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Thursday, May 31, 2018

And Jesus weeps with all of the mothers...

Something to think about...

As so many mothers weep for their missing and murdered daughters, I am certain that Our Lord weeps with them, and for them.  I am appalled by the numbers, which are staggering.  I am appalled by the degree to which we have allowed this to happen. And now, I weep and pray with the mothers, and fathers, and siblings, and children...

"Jesus wept."
Gospel of John, chapter 11, verse 35




Saturday, May 26, 2018

Turn my eyes...

When we wake up in the morning and head into the bathroom, we may think we look just fine - that is, until we turn on the lights and look into the mirror. Then we can see how we really look. Our hair is pushed this way and that. Our eyes are puffy with dark circles underneath.  Our face is wrinkled from the creases on the pillow case. And, we may even find the remains of a bit of drool (yuk!) descending from the corner of our mouth.  We thought we looked pretty good, until we turned on the light. 

And so it is with our souls. We can feel pretty good about ourselves. After all, we don't commit any of those "big sins". We think that our soul, our heart, our spiritual life all look pretty good. Again, only until we turn on the Light and look into the mirror. In this case, that light is Christ. He is the light that illuminates our lives.  Christ is also the perfect standard that we are called to imitate - the mirror to which we turn, to clearly see how we look spiritually.  We are called to look like Christ in our hearts, in our souls, and in our lives.  

This hymn, which I wrote over a decade ago, is a prayer that Our Lord would help us turn our eyes and our hearts toward Him, and so help us see all those parts of us and our lives that still need to be conformed to His image. 

Just like our reflection in the bathroom mirror, the closer we get and the brighter the light, the worse we look (I hate that!).  Likewise, the closer we are drawn to Christ, the more our sins and spiritual failings are revealed to us. The difference, however, is that although we may be stuck with certain less than perfect aspects of our physical appearance, our souls and our lives can be transformed completely by walking ever increasingly in the light of Christ. 



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Turn my eyes...
by Joseph Weilenbeck

Lord, I ask You, turn my eyes
Toward Your holy looking glass.
And do not let them turn away.
To Your mirror’s image, hold them fast.

Lord, I ask You, help me see
All that You mean for me to be.
Shine Your light on every sin –
Each way of man I’m walking in.

Search my heart, and search my mind.
Convict me of all that You find.
Abolish every sinful way.
All pride and self, I beg You slay.

Lord, transform my very being.
Let me become all You were seeing,
When You, before I drew a breath,
Ordained my days from birth to death.

Grant my place in Your sure plan.
On higher ground, take me to stand.
Your Holy Spirit, my heart fill.
Let all my life be in Your will.

Until I see my last sunrise,
And close, for good, these feeble eyes.
Till I behold You on the throne,
Lord, keep them fixed on You alone.

Lord, I ask You, turn my eyes
Toward Your holy looking glass.
And do not let them turn away.
To Your mirror’s image, hold them fast.

 Joseph Weilenbeck 2005

Friday, May 25, 2018

My Via Dolarosa

Author's note:  Written as a hymn several years ago, this is a reminder that we are not alone in our struggles and suffering in this life on earth. 

The street that Jesus walked on His way to the cross has been named the Via Dolarosa, which means “way of sorrows”. We, too, walk a way of sorrows as we go through life – sometimes the product of circumstances, and sometimes the direct result of our own sins or mistakes. In either case, we can feel overwhelmed by our sorrows. But we have One whom we can follow, who will then walk with us, and who has borne so much more than we will ever have to bear.

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My Via Dolarosa
by Joseph Weilenbeck

O Lord, walk with me on my Via Dolarosa.
Let my every step be taken in Your will.
Correct me and reprove me.
Let Your Holy Spirit move me
Past my sorrows, Your sweet purpose to fulfill.

Though my faulty steps will oft’ cause me to stumble,
There are two truths to be counted with each fall –
My sin which does corrupt,
And my Lord who lifts me up,
For You are faithful to be with me through it all.
   
Lord, in weakness, I may pity all I suffer,
And, in shame or sorrow, mourn my every loss.
But the pain I might endure
Cannot compare with that You bore
When, long ago, You took my sins upon the cross.
   
O Lord, walk with me on my Via Dolarosa.
And, in my sorrows, may all others clearly see
There is not so great a pain
That You cannot sustain
The life You purchased when You walked that street for me.

O Lord, walk with me on my Via Dolarosa.


Joseph Weilenbeck 2005

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

The horizon of what use to be...

Author's note: Whether it's the years or illness, I don't know. But, I find myself recalling brief moments long past - moments of no great significance - moments more simple than profound. Moments marked by things like the look of the sky, the feel of the air, the fragrance of the trees, or the feeling of vastness looking out across the desert. I can almost recall the sights, the sounds, the feeling. Almost, but not quite. And I am saddened, for each time those moments come, their stay is shorter and their clarity less. I fear that soon they will be lost forever.


