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Saturday, 28 February 2009

please, slow it down

We’re all so busy. My friends are busy, I’m busy. Everyone is busy. We all try to juggle work, school, family, church and community. We’re just all so busy. The strange thing is, everyone is so busy because they want to be free. We work to buy freedom, earn freedom, and find freedom. We seem almost enslaved to this process. Then we take it to the world. We wage wars then we wage more wars to end the first wars. Then we try to justify the wars by saying it is for someone’s freedom. We spend time talking about freedom, singing about freedom, raising money for freedom and bragging about freedom. We end up being so busy that we even forget where are freedom is.
I decided that I wouldn’t let the beauty of free things pass me by. I became so distracted by trying to find beautiful things that I missed what was plainly in my face. I was looking for an extravagant miracle while the sun was rising; I tried to solve world hunger while my community was having dinner. I let it pass me by.
So I prayed, and as always, God came through.
“For you were called to freedom, brothers. Only do not use your freedom as an opportunity for the flesh, but through love serve one another. “
Stop looking for your freedom and spend the day with someone you care for. Stop singing about the coming freedom and sing for someone you love. Stop waging wars (and I mean every kind) and rebuild love. Stop hurting your enemy and wash his feet.
It would be so much better to love, and actually experience freedom, than to spend your life looking for it, and returning empty handed.
"Please, slow it down. There's a secret magic password that you'll only notce when you're looking back at it."

Wednesday, 28 January 2009

come down

i haven't had time to write it seems. i think i was just filling my time with other things, avoiding what holds me accountable.
i wonder why we're drawn to tragic things, sometimes broken things. i think we feel as if we can shine some light on this or fix that. that might hold some truth but we simply can't make everything better. some things are better left alone.
what an uphill battle.
ultimately, i'm going to continue this uphill battle. i think i will for a while. i love some things too much, maybe i just love my pride too much to let it go.
but then i think of this, what about what jesus went through? he "was obedient, even unto death."
talk about an uphill battle.
i shouldn't be up this late, things get to me and i think too much when i'm up too late.
shane asked us what the gospel has been costing us lately.
an uphill battle, but my joy is full, i think, my heart is well. no matter how hard this uphill battle is, a little peace and a simple smile makes everything worthwhile.
two words with you makes it worthwhile too.
heaven come down.

Tuesday, 02 December 2008

cutting corners...

I was born in 1990, so every time I see a date, it's a very odd representation of my age. I'm not sure of how things are going to be when I'm older, I'm not sure if I'm going to accomplish the things I desire, or if I'll have the same relationships, or if I'll even make it to "older".
There's things that we think about and pray about and talk about that might never happen... that's such a strange thought.
I haven't been doing very well with relationships here lately, I'm begining to realize that more and more. I have a tendency to want to be with or around someone because they offer something that I want or need. That's selfish. I guess my lack of self-control has finally caught up to me.
I'm gonna fix that.
God knows soooo much more of what I need then I do. God knows how much more time I have. God knows who is going to be in my life in 5 months or 5 years. It's best to trust God.
2008 is almost over. 2009 is just around the corner.
Don't cut any more corners.

Friday, 28 November 2008

Love wins.

It's 2 am on Black Friday. The madness begins in three hours and I can't sleep at all.
I just had a conversation with someone I consider to be a very wonderful friend. Friend made a great point, he asked me how I could help others in desolate countries if I wasn't helping myself and the economy of my own country.
Thats such a difficult questiong to answer.
Honestly, there's no way to say things like this nicely, gently, or without making you angry. People are selfish. Twenty percent of the world's rich own eighty percent of the world's resources and eighty percent of the world's poor have access to twenty percent of the world's resources. Disturbing. Human traficking is the single most lucrative enterpirse in the world, meaning that nothing is more profitable than selling people like we have the right to own a human life. All for what? A pocket full of gold, a full stomach and a comfortable house.
HUH????
Christ calls us to equality and love. He told Peter THREE TIMES to feed his sheep. What are we doing? Why are we worried about putting money back into our economy(rather into the pockets of the selfish CEOs who like cruises) when there are people who live on less than a dollar a day oversees? Yes, our nation should find a way out of debt but for the sake of Christ, forget the world for a minute, JUST A MINUTE, and think of the Kingdom and how it would look... Don't go back.
Friend also pointed out the phrase "Be in the world and not of it"
While most of us think that it implies that we should care for things but not be of them... wait, this makes no sense. Honestly, its pretty clear, should we further the world's kingdom of Christ's. Christ's right? I'll leave it to you to decide for yourself what represents the kingdom of Christ and the kingdom of the world BUT I will say this, the 80/20 ratio is not something that makes me think of the Kingdom of God.
Eventually, love will win. Eventually God's kingdom will come and peace will finally exist. However, Christ prayed for God's kingdom to come on earth as it is in Heaven. Right now.
Breathe Your peace on us.
I will arise and go to Jesus

He will embrace me in His arms.
I'm begining to realize how much people love you when you say things that are pretty, but when you tell them they're wrong, you happen to be the anti-christ.
I don't care now.
I am to, maybe past, the point where Christ is just too important, too sacred, holy and blessed for me to care about my popularity more than him. These people that read what I have to say don't love me enough to die for me. God, sometimes they don't love me at all. Who do you think I'm going to want to agree with? The one who holds my everything in his hands, the one that rains grace on me. The one that loves me unconditionally.
Thank You Jesus, for your precious life. Thank You for your precious blood. Thank you for dying for me, for the people I struggle to love(even though You, Lord, love them as much as You love me), for the people we ignore who are struggling to survive. I DON'T say that enough.
In the arms of my dear savior, oh, there are 10,000 charms.