Sunday, May 16, 2010

The Redeemed:




Those who received their sight

Who have jumped up and walked at the Master’s touch

They’ve chosen to brave the eye of the needle

They are leaders of children

Those who slave for all people

They sing to the Glorious One

They’ve found the Answer

They have left everything to follow Him

Their lives declare Him holy

They’ve cried out for mercy

They realise that they cannot save themselves

Those who seek peace

They are ever taught, ever instructed

All have realized that none are good... only God

Those who have seen the demons cast out of their lives


The saints of God, serving the Holy One of Heaven. They’ve found their hope... hear them, rising up to praise the King. And I? I want to be with the Holy.. I want to be at His side..

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

suspension.



Say anything but say what you mean

Monday, April 19, 2010

watered down

Last night a friend called. On Skype, of course, because I don't have a phone here. I hadn't talk with them for a while, so there was a lot to catch up on. After all the inside jokes were used up, the one liners were all old, and as the yawns got more and more frequent, the subject matter turned. And it turned toward my favorite topic... my God

We discussed how the world waters down Jesus. How we second guess God. The devil doesn't need to make us mass murderers to keep us out of heaven, he can just give us a fake, watered down, twisted version of the truth that gives some strange sense of security. Misplaced security... We discussed the way that Christians forget the miraculous they forget the God behind the God-man, and they neutralize the gospel. "Christ in me, the hope of glory" becomes "I'm in church, I'm obeying rules, why isn't my life going perfectly?"

My friend was so tired of the pastors, preachers, and minsters who can stand at the pulpit and preach a gospel that is only half there. These lukewarm doctrines that feel good... or, at least, feel comfortable. Leaders who seem so ashamed of the gospel, and so unaware of whom they believe that pretty soon no on even cares, and the purpose is completely forgotten. Morality, purity, and faith go down the tubes with church attendance. People are lost, hope is lost, and Jesus just stands there with arms wide open, ready to chase us again.

As we talked, I started thinking about all of the people I know who have headed down that road. Who walked off into the world of comfortable doctrine, and were swallowed by the sea of lukewarm. Lost to all feeling, and passion, they're paddling about, looking for the next ship. Ships that make them feel like they're going somewhere. Robbed of all purpose, life becomes grey and fogged over. Erased steps in a world of sand. I started crying. I thought of friends I know and love who don't want to drink it straight. They want the watered down version...

Paul says that the gospel of Jesus Christ is water to a dry and thirsty world. So why do we try to make it look like something else? Every human heart needs water, so why do we think they won't be attracted. The pure, unadulterated gospel of Jesus Christ is what every soul craves. In the core of every being is a hunger. And no watered down, twisted, mislabeled version of the truth of salvation is going to satisfy that.

I'm so glad I had a friend to have that conversation with. I'm glad that others want more. Lukewarm will never do...







Sunday, April 18, 2010


EQUATIONS

by Sacha Kravig




Oh the arithmetic of life

How many are lost

How many fall

How many decide... oh, how they decide



Decisions, decisions

Spinning our world

The globes of time, governed by equations

The minds of men, governed by sensations

Oh the arithmetic of life

How you move me

How you thrill me

How you fear me



And I fear you

Your everlasting monotone

The cadence that flows freely

And the rhythm that kills slowly

And slowly lives. Slowly gives life

Arithmetic. Breath.



And still we believe.

We believe in something more

We endlessly open doors

We ponder equations,

We experience sensations.

We live... believe



Oh the arithmetic of life

Oh the arithmetic of war

The battle of equations

The lifetime of sensations






Thursday, April 15, 2010

stop and listen




Just do it. It's crazy what you'll find.... find out. About yourself.


it all looks different. but that doesn't mean anything has changed

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Through the mud on my eyes



I couldn't walk
I couldn't see
I couldn't love
Until you found me.. in my deafness
You swung open the curtain
And I found the courage to get up and walk

I forget my weakness
For You've answered my loneliness
My hope has come

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

too easy

Lady sings the blues so well... as if she mean it... Blue lips, blue veins. Blue. The color of our planet from far, far away...

I vote Regina human of the year.... outside the cars are beeping out a song just in her honor. And though they do not know it, all mankind is now her brother.




Autumn wind turns again
The days are warm, start to fade
All that's here is still the same
Memories fall like rain

The only world I know
Steady as you go
It's too easy, it's too easy for you...

There's something amazing about OneRepublic. Something you can't really put your finger on. Not one of their songs leaves me unaffected.

Too Easy is drifting through my headphones right now... "It's too easy, it's too easy for you..." That line will be stuck in my head for the rest of the day. As I jog I will play it over and over again thinking about what it really means. And what it means to me.

So many desperate attempts to learn the guitar part have just left me hopeless. Someday, maybe... But for now I'll listen, cry, wonder, and dream about Autumn... It's too easy...



Gina Carano. Wow, my hero. Whenever I get tired in MMA training, I just think about her, and all of her amazingness. Keeps me going through it all... core, circuits, scrappy jiu jitsu sessions...




I may not be at Hillsong anymore, but I'm there in spirit. "WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER" I've seen that so many times so many different places... but we are, aren't we? I look at my students and wonder... Yes, I'm in this with them. I'm through this together, we're searching forever, so sing the lullabies of a distant day. It'll come. Somehow. Someway. The grief won't stay... Here we are. Are we lost are we found are we looking? I heart... do you heart?




Sensing. Great name for a great picture. Almost a picture of home to me. Janke may hate the wheat, but I'm feeling lost without it.