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The horizon of what use to be...
 by Joseph Weilenbeck

The moments dance
before my eyes
then teasing,
run and hide where I can't see.
So, I search
and when I find
that very spot,
I look behind.
But all that I see hiding there is me.

No moments to treasure.
No moments of pleasure.
No moments lived, to be lived again.
Just the last half of a memory,
of a time and place that use to be,
on a road that cannot lead from now to then.

So, I wait in silence
patiently
for the if and when
of another one to pass.
I hold my net
and when it's time,
I take a swing
but all I find
is a prayer to God that it won't be my last.

No treasure to catch.
No pleasure to match
those moments real that now in shadows hide.
Just the taillights of a memory
on the horizon of what use to be
fading into darkness on the other side. 

Joseph Weilenbeck  2018

Friday, May 18, 2018

I Will Be With You

Author's note: I wrote this several years ago after speaking with a friend who was facing the imminent death of her husband. As we spoke and prayed, I wanted so much to find words that would ease her pain, and offer her hope in the midst of her grief. I went home, and stayed up all night struggling with the same question: what could I say that would help? In fact, I ended up spending several nights doing just the same. As I read from Scripture on the last of those long nights, I was reminded of the obvious.  My words don't hold the answer.  My words have no power to help.  When our needs are deep and profound, only God's words can offer true hope, consolation, and comfort.  As that fact reclaimed its rightful place in my mind, I was reading from the book of Isaiah.  When I finished reading, I put my Bible aside, and wrote this song. What I could not conceive over several days, God gave me in a matter of minutes. 

The song is inspired by Isaiah, Chapter 43, Verses 2 and 3, and draws upon many other verses from throughout Scripture.

I now offer this song, and my prayers, for those grieving and suffering 
in Santa Fe, Texas as a result of today's shooting. May God be with you
and comfort you.


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        I Will Be With You
            by Joseph Weilenbeck

When you pass through the waters,
I will be with you.
When the rivers overflow,
I will bring you through.
When you walk through the fire,
You will not be harmed.
I will keep you
Sure and safe
In My arms.

For I am your God
And My word is true.
I will guard your heart
When troubles come to you.

Be at peace and know
You can trust in My plan.
And always,
I will hold you in My hand.

When all your strength is gone,
I will carry you.
When you’re alone, afraid, and numb,
I will be there too.
When each tear leaves your eye,
I will hear it fall.
I love you.
I’ll be with you
Through it all.

For I am your God.
I will be with you.
Whatever trials you face,
I will see you through.

Though darkness may come,
By Me, you shall stand.
And always,
I will hold you in My hand.

Even now,
      I am holding you
                   In My hand.


Joseph Weilenbeck 2005

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you. For I am the LORD your God,  the Holy One of Israel, your Savior.        ~Isaiah 43:2, 3 (ESV)

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

We’re just driftin’...


We're just driftin'...
by Joseph Weilenbeck

I’m afraid that we’re just driftin’
Just driftin’ you and me.
We think we’re headed for the harbor
When in fact we’re all just driftin’ out to sea.

I once knew a man
Who took himself a wife.
They made a vow that they would cherish one another
Every moment of their life.
They both worked their jobs
Long hours every day.
Now they come home late at night
And go to bed without a single word to say.

They don’t know that they’ve been driftin’.
They’re just as blind as they could be.
They thought they’d anchored in safe harbor
When in fact they were just driftin’ out to sea.

And like them we’re all driftin’
Just driftin’ you and me.
We all think we’ll make the harbor
But it seems we just keep driftin’ out to sea.

They once had a boy
They had such great joy at his birth.
Filled with every hope and promise
They thought that he would surely change this earth.
He did all of his homework.
Passed his tests and got his grades.
Now he hides inside in a room and tries
Just livin’ through his pipe and spoon and blades.

Cause all the time he’s just been driftin’
As far away as he could be.
They thought he’d sail into the harbor
But instead he slowly drifted out to sea.

Like him I fear that we’re all driftin’
Yes we’re driftin’ you and me.
Though our demons may be different
The truth is we’re still driftin’ out to sea.

I once knew a pastor
Could preach to reach the dead.
He longed to save all those who’d listen
To the words he said.
He built himself a church
To be a shelter from the storm.
But when the doors were closed and locked
He could not find a single soul to keep him warm.

He found he’d just been driftin’
Though he thought he had the key.
He tried to point the way to harbor
But instead his eyes were fixed upon the sea.

In our own way we’re all just driftin’
Just driftin’ you and me.
Each day no closer to the harbor
But each day we’re so much farther out to sea.

Now we say we have a Savior
Went to the cross that we’d be saved.
We say He died for all our sins
But just the same we go on sinnin’ every day.
Each week we go to church
Where we bow and sing and pray.
We think we’re on our way to Heaven
When in fact we’re all just travelin’ our own way.
We even read the Holy Book
Read some chapters every day.
We say we’re changin’ in our hearts
But we know mostly we’re just learnin’ words to say.

