More Real

I have come to really like this song in the past few weeks.

Brooke Barrettsmith- “More Real”

So round and round I go 
Dancing with my soul 
I’m anxious and afraid 
Sifting pieces of the day 
Shattered where they lay 
I’m about to break 

In this lonely place 
I cry Your name 

You are more real 
Than the tears that are filling my eyes 
Than the heartache I’m holding inside 
You’re my hope in the darkest of times 
Like moon that illumines the night 
In light of all I feel 
Jesus, You’re more real 

Love covers all my fear 
And I am resting here 
Held in Your embrace 

In only place 
That I’m not afraid 

And I’m running away to You 
Running away to You 
Running away from the darkness of night 
And I’m holding to what is true 
Holding to what is true 
Running away to You into the light



Originally from by Pete Greig

Seen and borrowed from

The Vision

So this guy comes up to me and says “what’s the vision? What’s the big idea?” I open my mouth and words come out like this…
The vision?

The vision is JESUS – obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.

The vision is an army of young people.

You see bones? I see an army. And they are FREE from materialism.

They laugh at 9-5 little prisons.
They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday.
They wouldn’t even notice.
They know the meaning of the Matrix, the way the west was won.
They are mobile like the wind, they belong to the nations. They need no passport.. People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence.
They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying.
What is the vision ?
The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes. It makes children laugh and adults angry. It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to reach for the stars. It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure.

Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation.
It loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games.
This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause.
A million times a day its soldiers

choose to loose
that they might one day win
the great ‘Well done’ of faithful sons and daughters.

Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night. They don’t need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again: “COME ON!”

And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history in the making
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is scheming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing…
This is the sound of the underground

And the army is discipl(in)ed.

Young people who beat their bodies into submission.

Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms.
The tattoo on their back boasts “for me to live is Christ and to die is gain”.

Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes. Winners. Martyrs. Who can stop them ?
Can hormones hold them back?
Can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them ?

And the generation prays

like a dying man
with groans beyond talking,
with warrior cries, sulphuric tears and
with great barrow loads of laughter!
Waiting. Watching: 24 – 7 – 365.

Whatever it takes they will give: Breaking the rules. Shaking mediocrity from its cosy little hide. Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting essentials. The advertisers cannot mould them. Hollywood cannot hold them. Peer-pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties before the cockerel cries.

They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive


On the outside? They hardly care. They wear clothes like costumes to communicate and celebrate but never to hide.
Would they surrender their image or their popularity?
They would lay down their very lives – swap seats with the man on death row – guilty as hell. A throne for an electric chair.

With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days,

they pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all depends on them.

Their DNA chooses JESUS. (He breathes out, they breathe in.)
Their subconscious sings. They had a blood transfusion with Jesus.
Their words make demons scream in shopping centres.
Don’t you hear them coming?
Herald the weirdo’s! Summon the losers and the freaks. Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes. They walk tall and trees applaud, skyscrapers bow, mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension. Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden.

And this vision will be. It will come to pass; it will come easily; it will come soon.
How do I know? Because this is the longing of creation itself, the groaning of the Spirit, the very dream of God. My tomorrow is his today. My distant hope is his 3D. And my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking great ‘Amen!’ from countless angels, from hero’s of the faith, from Christ himself. And he is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner.


Picture + A Quote

In an attempt to give a glimpse into my life I want to start a new blog series entitled “Picture + A Quote”.  The picture is to show a few things I’m seeing and the quote is to show what I’m thinking about/learning.  We’ll see how it goes …

“Grace is the pleasure of God to magnify the worth of God by giving sinners the right and power to delight in God without obscuring the glory of God.” ~John Piper

Theme-song of My Life

Currently anyways.

The Almost

I particularly connect with the words “I’m the type of person who lets fear drive”.  There are a few situations I am currently in where I could let fear drive and when I do that I want to withdraw and shut down.  I’m so glad there is grace, because without it I wouldn’t have the strength to fight my fears.  Praise Jesus for His work on the cross and now His work in lives.

Living Everyday Fixed on Eternity

It’s been a while since I last posted, and I realize my last post was not sufficient to answer the questions of those who have been inquiring for the past two weeks.  I have been exceptionally  busy, but it has generally been a good busy.  I say “generally” because I have been able to be in community with the believers here everyday which has been awesome, but it has also revealed some selfish motives.  In my Intro to Discipleship Counseling class we have been talking about how our relationships should be intentional.  I would be the first to admit that many of my relationships, even here have not been intentional.  In fact, I have realized that my shortcomings in one of my relationships here the other day actually served as a misrepresentation of my Jesus, which upset me to the highest degree.  Not only was I unkind, un-bearing, and short with this person, but the love and grace (or lack of love and grace) I showed him was certainly not the love I have received.  

One thing that I have been super surprised about, is how quickly this place has become normal (dare I say comfortable) .  It has been a lot easier than I had expected.  I don’t know what reason I have to be surprised … I believe that God has indeed lead me here … I prayed that He would be my source of strength … I have been surrounded by an awesome community of Christ followers … not to mention I have been so loaded down with schoolwork (of the most awesome kind)  … and I just started my first job in Simi Valley today.  I’m currently typing this with a bunch of people sitting in my apartment, who came over for dinner and stuff, and am feeling like I should do some homework, but am convinced that I would be totally rude if I did that.  So, I won’t, and hope that it will get done sometime this weekend while I am not working or in some kind of social engagement.

Now On EBC Website

Hey! I just wanted to let everyone know that I am blogging for EBC, so you should go check out my page there.  It’s: .  More to come later….