Saturday, June 2, 2012

Between Tomorrow




Somewhere sunken between our beaten path of yesterday and our treasure chest of tomorrow is what seems to be our today. Complete with its lack luster charm of an outdated home surrounded by posh estates with rolling lawns, stands today. Depending on the season of our lives, it can take on the position of a valley full of dry deserted conditions where no trees would dare to grow, nor fruitful vines could be found. It stretches long in a winding restlessness with no end in site. There is however, a river that flows through this today with a quiet movement of song-less birds, yet refreshing none-the-less. Never deep enough to overtake us, though on sight it would seem so, this river stands to refresh what man can not and reflect light from above to shine in our fading eyes. It is the only place of solace in our today.

Often times, I find myself wandering alongside this river listening for the sound that will carry me deeper into its chest. Bone weary and full of pain, I stand alone on the edge of the bank and look for one small ripple in an otherwise subdued existence. When it occurs, I take it as my sign to make my way into its arms and baptize my thirsty soul. It is a private moment, one full of tender care and safe abandonment. I search for no one in this place because this place is all I need. Many times I stretch myself out and lay back into my rivers arms and allow it to pull me deep within its blues, its greens, its murky hues until I can sink no more. And there I lay, fully submerged, crying tears in a river that I helped to fill in this my today. And without a doubt, never any doubt...I hear my Savior speak...


Saturday, April 28, 2012

You Can't Catch Me...


I remember the first time I heard those beckoning words

He told me that my skin was the color of pecans
and that my eyes looked like chocolate kisses

Sweet talker
or
just filled to the brim with his own desire

Desire speaks and says things that girls like us think we need to hear
It whispers words of physical affirmation
while it is not at all interested in our souls

Desire summons in a distinct way
it says “hey sweet thing I see you”
you need some help”
come on over here and I'll be what you need me to be”

And then POOF in a flash
It's gone
It walks away licking it's whiskers
like a cat who just trapped a mouse
Mmmm mmmm that was easy

If you're tired of being captured by desire
Being used by your own weakness
And you want to stop waking up on the wrong side of town

Stop listening to desire
You know what it sounds like
It has no new lines
No new tricks
It says the same thing all of the time
It calls you different names maybe...but with the same voice

Come on beautiful butterfly
You know who you are
You are a magnificent
Creation by the Hand of God

The sun is your mirror
and the stars adorn your hair

Dance to the music composed for you by your Daddy
the Almighty
the Creator of
Heaven and Earth and You
and
Walk like a Princess clothed in a gown made purely of God's love...
Head up
Shoulders back
and
Virtue in place....


You can't catch me...”
Bonita Jones Knott 4-28-2012

Monday, April 23, 2012

Do Christians Make Good Neighbors?


I'm curious to find out how many people like myself have come to the startling conclusion that they were no different than anyone else when it comes to the tendency of having limited interaction with their neighbors. Although I do know a few of my immediate neighbors, I can honestly say that I probably have walked by many of them in the grocery store without realizing that we live in the same neighborhood. Granted my neighborhood is fairly large and with the addition of new homes, getting bigger everyday. But I'm talking about people that live on my block or immediately surrounding...nope, I still wouldn't know them in the market.

This matter came to my attention a few weeks ago when my next door neighbor was having work done on his back patio...it was turning out fabulously and I wanted to tell him, except he is the very same neighbor that has frequent parties that last very late (keep in mind that I like lights out by 11:00pm most of the time.) His guests have constantly parked too close to our driveway often making it hard to pull in front of our own home while they sit outside and laugh (or cackle after a few drinks have been administered) when most of us are trying to sleep.

I had become increasingly frustrated with this young man as I couldn't figure out why he would have mid-week parties that seemed to disturb my delicate sleep schedule and my children on a school night. Needless to say speaking was not my biggest concern when it came to him. But as time went on I started to feel convicted whenever I drove past him on the way in or out of the neighborhood. Or those awkward moments when we were both in the driveway or going for the mail at the same time and no eye contact or pleasantries were exchanged.

I don't think this would have bothered me a few years ago...it didn't really and I'll tell you why. Up until recently I have been active in a fairly large local church and 98% of my friendships/acquaintances came from that church. I attended church events all the time with large amounts of people so socializing wasn't a big concern for me. If I wanted to talk I could talk to other church members and I didn't have to worry about being social in my neighborhood because I knew more than enough people...at church. I could get in my car, drive to church for whatever event and come home get out of my car and shut the door to my house behind me. No need to talk to people who did not share my beliefs or values, I had church friends for that.

That was then, things are a bit different now and life for me has gotten a whole lot more interesting (no offense...really.) While I still know many of the people that I attended church with, I no longer attend one of the largest churches in our area.I have given great thought and prayer to all of my busyness and involvement with “ministry” and I could no longer identify the authentic me that I needed to be or the authentic gifting that I am called to walk in. I was lost in a great big ministry and I didn't recognize myself and I was not happy.

After quite a few years I knew that something had to change...