We close our eyes and keep on driftin’.
We’re just driftin’ aimlessly.
And lest we turn back to the harbor
Very soon we’ll be forever lost at sea.

But all the same we go on driftin’
We just keep driftin’ you and me.
The harbor’s faded far behind
While you and me, we just keep driftin’ out to sea.



 -- Joseph Weilenbeck June 17, 2012 

Acknowledgement: The message and rhythm of this poem are inspired by 
the words and rhythm of  Paul Simon's "Slip Slidin' Away"

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Be a balm that soothes...

Look around you
and open your eyes

Allow yourself
to see the pain
to feel the sorrow
to know the suffering

Be a balm that soothes
the broken hearts
the troubled minds
the tortured souls

Look around you
and open your heart

Joseph Weilenbeck 5/17/2018

If you possess these...

Just something to think about...

















If you possess these,
in your heart and in your life,
you have what no riches can buy.

If you give these to others,
you contribute far more
to the good of humankind
than the richest of persons
could ever give.

Joseph Weilenbeck 5/15/2018

Let the kindness of others touch you...

Just something to think about...

Let the kindness of others touch you,
   no matter how small the act or gesture.
Learn to notice it.
Recognize it.
Think about it.
Let yourself feel it.
Appreciate it.
Acknowledge it.
Repay it,
   to that person and to others.
Allow the kindness of others
   to touch you
   and change you.

Joseph Weilenbeck 5/15/2018

Monday, May 14, 2018

I don't know that I could answer...


Once I was the star of my life
Seems now I am but an extra
Waiting for the call that never comes
And, should it come,
I don't know that I could answer

Joseph Weilenbeck 5/14/2018

Sunday, May 6, 2018

A Glove Unto Thy Hand

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A Glove Unto Thy Hand © 2016 Joseph Weilenbeck

Friday, May 4, 2018

Where my family rests...

On a peaceful hill
in the bright sun
under a clear blue sky
in hallowed ground
among the brave
they rest

Father
Mother
Brother

One day
I will
join them

Where My Family Rests  © 2018 Joseph Weilenbeck

Santa Fe National Cemetery

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Life with depression...

Dawn
Dark and dreary
A lonely road
Sometimes a ray of sunshine
Sometimes a quiet meadow
But always
Another storm
Another hill
Another night
Then
Another dawn
Dark and dreary
A lonely road


A Lonely Road  © 2018 Joseph Weilenbeck

In Just a Moment

Author's note: I wrote this as a song several years ago when, in the middle of the night, I was caused to consider that my life could possibly end in a very short time. My thoughts turned to God. The words and melody came to me quickly and completely in those uncertain moments. The crisis passed, and I wrote them down immediately.

       In Just a Moment
            by Joseph Weilenbeck

Maybe just a moment –
    I feel the end is drawing near.
Maybe just a moment –
    Is that death’s footsteps that I hear?
Maybe just a moment –
    My feeble eyes will lose their sight.
Maybe just a moment –
    My day on earth will turn to night.


But I’m not afraid,
    Though my life’s end I now can see.
I’m not afraid.
    I hear my Savior calling me.
I’m not afraid,
    Though all on earth will be my loss.
I’m not afraid.
    Soon, Jordan’s waters I will cross.

In just a moment –
    I’ll come into the Promised Land.
In just a moment –
    I’ll feel my Savior take my hand.
In just a moment –   
    I’ll know the fullness of His grace.
In just a moment –
    I’ll see the glory on His face.

But I’m not afraid,
    For Jesus died for all my sins.
I’m not afraid.
    The gates will open.  I’ll go in.
I’m not afraid.
    My destiny is not the grave.
I’m not afraid.
    By my Lord’s blood, I have been saved.
   
Then every moment –
    I’ll know joy beyond compare.
Every moment –
    With my Savior, I’ll be there.
Every moment –   
    Only glory will I see.
Every moment –
    In that bright mansion made for me.

But I’m not afraid,
    Though I now take my final breath.
I’m not afraid.
    I go to life, and not to death!
I’m not afraid.
    Unbounded grace I have been shown.
I’m not afraid.
    I am finally going home.

In just a moment.


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Joseph Weilenbeck 2013

Morning TV Talk


Current hot topics
For mindless myopics
"What everyone's talking about!"
Continual blather
For all who will gather
To join in the crowd's empty shout.


Pure vapid drivel
For vain heads that swivel
At the sight of "the star of the day".
Meaningless bleating
From tongues like drums beating
But managing nothing to say.

Smiling flatliners
Who major in minors
Who would cringe at the thought of a thought.
Useless buffoons
Who all sing the same tunes
Through a hole in the face that they bought.

Self-proclaimed hotties
Who worship their bodies
Who, if they could think, would think we'd do the same
Never-used minds
Speak as from their behinds
And, if we listen, then we are to blame.

And worse, we may become the same.


Joseph Weilenbeck 2007 
Written in 2007 after watching a mind-numbing 20 minutes of morning TV talk shows.