Sunday, 23 June 2013

In Clay Jars (Journal Entry)

From my Journal

"If man is not thinking about himself, he is himself" (William Morris).  Insecurity puts up a wall, it covers us with a blanket, so that the light can't shine through.  When we recognise that what is inside of us is beautiful, that we hold it in perishable containers, our clay jars; we can't help but realise that if we let our walls of insecurity down, then that light can do more than just shine through the cracks of our broken pots, it can beam radiantly through our lives, to love and to bless those around us.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Sept 2010

"Those who are wise - the people of God shall shine as brightly as the suns brilliance"
Daniel 12:3

"Do what you can. Be what you are.  Shine like a glow worm if you can't be a star"

"And we are put on earth a little space.  That we may learn to bear the beams of love."
William Blake

"People travel to wonder at the height of the mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of the stars; and they pass by themselves without wondering."
St Augustine

God's Three Faces (Journal Entry)

From My Journal

Jesus is the face of God whom we can touch.  God is the one to whom we fall down and worship.  The Holy Spirit is the one whom we internalise; who dwells within and we take with us wherever we go.

After writing the thought above I opened my bible and read the following verses:


"You have made ready this body of mine to lay down as a sacrifice upon your altar."
Hebrews 10:5

This should be our response to God, as it was for Jesus (who gave his very life).


"Christ has entered into heaven itself to appear now before God as our friend."
Hebrews 9:24

Jesus is our friend - the human and relational face of God.

The Holy Spirit:

"The Holy Spirit testifies that this is so for He has said... I will write my laws into their minds so that they will always know my will, and I will put my laws into their hearts so that they will want to obey them."
Hebrews 10:15

The Holy Spirit who dwells within and leads us into all truth.

Ana Lisa de Jong
April 2010

Saturday, 22 June 2013

Something for You

'I've got something to show you.
Turn your eye inward,
for its not found without;
Magnify me, shine a light within,
for my Word is written on your heart.'

'I've got something to share with you.
Take time for me.
Others will come and they will go,
tenuous connections made at best;
But my presence is eternal.'

'I've got something to teach you.
Life's lessons lead to me.
My revelations are found in communion.
Come withdraw;
And resist your own way.'

'I've got something to give you.
Something the world can't provide.
Why do you seek what will leave you empty?
My desire is to love you.
Fulfil what can't be satisfied.'

I've got something for you.
Something to tame your restless will.
A thirst for me; a bond with me.
A relationship,
no other can come near to.

'I've got something promised for you.
Which no moth or thief can destroy.
Life enriched by the knowledge of my eternal love;
As my heart beats,
my breath breathes, with you forevermore.'

Ana Lisa de Jong
Marlborough Sounds, South Island, New Zealand
"Content me with an humble shade, my passions tam'ed, my wishes laid; for while our wishes wildly roll we banish quiet from the soul."

Nathaniel Cotton 1707-1788

"By all means use sometimes to be alone.
Salute thyself: see what thy soul doth wear.
Dare to look in thy chest, for 'tis thine own,
And tumble up and down what thou find'st there.
Who cannot rest till he good fellows find,
He breaks up house, turns out of doors his mind."

From 'The Church Porch': Conduct

George Herbert 1593 - 1633

Monday, 10 June 2013

What We Believe

With heaven as his throne
and the earth his footstool;
How do we reach, to touch,
the hem of his robe?
If we are but dust
and he the Creator;
How do we look at him?
How low must we bow?

With heaven so far, and
our own life and death
How do we know…

what we believe.

But he, the very one
who planted the stars

I did it all for you
so that you would come…

Come and believe
that I’m not only real
but I am so near
you could reach out and feel…

Not just the hem
of my robe but
the scars on my palm.
The very palm

that planted the stars”.

With heaven as his throne
and the earth his footstool;
He reigns on high
with both might and victory.

Yet with our heart his home
And our home in his heart;
We reign with him
and shall for eternity.

As dust we are born,
and as the earth wears down,
we too, are worn down,
by time.
But his signature
is on each and every cell;
and life and death’s mystery
is that we are eternal.

Reborn to know in our heart
what was once unconceivable;
And to grasp the truth
of what was once unbelievable.
Ana Lisa de Jong

“I planted the stars in place and moulded all the earth.  I am the one who says… ‘you are mine’.”
Isaiah 51:16

“…the skies shall disappear like smoke, the earth shall wear out like a garment, and the people of the earth shall die like flies.  But my salvation lasts forever; my righteous rule shall never end.”
Isaiah 51:6
Omapere, Hokianga Harbour, New Zealand

Sunday, 9 June 2013

My Sister

My sister

Is a song

A song of grace.
With stature and virtue
that reaches heaven’s heights,
and wisdom that plumbs God’s depths.

My Sister

is a song

A song of celebration.

Embracing the here and now.
God’s blessings strewn on the path,
she wraps and joyfully bestows.

My sister

Is a song

A song of hope and life.
She speaks with warmth and gentleness.
Encouraging faith; as the sun
would restore a frozen earth.

My Sister

Is a song

A song of beauty.
A voice the angels have touched.
She gives because it’s what she was born
to do, and it is more than enough.

My sister

Is a song

A song of Aroha – Love.
A love that surrounds.
A heart that encompasses friends
and family; reaches out to the lost,
that knows no bounds.

My Sister

Is a song

A song that God has given us

To cherish as his heart
of love for us.

To experience as his smile
upon us.

To know in our bond of friendship

a little part
of the unity
of the body of Christ.

Ana Lisa de Jong

(For a dear friend on her 40th Birthday)


Ointment and perfumes rejoice the heart: and the good counsels of a friend are sweet to the soul.

Proverbs 27:9