Perspective

The tangible power of eternity presses down upon our short lives with an overwhelming presence.  Like beach sands poured upon an anthill, like a single snowflake descending on the plains of Antarctica, our allotted times are swallowed up by the great eternal.  Our short stories have abrupt endings, lost in a page-less forever.  All of our ambitions are swept away, our temporal goods and life visions, callings and destinies are a few leaves hanging by an aged twig, easily broken by a strong wind.  All of our circumstances are stones crushed beneath the weight of a shifting mountain.

Have ownership of nothing lest you be stripped of everything.  If our futures are not tied down by the weights of eternity they will float away into nothingness like the helium in a single balloon released into the sky.

Temporal desires can never be recovered, their end is insignificance.

Eternity is not just a future hope, it has a present expression which is violent against temporal things.  Everything that doesn’t have life in eternity will be killed by this reality eventually.  We can grieve over the loss of many things on the day our life ends, but wisdom says to let eternity bring some loss now instead of then.

Super-Saint or Servant or …

• He was a man of great boldness, willing to stand for truth in the face of all opposition.
• He was full of faith and had indisputable wisdom.
• He was a great historian, well versed in the pentateuch and the prophets, especially concerning the Christ.
• He witnessed the glory of God and saw Jesus resurrected.
• His countenance shone like that of an angel.
• He forgave his enemies for the most appalling sin against him, embodying Jesus’ prophecy, “If they persecuted me, they will also persecute you.”
• The assault against him started the first widespread persecution against the Church, precipitating the first major evangelistic campaign throughout the nations.
• He was the Church’s first martyr.

A sea with no bottom

Your words dive into my shallow heart creating depth

and the capacity to know,

to feel,

to experience

communion with the beating heart

of the man in heaven.

Scripture tells us that the heart of man is wicked and deceitful.

Let me not be fooled by twisted intentions of

selfish love - which is not love at all -

but an attachment to empty treasure chests.

Speak to me.

Put Your pure heart into mine,

at first foreign,

but soon familiar,

the divine nature of the unfallen heart of man -

A sea with no bottom.

A sky without horizon.

Ministry trip part 1: Who are the poor?

I met a strung-out, incoherent, overly emotional crack-addict named Ramon.  He looked me straight in the eyes, and while tightly embracing my hand, told me how much God loved me.  He was right.

The night before, my group and I had attended a prayer meeting in the inner-city that is focused on reaching men like Ramon with the gospel.  They pray and worship for an hour and then provide food for the homeless.  I had been at this meeting about a dozen times in the past and always found it amusing to watch this population pray at the microphone.  I mean, I now work for the International House of Prayer – part of my occupation is to lead people in prayer.  We use the right lingo, we pray in a positive and uplifting manner, and we try not to get too personal.  But homeless people do things a little differently – they create their own model. They get behind that pulpit and share testimonies, preach mini-sermons, cast out devils and sometimes say border-line heretical statements.  This particular night wasn’t much different than the previous ones, until the spotlight I was shining on everyone else was turned around, shining into the deep caverns inside of me.  What I saw was alarming.

Journey to a foreign land: Intro

I just completed my first missions trip.  I always knew I’d be involved with missions in some way;  I have the heart to reach people with the gospel and the prophetic words to confirm that I would do so.  When I was asked to co-lead a group of students I figured it was the perfect opportunity to dive into the water head first.  In the next few entries I will write about some memorable experiences from this life-changing trip.  Hope you enjoy!

Oh.

Bet your wondering where we went and who we reached.

Downtown Kansas City.

No one.

Sovereignty

Thank You for every wilderness,

and every paradise.

The highs and lows of loving God

You know the reach of love.

He knows how to capture and keep our affections without violating our free will.

He knows the heights a heart can reach before being completely spoiled for earthly delights;  And the depths it can plummet before losing all ability to be rescued.

He knows perfectly the heights of fulfillment and the depths of longing.

The glory of Man

What is man that You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You consider him? (Psalm 8:4)

When you read this verse, do you think “Man = high” or “Man = low”?

I’ll start by saying both interpretations are accurate.

But it is the height of Man which has impressed me lately.

I was watching a documentary about the grandeur of the universe, its incomprehensible size and complexity, and my first response was: “Wow! God is amazing, He is creative, He is beautiful and He has no limitations. I can’t help but worship a God like this!”

I basked in that moment for a little while, maybe during the commercial break, but as those explorers of the universe went deeper and deeper into space, taking pictures on the way, I thought; “Wow! Man is amazing.”

Welcome

I was 16 when I started this blog.  At 29 it is finally going public.

It used to be in the form of five subject notebooks – now compiled and stuffed beneath my bed; it used to be mandatory – probably a typical assignment for a 10th grade english class.  For that first year of writing, my reward was a check-mark on the top of the page.  I didn’t care what I wrote, as long as I got that check.  Yet, as the school year came to an end, a surprising thing happened; I continued to write.  Fast-forward about 13 years, and here I am, morphing that assignment into a new medium, perhaps a more charitable one.

I hope you enjoy wandering around my thoughts and my life.  Please don’t hesitate to share your own by leaving comments. I gladly invite both agreement and contention.  If I have learned anything from re-reading old journals, it is this:  If at any point in my life I think I am wise, in that moment I have disqualified myself from being so.  The person with an answer for everything, questioning nothing, unwilling to bend their opinions and be taught, is a fool.  We live in an infinite framework, in which we are mere infants.  And so it is in this context, stumbling through my play-pen, that I introduce my blog.

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