Sunday, April 1, 2007

You cried, wolf.

Then Jesus showed up.
Said, "Before we go up,
I thought that we might reminisce.
See one night in your life,
When you turned out the lights,
You asked for and prayed for my forgiveness.

"You cried, wolf.
The tears they soaked your fur.
The blood dripped from your fangs.
You said, 'What have I done?'
You loved that lamb.
With every sinful bone.
And there you wept alone.
Your heart was so contrite.

"You said, 'Jesus, please forgive me of my crimes.
Sanctify this withered heart of mine.
Stay with me until my life is through,
And on that day please take me home with you.'"

- from Deathbed, by Relient K

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Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Proverbs 3:27-28

Do not withhold good from those who deserve it,
when it is in your power to act.

Do not say to your neighbor,
"Come back later; I'll give it tomorrow" —
when you now have it with you.

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Saturday, December 9, 2006

Relient K

Yes, my favorite Christmas song ever was written by a punk band...


"I Celebrate The Day"

And with this Christmas wish is missed
The point I could convey
If only I could find the words to say
to let You know how much You've touched my life
Because here is where You're finding me,
in the exact same place as New Year's eve
And from a lack of my persistency
We're less than half as close as I want to be

And the first time that You opened Your eyes
did You realize that You would be my Savior
And the first breath that left Your lips
Did You know that it would change this world forever

And so this Christmas I'll compare
the things I felt in prior years
To what this midnight made so clear
That You have come to meet me here

To look back and think that
This baby would one day save me
In the hope that what You did
That you were born so I might live
To look back and think that
This baby would one day save me

And I, I celebrate the day
That You were born to die
So I could one day
pray for You to save my life.

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Gospel

"To be the recipient
of an unrecognized treasure
at a cost far less than its worth —
I value it all the more for its being undeserved"

It strikes me that of the gifts I have received, the ones I value most highly would be considered of little worth by most of the world, and the greatest victories in my life have not resulted from any effort of mine.

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Monday, November 20, 2006

Psalm 126:6

He who goes out weeping,
carrying seed to sow,
will return with songs of joy,
carrying sheaves with him.

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Saturday, November 4, 2006

Psalm 119:129-136

Your statutes are wonderful;
therefore I obey them.

The unfolding of your words gives light;
it gives understanding to the simple.

I open my mouth and pant,
longing for your commands.

Turn to me and have mercy on me,
as you always do to those who love your name.

Direct my footsteps according to your word;
let no sin rule over me.

Redeem me from the oppression of men,
that I may obey your precepts.

Make your face shine upon your servant
and teach me your decrees.

Streams of tears flow from my eyes,
for your law is not obeyed.

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Monday, October 2, 2006

Buying Horses from Egypt.

Deuteronomy 17:6
The king, moreover, must not acquire great numbers of horses for himself or make the people return to Egypt to get more of them, for the LORD has told you, "You are not to go back that way again."

I spend far too much of my life buying horses from Egypt.

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Thursday, August 24, 2006

Psalm 80:16-19

Your vine is cut down, it is burned with fire;
at your rebuke your people perish.
Let your hand rest on the man at your right hand,
the son of man you have raised up for yourself.
Then we will not turn away from you;
revive us, and we will call on your name.

Restore us, O LORD God Almighty;
make your face shine upon us,
that we may be saved.

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Tuesday, August 8, 2006

Okay is the hardest thing.

I am going to admit something right now that is very difficult for me, as a man, to admit: there is a song (just one) that has an unfailing, almost inescapable ability to make me almost cry. Alright, so it wasn't that difficult to admit. It doesn't sound like much, but it actually means a lot, and there's not a single other song in the world that can claim anywhere near as much. The reason this particular song has that ability is that it cuts straight to the heart of who I am, what I have struggled with, and what I continue to struggle with, and it proves that the simplest (and most Right) answer of all is the hardest one to give.

The song is called "Hands in the Air," and it's by a band called The Waiting. The lyrics are below. If you could hear the music while you read the words, you would know that it is being sung by a man whose heart has been completely broken and defeated by his attempts to live apart from God, as he tries to learn the beauty of submission.


Hands in the Air

If I raise my hands just to lift the shade,
Will I reveal a sky heavy and gray?
Will last night be a memory sweetly fading?
How I hate a morning starting out this way.
On these lonely raging mornings I would whip you if I could,
But You're on the mighty side of strong and the perfect side of good.

If I raise my hands will you grab me by the wrists
And will you try to pull me from the fray?
And even if my fingers join together into fists
Will you hold me firmly anyway?
'Cause I would try to escape you but for everyday I'm sure
That You're on the huge side of big and the holy side of pure.

Okay, hear what I say
As I raise my hands and surrender today.
Okay, here I will stay
Hands in the air, singing have Thine own way.

If I raise my hands, so weak and thin and frail,
Will you reveal the light of mercy in your eyes?
If I cry to you faintly will my feeble whispers fail,
Or will it find its way to a reply?
Beause now that I'm exhausted I think I'm ready to admit
That I have spent all my resistance on someone I can't resist.

Okay, hear what I say
As I raise my hands, in surrender today.
Okay, here I will stay
Hands in the air singing have Thine own way.

Light from my window sill, make my way to the door
I hang my head and still I know you're wanting more
Over the threshold now, I move across the yard
Although my will allows, my every step is hard
Now in the garden I carve out six feet of space
There make my will comply, lie down upon my face
Been toe to toe too long, I'm tired of fighting You
I see You were too strong, 'cause I am black and blue
But now I understand what losers do to win
How every dying man is sure to rise again
So I raise my left hand, one, I raise my right hand, two
Under the morning sun, my spirit cries to You.

Okay, hear what I say
As I raise my hands in surrender today.
Right here under the sun,
Hands in the air singing Thy will be done.
I'm here under the sun,
Hands in the air singing Thy will be done.
Okay, here I will stay,
Hands in the air, singing have Thine own way.
Have thine own way.



Words like "And even if my fingers join together into fists / Will you hold me firmly anyway?" whisper grace and mercy into my my heart, but it's the "Okay" that gets me, always. It's so easy to "believe" that God's will is best and for our ultimate best, but the submission and surrender is so incredibly hard sometimes. To say "Okay" and not just believe but accept that what God wills is eternally better than what I want.

When I moved to Dallas I was black and blue from years of pushing him away, and when I first walked into my church (not mine at the time) almost a year ago, I was black and blue from months of continuing to try to ignore him. Even in my failures he continued to redirect my life, and he has blessed me in fantastically undeserved ways. I know all this, and yet I continue to fight him on so many things. Why is "Okay" so hard to say?

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Wednesday, July 26, 2006

For Times of Struggle

God, I would lift it up to you,
but I am not even strong enough to bear it in the first place.
I'm so thankful that you are right here with me,
taking it from my hands. Help me to trust you.
I love you, Father.
Amen.


Psalm 65:5
You answer us with awesome deeds of righteousness,
O God our Savior,
the hope of all the ends of the earth
and of the farthest seas.

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Saturday, July 22, 2006

Romans 8:23-25

Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.

[See discussion in comments.]

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