While I have been on sabbatical (my very own wilderness experience) I have noticed all the behaviors that I have accumulated over the past twenty years as a result of being in the church. The most obvious thing that stood out to me was how easily I judged non-Christians or non church goers in the past. There can be a major assumption that if a person doesn't belong to a local “assembly” or doesn't attend services on a regular basis, that they are not really Christians...wrong. And then there is the “closed door policy”. Because I didn't have to deal with talking to someone for long if they weren't in my “circle” it was easy to be cordial and offer some Christian insight but that was the extent of my dealings. I never had to see us through their eyes before...but now I do and boy it's not always pretty.

There are many things that I can explain about my previous statement, like the interesting lingo that we well meaning Christians speak that no one else can understand or the way we say “I'll pray for you” when we hear someone's unfortunate situation but we don't listen long enough to them to let them just talk it out because they need a hearing ear. (I know I'm generalizing here so please don't get offended if this does not pertain to you. Not all Christians have these behaviors but I sure did.) But since I started off talking about neighbors then I'll stick with this.

I am learning that it is far better to be friendly and display the love of Christ than to always invite my neighbor to church or a home bible study or a women's meeting etc... Why would you follow a complete stranger anywhere anyway? I mean sure you know I live in the neighborhood but so what? No bond has been formed. Why start with an invitation without getting to know someone first? As a lover of Christ, I feel that I have lost His example when it comes to relating to others outside “the four walls” and I need Him to help me in this journey.

In the old days when there were no hospitals and maybe one doctor for an entire community or village, women often learned the way of the apothecary and how to deliver babies in order to help their neighbors and through those experiences, a bond was formed that could last a lifetime. They became trusted and loved, not to mention needed when sickness struck the home or a mother needed a midwife when the time of birthing came. Older wise women would be revered in the village and respected by the younger women. There was no place else to go but to each other for what they needed.

We are no longer a society of close knit neighbors and we no longer represent the earlier church in Acts by the way we do ministry now, but we can...I can try to do my part, the part I believe that God is calling me to do when it comes to being a better neighbor. I can show the love of Christ ALL of time, not just on Holidays. I can walk through my neighborhood and chat with people that I don't know and get to know them or even put some food on the grill and invite them over. I can extend kindness beyond four walls and treat people with respect despite their beliefs. In doing that, I'm representing a God who is all loving and welcoming as opposed to one that is locked in a building and can only be visited on Sunday mornings. The example of Christ is often more powerful than a sermon on Christ.

I don't know where my journey will end outside these four walls but I sure like what is happening to me in the process and I think my neighbors will appreciate the God that I serve more than they did before...

By the way, I pushed passed my previous grievances and I told my neighbor that his patio looked great that day and when I did, he just opened right up and started talking with me with so much energy and enthusiasm that I knew at that moment even with his “Vote Against Amendment One” sign in his yard, nothing else mattered. I would become the neighbor that he would go to if he ever needed anything...including prayer. And maybe, just maybe He would see Christ in me...


Bonita Jones Knott
April 2012

Monday, February 20, 2012

How will I know?

The passing of Whitney Houston has taken over my mind in a way I would have not fathomed, but I dare say that I am not alone.

If I move beyond the fact of who she was and how widespread her fame had become I can perhaps begin to dig deeper into the reasoning of why her death has had such a large impact on me. When I listen to her past interviews and her undeniable love of Christ,an inward voice cries out “why wasn't that enough to save her and keep her here a while longer? How could someone with such an understanding of who God was to her leave here so tragically?” These are questions that as Christians we are not always allowed to express verbally. These are questions that are usually answered with “God knows best.”

I will never deny that God knows best. I will not even pry further beyond this questioning without God's permission in my silent time. What I will do is allow these questions to propel me into a deeper understanding of just how powerful the human mind and its will can be. I will keep in mind that although God promises never to leave me nor forsake me, my choices remain my choices simply because He created us with free will.

I have used that free will throughout my life to “explore” options that have often left me in a quandary as well as a dry and thirsty land. Only to find that no matter how far I stray and what it is I search for, there is a God in heaven who applies a balm from Gilead to welcome me back and heal my wounds. This has always been the case, and if I weren't too exhausted and just plain “over” that type of exploration, dare I say I would find out again just how faithful God is in those circumstances.

Where I stand now and what the passing of Whitney has brought to surface from within me is not as much as a life of being “on the fence” (as we Christians like to say in reference to one who is not actively living for Christ at least not from our limited perspective) but rather living on the porch where one would tend to feel more safe from the lying predator we know as “the enemy”.

You see, after looking at what happens time and again to God's children when they venture out beyond the four walls of the church into a world filled with land mines and booby traps that are set with our greatest weaknesses in mind, staying close to home can feel like the safest option. In many cases, it can feel like the only option. And this is where my new temptation lies: staying close to home.

Over the past few days I schlepped through the house in my pajamas watching interviews, news headlines and finally Whitney's home going service, looking for an answer to something that can only come from within me: “Is it possible to live wholeheartedly and thoroughly devoted to Christ and live outside the four walls when your gifting is meant for the world?” “What is so great about compromise when it leaves so much destructive evidence?”
Just when I decided that I was going to play it safe and stay in just a while longer to build up spiritual stamina so that those questions can have answers,I heard an urging in my spirit last night before I turned in: “Tomorrow, I want you to start a new, it's time to go forward.”

