I have about 15 - 20 minutes in my car on the way to work each day. At that time of the morning, the sun is just making an appearance just over the horizon. God blesses me with the most wonderful scenes. During this time, I turn off the radio and just talk with Him. Why, because I'm Holy? No, just the oppisite, if I don't draw near to Him daily, I'm stuck with my own solutions and ideas.
A few months ago I was praying and told God, "Father, You are stronger, wiser, mightier, bigger...Father, You just ARE! I couldn't find anything else to say about Himself. This led to the following poem:
You Are I AM, but I am just me.
Yet You came, and You gave Your Life for me.
And Your Spirit came to comfort me;
You ARE I AM, You ARE.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Keeping The Christ In Christian
So our battle to keep Christ in Christmas apparently went well this year.
It occurred to me though, am I just as adamant about keeping the Christ in my Christian walk?
Someone said that we here in America have a completely different understanding of what persecution is, (at least for now). At what seems like the drop of a hat, we go from happy go lucky, “Bless Jesus” to “Well my day stinks now.”
Our brothers and sisters around the world are dieing for their faith. While we just know in our heart of hearts that someone looked at us with distain because we were wearing a WWJD bracelet.
I confess to you and Our Father God that I have been guilty of complaining about our brand of persecution and that I desire to stop this type of foolishness. In its place it is my desire to serve the Lord. To expend all that energy in a way that Glorifies Him and Him alone. I covet your prayers in this.
As I write this, the church pianist has just finished practicing, “People Need The Lord” and has gone into, “Each One Reach One.” My friend Henry, who has sold all his worldly possessions and moved to Rowatan in Honduras to serve God will be speaking shortly.
At times like this I must wonder how and why God puts up with me. Then I remember that it is only by the Blood of The Lamb, the Perfect Sacrifice, My Lord Jesus Christ that God can even look on me. He has called me to a greater purpose than I have been willing to Trust Him with. Don’t know what it is yet, but I’ll let you know when He shows me.
I only ask selfishly that you pray for me in this.
I am thoroughly amazed that through this system, Christians around the world are connected in real time. “Jerusalem, Judea and the ends of the earth.” Oh yes, He knew.
Maranatha!
It occurred to me though, am I just as adamant about keeping the Christ in my Christian walk?
Someone said that we here in America have a completely different understanding of what persecution is, (at least for now). At what seems like the drop of a hat, we go from happy go lucky, “Bless Jesus” to “Well my day stinks now.”
Our brothers and sisters around the world are dieing for their faith. While we just know in our heart of hearts that someone looked at us with distain because we were wearing a WWJD bracelet.
I confess to you and Our Father God that I have been guilty of complaining about our brand of persecution and that I desire to stop this type of foolishness. In its place it is my desire to serve the Lord. To expend all that energy in a way that Glorifies Him and Him alone. I covet your prayers in this.
As I write this, the church pianist has just finished practicing, “People Need The Lord” and has gone into, “Each One Reach One.” My friend Henry, who has sold all his worldly possessions and moved to Rowatan in Honduras to serve God will be speaking shortly.
At times like this I must wonder how and why God puts up with me. Then I remember that it is only by the Blood of The Lamb, the Perfect Sacrifice, My Lord Jesus Christ that God can even look on me. He has called me to a greater purpose than I have been willing to Trust Him with. Don’t know what it is yet, but I’ll let you know when He shows me.
I only ask selfishly that you pray for me in this.
I am thoroughly amazed that through this system, Christians around the world are connected in real time. “Jerusalem, Judea and the ends of the earth.” Oh yes, He knew.
Maranatha!
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