowered
we had none with us. me toward the young man’s throat. I saw the
Isaac spoke my thoughts for me. pulse jumping on Isaac’s throat, and knew I was
‚Father, we have fire and wood here but seconds away from ending it—
where is the lamb for our burnt offering?‛ ‚Abraham! Abraham!‛
The question made Abraham shudder as if My master froze.
I’d been plunged into his body. But his voice was ‚Here I am!‛ he said, hope in his voice.
calm as he answered, ‚God will provide lamb for ‚Do not harm your son.‛ The voice
the sacrifice.‛ continued. ‚I know now you fear and love God,
This answer seemed to satisfy Isaac. I because you were willing to sacrifice your
pondered it. God was going to give us an animal? beloved son.‛
It was unusual, to say the least. And why did it I saw Isaac sag with relief on the wood.
seem to trouble my master? Abraham began to shake, more tears falling on
Finally, Abraham asked Isaac to stop. My me. I did not care.
master built an altar from the stones nearby and A low rustling got my attention. A ram
then put the wood Isaac had carried on top of it. was nearby, its horns were caught in a thicket. He
He turned to Isaac with tears in his eyes. moved towards Isaac again but now I was not
‚You know I love you, my son. Only God afraid, and gladly bit into the ropes that bound
is closer to my heart than you.‛ the young man.
Isaac looked concerned. And then I did taste blood, but it wasn’t
‚I do know this, Father. But something lays the blood of my master’s son. It was the blood of
on your heart. Please, can I help?‛ the ram, the red liquid staining me as it poured
Abraham took a deep breath. ‚Isaac, God from the animal’s throat. I thanked Abraham’s
has instructed me to offer you as a burnt offering God for not making me taste Isaac’s blood. Soon,
to Him. I must do this. Can you understand?‛ the ram burned as an offering to the God who
Isaac’s dark eyes widened. I felt a chill showed me that He truly was worthy of my
slide over my blade. Offer Isaac? My master was master’s love and devotion.
going to have me cut his poor son’s throat and
burn him as an offering to his God? No! This
wasn’t possible!
Isaac inhaled sharply. With his voice
trembling, he replied, ‚Do what you must, Father.
I trust you and our God.‛
A look of relief warred with the sorrow in Laura Ware lives in Sebring, Florida. She
teaches a Ladies Bible Class at her congrega-
Abraham’s face. He bound Isaac with ropes and tion, the Sebring Parkway Church of Christ.
lay him on top of the wood. He then lifted me up, Her column, ―Laura’s Look,‖ appears weekly
looking at me for a moment. A tear fell on my in the Highlands County News Sun. Contact
Laura at bookwormlady@embargmail.com.
blade, bitter with salt and grief.
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Darkness. Stifled air. The sound of muted voices filters through the fibers of this sack.
And still I tumble. Always tumble. Each. Time. The animal. Shifts.
The bilious motion stops. A rough hand lifts me into the twilight.
Glad to be free of the dark. And the pungent smell of the camels.
Carolyn Agee is an internationally published poet, living in the Pacific Northwest. She is passionate
about film-making and human rights. She also enjoys experiencing other cultures, cuisines, and
languages.
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Colors of Prophecy
By Monique Berry
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COAT OF COLORS ~ 37:3
MY SHORT STORY
Inserted complete contact info on manuscript and email
Included words that engage some, or all, senses: sight, smell, hearing, touch, taste
Margins are 1.5‖
Indented paragraphs
Maximum word count: 1,300
Mentioned God, Jesus, or the Holy Spirit
Single-spaced lines
Used real name, not a pseudonym
Written mostly in active vs passive sentence structures
MY POEM
Did not capitalize every sentence
Inserted complete contact info on manuscript and email
If I have more than one poem, I submitted them separately
Included words that engage some, or all, senses: sight, smell, hearing, touch, taste
Mentioned God, Jesus, or the Holy Spirit
Strong word choices
Used poetry techniques (similes, metaphors, comparisons, onomatopoeia, alliteration, etc.)
Used proper spacing and punctuation
EMAIL
Attachments: .doc, .docx, .pdf, .rtf, or inline copy and paste
How I found/heard about the magazine
Send submissions to: perspectivesmagazine@gmail.com
Subject line reads ―Submission: [Object – Scripture reference]‖
Deadlines: September 7th and March 7th. Response: 1-2 weeks. I will reply with personal comments.
Submissions are subject to editing. Rights: First, electronic, six month exclusive rights.
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