So I was looking through my old post on my xanga blog. I wrote this over a year ago...
"Don't you know that you yourselves are God's temple and that God's Spirit lives in you? If anyone destroys God's temple, God will destroy him; for God's temple is sacred, and you are that temple." 1 Corinthians 3:16-17
I am worthless. Nothing in this world can help me find a way home. I deserve nothing. My actions are like dust. My heart pumps in the stirring of tremendous encore of pain in Hell. But God....he came.
He loves me. The creator of this universe loves me for me. I fall 1,000 times, but God picks me up. The dirt inside of me has been washed clean because I can see my dirt and the desire I have for Him. None of my tears can amount to the joy I have inside of me. My God loves me. I have a relationship with Him! Are you kidding? Yet, now I pray. I pray for you who has no knowledge of my love. You walk with sin, but you can't see the road. I pray one day someone will give you glasses to see the road God wants for you. He desires you just like he desires me.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
The Wedding
I sit and run. My direction is not straight. My thoughts are skewed. All I see is blood.
My hands are covered in the blood of this man who has been inviting me. His invitation welcomes me to a kingdom, a home, a family, a community, and even a love. Why do we run away from this invitation? He has prepared the meat at the banquet. He has poured the drinks. Everything is ready for a party, but why do I accept every other party invitation except the invitation for God's party?
Late at night I often find myself watching television on the couch. Is this what I live for? How could I ever be a man worthy of sharing the invitation of God's holy feast when I can't clearly see the invitation laid before my own eyes?
God. Please bring your fire. Please. I beg you.
Matt. 22:1-14
Jesus also told them other parables. He said,“The Kingdom of Heaven can be illustrated by the story of a king who prepared a great wedding feast for his son. When the banquet was ready, he sent his servants to notify those who were invited. But they all refused to come!
“So he sent other servants to tell them, ‘The feast has been prepared. The bulls and fattened cattle have been killed, and everything is ready. Come to the banquet!’ But the guests he had invited ignored them and went their own way, one to his farm, another to his business. Others seized his messengers and insulted them and killed them.
“The king was furious, and he sent out his army to destroy the murderers and burn their town. And he said to his servants, ‘The wedding feast is ready, and the guests I invited aren’t worthy of the honor. Now go out to the street corners and invite everyone you see.’ So the servants brought in everyone they could find, good and bad alike, and the banquet hall was filled with guests.
“But when the king came in to meet the guests, he noticed a man who wasn’t wearing the proper clothes for a wedding. ‘Friend,’ he asked, ‘how is it that you are here without wedding clothes?’ But the man had no reply. Then the king said to his aides, ‘Bind his hands and feet and throw him into the outer darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’
“For many are called, but few are chosen.”
My hands are covered in the blood of this man who has been inviting me. His invitation welcomes me to a kingdom, a home, a family, a community, and even a love. Why do we run away from this invitation? He has prepared the meat at the banquet. He has poured the drinks. Everything is ready for a party, but why do I accept every other party invitation except the invitation for God's party?
Late at night I often find myself watching television on the couch. Is this what I live for? How could I ever be a man worthy of sharing the invitation of God's holy feast when I can't clearly see the invitation laid before my own eyes?
God. Please bring your fire. Please. I beg you.
Matt. 22:1-14
Jesus also told them other parables. He said,“The Kingdom of Heaven can be illustrated by the story of a king who prepared a great wedding feast for his son. When the banquet was ready, he sent his servants to notify those who were invited. But they all refused to come!
“So he sent other servants to tell them, ‘The feast has been prepared. The bulls and fattened cattle have been killed, and everything is ready. Come to the banquet!’ But the guests he had invited ignored them and went their own way, one to his farm, another to his business. Others seized his messengers and insulted them and killed them.
“The king was furious, and he sent out his army to destroy the murderers and burn their town. And he said to his servants, ‘The wedding feast is ready, and the guests I invited aren’t worthy of the honor. Now go out to the street corners and invite everyone you see.’ So the servants brought in everyone they could find, good and bad alike, and the banquet hall was filled with guests.
