To teach you about the things with weight, and grace and love.
To show you how to be peculiar.
To point to the Light so you will turn towards it.
On your own.
Look, little one.
There’s the path.
Like an unchecked cancer, hate corrodes the personality and eats away its vital unity. Hate destroys a man’s sense of values and his objectivity. It causes him to describe the beautiful as ugly and the ugly as beautiful, and to confuse the true with the false and the false with the true.
Never getting tired of it, wanting more and more and more until I wonder if my thirst for this Love will ever be quenched. If I’ll always be this ravenous…
{{Read the rest of my love story over at (In)Courage today…}}
Do you see, do you see
All the people sinking down?
Don’t you care, don’t you care
Are you gonna let them drown?
How can you be so numb
Not to care if they come? You close your eyes
And pretend the job’s done.
“Oh bless me Lord, bless me Lord” You know it’s all I ever hear.
No one aches, no one hurts
No one even sheds one tear.
But He cries, He weeps, He bleeds
And He cares for your needs.
And you just lay back And keep soaking it in,
Oh, can’t you see it’s such sin?
Cause He brings people to your door,
And you turn them away
While you smile and say,
“God bless you, be at peace”.
And all heaven just weeps.
Cause Jesus came to your door
You’ve left him out on the streets.
Open up open up
And give yourself away.
You see the need, you hear the cries
So how can you delay?
The world is sleeping in the dark
That the church just can’t fight
Cause it’s asleep in the light
How can you be so dead
When you’ve been so well fed
Jesus rose from the grave
And you, you can’t even get out of bed
Some lyrics from Keith Green’s, Asleep In The Light
every cell wails
travails for others
a good wail
pushing out from center,
Spirit creeps to every place
along the edges
of flesh.
this flesh
is not enough
it can’t hold it
so i wail.
***
When you have an experience. When you feel it well up, deep in belly, and it begins to prowl along your flesh. Pushing out to limb upon limb, growing in power. [...]
As we celebrate freedom, I think of my own “no more shackles” year. Back to the day when my freedom began. It might sound odd or morbid, but it was the day of my daughter’s funeral.
I read what I wrote about that day, again today, almost six months later, and realized it was day 1 [...]
I’ve joined the incredible ladies at The M.O.B. Society – The Mothers of Boys Society. Have you found your way over there yet? Amazing women who have a heart for helping moms of boys.
“He looks at me pensively as he stands up. He knows most everyone in the place, so it’s not too scary. [...]
I walk into the grocery store, glancing around to see if anyone notices my wounds. They see my skin, my flesh — the outside. But they don’t see me limping…
{Read the rest over at (In)Courage today, won’t you?}
Some days are green.
Gloriously alive and thriving and showing you Jesus in every turn.
Other days are brown, dead. Charred.
It’s the in-between that matters.
How do we prepare, prevent, pre-imagine the brown
so we can stay in the green?
You will need that heart tomorrow, dear one. Protect it today.
The Shield of Faith, the Belt of Truth, the Feet [...]