As bad as I wanted to question that urging, I knew that it could only be for my own good. You see, I had already begun decorating my porch and getting my most comfortable chair and belongings out there so that I can sit as close to home as possible and feel safe and secure.
That was my plan, not God's.


Today I write and share for the first time in months. I'm beginning to piece together my next one woman show and its theme and build up the courage to go back out and be the me I'm called to be...away from home...away from the four walls...but never away from God. How will I make out in the long run in terms of living solely for Christ in this booby trapped world? The answer to that question lies in not being as familiar with my strengths as I am with my weaknesses...


How will I know?”
Bonita Jones Knott © 2/20/12

Friday, January 13, 2012

Spring's Encore


In the midst of the best of Spring days
When the sky is clear and warm
and the lilacs bloom before our eyes
We smell and live the moment
without wondering when we have to let it go
or say goodbye

We just live the experience and love the moment
without delusion
clear from confusion

We live the moment
and laugh inside of each day
with gratitude
That is our Spring attitude

When Winter comes and sets a chill
upon our cheeks
and leaves us feeling
frosty and alone
We sometimes glance back
at Springs love
and the warmth that it had shown

and we know for sure
without a doubt
it will return again...

It will be Spring again
the lilacs will have their turn
and right on queue

the heated blanket from the sun will continue to burn...
our shoulders
and
scorch our ears
So many love sounds to hear

the earth will once again be sprinkled with perfumed rain
and our cheeks instinctively will warm again

the cycle of the seasons
for so many divine reasons
like love
will never truly end...


Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Love's Only Hope...


Love's only hope is a vessel like us
to work through and reach out
So that people can trust
Who we proclaim as our God
and King
But to show proof through Love
Is a difficult thing
We desire to change others
to be more like us
But acceptance and grace
Is the ultimate must
We out of habit
Think that there's only one way
To minister God
In this world today
Exclusive and closed
Is what we can't be
God has created
His children to be free
So let's make it a point
To keep Love Alive
Through words and kind acts
And reaching outside
To the hurting and lost
To the needy and grieved
It's the only way
That people can see
Jesus Alive
in
You
and
in
Me...


Bonita Jones Knott 11/22/11

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

A Wonderful "Aloneness"

I just completed the third run of my one woman show “from the thorn of rejection...To the Rose of Restoration” last Friday night and I must say this is a subject that just keeps speaking to me...

I am truly in awe of how God will allow us to go through the very thing that He will use us to minister on. I'm in awe because many of us parents try desperately to protect our children from trials because we are petrified that they may damage them beyond repair...but not God. Our All Wise Father knows exactly what we need to bring us to a life changing place of understanding. He knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that the very thorn that prods our flesh on a daily basis, serves as a catalyst for change in our lives that produce the Rose within. God's infinite wisdom, love and immense nurturing are the very things that walk us through unimaginable pain and suffering. Rejection mars the soul like no other experience and when it goes untreated it multiplies itself in a variety of behaviors that can span a lifetime. Moses was rejected, Paul rejected Christians and then faced rejection as a Christian. Stephen faced rejection unto death following the One who was rejected on behalf of all of us, Christ. Stephen and Christ's response...”forgive them Lord, for they know not what they do...” I have forced that statement out of my lips on more than one occasion hoping that the heart behind the sentiment would soon follow. “Forgive them Lord...but I am still in pain...”is what has often followed. As understanding as He is, the second prayer is just as acceptable to God. Because of the depth of research that it has taken for me to get to the core of this subject, it has been necessary for me to walk with God in a whole new way. It is not a popular way but it is a necessary way for me to understand what dying to self truly means. I love the solitude that allows me to hear my Fathers heartbeat in exchange for all of my woes. I love the days when His only request is to sing to Him from my heart, while He responds with tangible peace. It is ironic and brilliant that in order for me to be delivered from the pains of rejection, He would hide me away in His secret place and keep me to Himself. I trust I am not “alone” in this wonderful alone-ness... Am I, friend?  


The search

begins from a hollow place

a missing moment

a broken promise

a separation

anxiety sets in

I must belong to someone

why did they give me up?

Why was it so easy not to want me?

The disconnect is overwhelming

the hollow place

expands in my heart

profuse beating echoes

to the four empty chambers

who or what will fill it?

I must belong to someone

Don't I?

Rejection mars my soul...

God am I yours?

“The Hollow Heart” Bonita Jones Knott © 


Reviews from "Rose of Restoration..."




Bonita,

I very much enjoyed your performance Friday night.  It was filled with a rainbow of emotions it made the evening a truly powerful experience.  I was particularly taken with your last piece and loved that you used Satie's  GymnopĂ©die to complement it - the perfect choice since Satie's music creates an ethereal atmosphere.

                                                    Mark Havlik - Author



Bonita
                                             enjoyed your reading immensely...
Don Cook - Playwright


It was awesome Bonita...truly blessed.
Onward and upward!
Brian Daye - Actor - Director - Playwright