Call+Response

 

I just read about this on Brody’s blog.
I watched the trailer.
I don’t know what to say.
I don’t really know what to do either.
I’m sad. I’m angered. I’m frustrated.
My heart is broken.
I think at this point the best way to get involved is to spread the word about Call+Response. Please check it out and think about ways you could get involved. I will try to update when I am able to think more clearly.

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Recent Reading

This is an excerpt from a book I just recently read (Boy Meets Girl by Josh Harris).  It lead to a moment of reflection and praise and I hope that it stirs you to worship in some way.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ By Steven Estes and Joni Eareckson Tada    

The face that Moses had begged to see – was forbidden to see- was slapped bloody (Exodus 33:19-20). The thorns that God had sent to curse the earth’s rebellion now twisted around his own brow …              

“On your back with you!” One raises a mallet to sink in the spike. But the soldier’s heart must continue pumping as he readies the prisoners wrist. Someone must sustain the soldier’s life minute by minute,for no man has this power on his own. Who supplies breath to his lungs? Who gives energy to his cells? Who holds his molecules together? Only by the Son do “all things hold together” (Colossians 1:17). The victim wills that the soldier lives on- he grants the warriors continued existence. The man swings. As the man swings, the Son recalls how he and the Father first designed the medial nerve of the human forearm- the sensations it would be capable of. The design proves flawless- the nerves perform exquisitely.

“Up you go!” They lift the cross. God is on display in his underwear and can scarcely breathe. But these pains are a mere warm-up to his other and growing dread. He begins to feel a foreign sensation. Somewhere during this day an unearthly foul odor began to waft, not around his nose, but his heart. He feels dirty. Human wickedness starts to crawl upon his spotless being- the living excrement from our souls. The apple of his Father’s eye turns brown with rot.

His father! He must face his Father like this! From heaven the Father now rouses himself like a lion disturbed,shakes his mane, and roars against the shriveling remnant of a man hanging on a cross. Never has the Son seen the Father look at him so, never felt even the least of his hot breath. But the roar shakes the unseen world and darkens the visible sky. The Son does not recognize these eyes. “Son of Man! Why have you behaved so? You have cheated, lusted, stolen, gossiped- murdered, envied, hated, lied. You have cursed, robbed, overspent, overeaten- fornicated, disobeyed, embezzled, and blasphemed. Oh, the duties you have shirked, the children you have abandoned! Who has ever so ignored the poor, so played the coward, so belittled my name? Have you ever held your razor tongue? What a self-righteous, pitiful drunk- you, who molest young boys, peddle killer drugs, travel in cliques, and mock your parents. Who gave you the boldness to rig elections, foment revolutions, torture animals, and worship demons? Does the list never end! Splitting families, raping virgins, acting smugly, playing the pimp- buying politicians, practicing exhortation, filming pornography, accepting bribes. You have burned down buildings, perfected terrorist tactics, founded false religions, traded in slaves- relishing each morsel and bragging about it all. I hate, loathe these things in you! Disgust for everything about you consumes me! Can you not feel my wrath?”

Of course the Son is innocent. he is blamelessness itself. The Father knows this. But the divine pair have an agreement, and the unthinkable must now take place. Jesus will be treated as if personally responsible for every sin ever committed. The Father watched as his heart’s treasure, the mirror image of himself, sinks drowning into raw, liquid sin. Jehovah’s stored rage against humankind from every century explodes in a single direction. “Father! Father! Why have you forsaken me?!” But heaven stops its ears. The Son stares up at the One who cannot, who will not, reach down or reply.

The Trinity had planned it. The Son endured it. The Spirit enabled him. The Father rejected the Son whom he loved. Jesus, the God-man from Nazareth, perished. The Father accepted his sacrifice for sin and was satisfied. The Rescue was accomplished. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Psalm 71:23 “My lips will shout for joy, when I sing praises to you; my soul also, which you have redeemed.”

Empty Me


I’ve had just enough of the spotlight when it burns bright 
To see how it gets in the blood. 
And I’ve tasted my share of the sweet life and the wild ride 
And found a little is not quite enough. 
I know how I can stray 
And how fast my heart could change. 

Empty me of the selfishness inside 
Every vain ambition and the poison of my pride 
And any foolish thing my heart holds to 
Lord empty me of me so I can be filled with you. 

I’ve seen just enough of the quick buys of the best lies 
To know how prodigals can be drawn away. 
I know how I can stray 
And how fast my heart could change. 

Empty me of the selfishness inside 
Every vain ambition and the poison of my pride 
And any foolish thing my heart holds to 
Lord empty me of me so I can be filled with you. 

Cause everything is a lesser thing 
Compared to you, compared to you. 
Cause everything is a lesser thing 
Compared to you. So, I surrender all! 

Singalong

If you have never heard Phil Wickham or his music,or if you love and have all of Phil Wickham’s music (like myself), you’re in for a treat!

You can download his live album FOR FREE on 8/8/08 !

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(I’m in row 2 of the second section, 5 in from the right! 🙂 )

Indescribable

There is so much I could say about this video, but 1) I am tired  2) I could not do the content justice  and 3) My faith is sometimes weak and I feel I have no room to talk.

All I know is that I’m always glad to be reminded that God is in control and that it is Him who holds me together, because there is no one more suitable or more capable.  May you be moved to praise the Creator …

One Month

Well, today is the day.  A month from today I will be on my way to California.  The past month has been a crazy time … a stressful time.  I’ve been incredibly overwhelmed, excited, sad and oddly enough .. homesick.  I’ve had this homesick feeling and I’M STILL AT HOME.  I’ve been thinking about how on earth I will possibly make it in California, both financially and physically/mentally.  Honestly, I won’t be able to … not without divine intervention.   Whenever I think about leaving home I feel sick and want to cry (my eyes are welling as I type this).  I’m going to need to find a job like as soon as I get out there .. which IS possible ( I applied online for a job and got a call yesterday, and was told to stop in once I get out there).  I think the hardest thing for me will be leaving my mama.  Haha … that sounds pretty stupid I’m sure, but she has been there consistently for me to comfort, encourage and guide me.  And I’m going to miss that SO MUCH.  I keep telling myself if I make it the first month, I can make it another 2 1/2 months (and then go home for break) and then I can make it another 4 months until the summer, and then I can make it through the next year and get my degree and then come back home if I wish (and if God wills).  I’m looking forward to my classes and I’m sure that I will enjoy them when I get there. I’m looking forward to sharing my apartment with 3 other super cool girls, and I’m sure it will be good when I get there.  I’m not looking forward to leaving my mom, but I know God is and will continue to be good when I get out there.  I was thinking about it and wondering if Jesus ever felt homesick.  Like ya .. maybe when He was a child and was away from His mom, but I mean homesick because He left heaven and the Father.  I think my communication with my mom will be like His communication with God, and I hope that my communication with God will be like Jesus’ as well.  I need to remember that my Father is my life-line … He is the perfect comforter … He is what can get me through.