“But when the king came in to meet the guests, he noticed a man who wasn’t wearing the proper clothes for a wedding. ‘Friend,’ he asked, ‘how is it that you are here without wedding clothes?’ But the man had no reply. Then the king said to his aides, ‘Bind his hands and feet and throw him into the outer darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’
“For many are called, but few are chosen.”
Saturday, July 19, 2008
The//Party
I am not skilled to understand
What God has willed, what God has planned
I only know at His right hand
Stands one who is my Savior
I take Him at His word and deed
Christ died to save me; this I read
And in my heart I find a need
Of Him to be my savior
That He would leave His place on high
And come for sinful man to die
You count it strange, so once did I
Before I knew my Savior
My Savior loves, My Savior lives
My Savior's always there for me
My God: He was, my God; He is
My God is always gonna be
Yes, living, dying, let me bring
My strength, my solace from this spring;
That He who lives to be my King
Once died to be my Savior
-Aaron Shust
No matter where you go, no matter where you move, no matter where you turn, God will always be there for you.
I am so thankful to have the opportunity to have found Christ at the age of eight. I remember my soul aching to run faster towards the eternal life with Jesus Christ, and my thoughts were carried without giving Hell a single opportunity to distract my vision. Now today, I pray my vision is still the same. I pray I will not give the devil a chance to diminish my light/lamp. I want to be the city on the hill where the party doesn't stop. No matter which location my life resides, I know my God is there with me.
Lord, thank you for this day. Thank you for the lamp wattage you have entrusted me to shine your light and let the whole world see.
What God has willed, what God has planned
I only know at His right hand
Stands one who is my Savior
I take Him at His word and deed
Christ died to save me; this I read
And in my heart I find a need
Of Him to be my savior
That He would leave His place on high
And come for sinful man to die
You count it strange, so once did I
Before I knew my Savior
My Savior loves, My Savior lives
My Savior's always there for me
My God: He was, my God; He is
My God is always gonna be
Yes, living, dying, let me bring
My strength, my solace from this spring;
That He who lives to be my King
Once died to be my Savior
-Aaron Shust
No matter where you go, no matter where you move, no matter where you turn, God will always be there for you.
I am so thankful to have the opportunity to have found Christ at the age of eight. I remember my soul aching to run faster towards the eternal life with Jesus Christ, and my thoughts were carried without giving Hell a single opportunity to distract my vision. Now today, I pray my vision is still the same. I pray I will not give the devil a chance to diminish my light/lamp. I want to be the city on the hill where the party doesn't stop. No matter which location my life resides, I know my God is there with me.
Lord, thank you for this day. Thank you for the lamp wattage you have entrusted me to shine your light and let the whole world see.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Dirty Disciples Feet.
My reading exist in the book of John, yet my mind can't seem to completely fathom the scene of Jesus walking this Earth. I have always understood his role of the Son of God in human flesh, but why do people respond the way John describes?
The people in Galilee do not understand who is the true Christ yet He stands in their doorway performing miracles beyond their what their "pea" minds could imagine. This is the Savior! The living, breathing, God! As I read, I just want to yell and wake these sleeping people. But my thoughts don't stop with the townspeople.
My mind begins to examine the mistakes of the disciples. They don't really see Christ. They walk daily beside the Son of God, but they still makes fools of themselves. They still go against God's word.
My big research question...If we are striving to live a holy, pure, life without Christ on Earth, then why do those who walk with Jesus continue to fall short of living a holy, pure, life? Is it possible for us? How does this connect with God's big plan?
The people in Galilee do not understand who is the true Christ yet He stands in their doorway performing miracles beyond their what their "pea" minds could imagine. This is the Savior! The living, breathing, God! As I read, I just want to yell and wake these sleeping people. But my thoughts don't stop with the townspeople.
My mind begins to examine the mistakes of the disciples. They don't really see Christ. They walk daily beside the Son of God, but they still makes fools of themselves. They still go against God's word.
My big research question...If we are striving to live a holy, pure, life without Christ on Earth, then why do those who walk with Jesus continue to fall short of living a holy, pure, life? Is it possible for us? How does this connect with God's big plan?
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