I find myself in the word at the gospel of Luke. Every year we go back to the gospel of Luke in rememberence of the birth of Christ. Although this isn't the reason I went there, but many of you will be reading or hearing parts of it in the next few weeks. If you want some really profound sermons on probably the most important truth of life, I recommend Mark Driscoll's series "Investigating the Man Who is God".
Christmas is always a time we think about Jesus. But only three months before His birth, another was born. One who Jesus called the greatest man born. What is a great man? Watch, listen, and learn.
John the Baptizer
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Thankful even though...
Joining in with the millions of people who start their "I'm so thankful for" lists just because the calendar says so, I write these words.
I am grateful for my job, even though I feel I could be doing so much more.
I am grateful for my health, even though I am not as spry as I use to be.
I am grateful for my house, even though it has major issues.
I am grateful for my computer, even though it is old and slow.
I am grateful for my food, even though it is far from being the best of choices.
I am grateful for hot water, even though the bill is sky high.
I am grateful for friends, even though I rarely see them.
I am grateful for my family, even though we are remote and distant from each other.
I am grateful for my country, even though it isn't perfect.
But most of all I am thankful for my God, even though I can't see Him.
Yet I know it is He who has given me all that I need.
I am thankful for His grace, past, present and future.
I am grateful for my job, even though I feel I could be doing so much more.
I am grateful for my health, even though I am not as spry as I use to be.
I am grateful for my house, even though it has major issues.
I am grateful for my computer, even though it is old and slow.
I am grateful for my food, even though it is far from being the best of choices.
I am grateful for hot water, even though the bill is sky high.
I am grateful for friends, even though I rarely see them.
I am grateful for my family, even though we are remote and distant from each other.
I am grateful for my country, even though it isn't perfect.
But most of all I am thankful for my God, even though I can't see Him.
Yet I know it is He who has given me all that I need.
I am thankful for His grace, past, present and future.
Monday, November 19, 2012
Unleash! | Gateway Church
Unleash! | Gateway Church
"If you don't let your past die, it won't let you live."
"If you don't let your past die, it won't let you live."
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
KALEO CHURCH: Huddle or Mission?
KALEO CHURCH: Huddle or Mission?: Anyone who has walked with Jesus for any length of time in the western world knows the temptation to get trapped in the Christian bubble–t...
Monday, October 29, 2012
Rediscovering Love
Some things just hurt. Deep painful wounds that seems at the moment of infliction will never heal. The moment splits the persons involved forever.
Or so it seems.
Years go by.
Wasted years where there could have been a loving relationship, but the painful memory just sets itself up in the form of a brick wall. Separation results.
Personally, I have had almost three decades of such a relationship with one who knew me from the beginning of my days on earth. Better than half of our lives have been ruled by the "unforgivable".
Yet one day, arranged by divine circumstances, we took a walk. We talked. We showed our own weaknesses and sorrows about the wound. We hugged. We forgave.
It has been a year since that walk. Hours separate us geographically, so face to face with each other is rare. But we made it happen recently. There is a love that has been rediscovered.
How many people let something that they believe is unforgivable to stop love cold? I believe it really isn't the wound or the pain that stops love. It is more the hurt pride that says, "How could you have done this to ME?" Then the wall that stops communications go up.
Truth is that if you look deep into yourself, you see that there is just as much you are capable to "doing" to cause wounds. Each of us can and will until we lose our prideful attitude. Once that tumbles, humility can pick up the pieces and rebuild, restore, rediscovere love.
Or so it seems.
Years go by.
Wasted years where there could have been a loving relationship, but the painful memory just sets itself up in the form of a brick wall. Separation results.
Personally, I have had almost three decades of such a relationship with one who knew me from the beginning of my days on earth. Better than half of our lives have been ruled by the "unforgivable".
Yet one day, arranged by divine circumstances, we took a walk. We talked. We showed our own weaknesses and sorrows about the wound. We hugged. We forgave.
It has been a year since that walk. Hours separate us geographically, so face to face with each other is rare. But we made it happen recently. There is a love that has been rediscovered.
How many people let something that they believe is unforgivable to stop love cold? I believe it really isn't the wound or the pain that stops love. It is more the hurt pride that says, "How could you have done this to ME?" Then the wall that stops communications go up.
Truth is that if you look deep into yourself, you see that there is just as much you are capable to "doing" to cause wounds. Each of us can and will until we lose our prideful attitude. Once that tumbles, humility can pick up the pieces and rebuild, restore, rediscovere love.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Hanging On a Wall
Talent?
Composition?
Color?
Design?
Just what is it that makes a painting or drawing get chosen to hang in a famous gallery?
Controversial statement?
Classic tale put in visual?
Heart wrenching subject?
Tonight I view only a tiny portion of one art museums collection of drawings. Unfortunately not in person. Just through the less than flattering medium of the Internet.
The variety is amazing. And it made me ask the question deep within my soul, "Do I have any talent?" I tend to look at the classics and say "Never could I do such a marvelous work!" Then I look at what appears to be merely childish scribbles and say, "Really? This is in a museum?"
So what does it take? Courage? Lessons? Money? All of these are lacking from my experiences. Yet ever time I look upon some one's work, my spirit yells in a silent whisper, "You can do this."
Composition?
Color?
Design?
Just what is it that makes a painting or drawing get chosen to hang in a famous gallery?
Controversial statement?
Classic tale put in visual?
Heart wrenching subject?
Tonight I view only a tiny portion of one art museums collection of drawings. Unfortunately not in person. Just through the less than flattering medium of the Internet.
The variety is amazing. And it made me ask the question deep within my soul, "Do I have any talent?" I tend to look at the classics and say "Never could I do such a marvelous work!" Then I look at what appears to be merely childish scribbles and say, "Really? This is in a museum?"
So what does it take? Courage? Lessons? Money? All of these are lacking from my experiences. Yet ever time I look upon some one's work, my spirit yells in a silent whisper, "You can do this."
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