33 posts tagged “faith”
I asked on my other blog and now I am asking here. What would make a good confirmation gift? One that would stand out and make the person take it, put it on a shelf to display, and appreciate? I was thinking about a suggestion someone else made like one of the catholic bibles with his name engraved on the cover. Then I was thinking that someone else would get him the same thing. I want to give him something unique. I keep trying to comb over our relationship ... try to find something that we share together that no one else does and go from that. It's hard to figure, though. We connect through music and we talk about everything. I don't know.. *sigh*.
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What's a leap of faith to you? Have you ever taken one?
Heh. Every moment of the day you take a step of faith that all add up to a leap. Once in a while you take a full leap across the chasm hoping to reach land on the other side of the darkness. Every breath we take takes faith...faith that there will be another after it...and another...and another.
The largest leaps of faith, the ones I care to recount... marriage, child, dog. Those are the 3 most recent. You don't know what you will get when you open that fortune cookie handed to you at the alter when you say your vows. Once it's open, there is no turning back. Whatever lies within is now yours. You claimed it in front of God, witnesses, and your own mortal soul.
The same with parenthood. The decision is easy enough. "Let's have a baby!" Rolls off the tongue like honey. You have no clue what will occur once the seed has been planted. You don't know what kind of tree you will tend. Will it be brambly with thorns? Will it sway like the willow? Will it wither and die, or blow away like chaff in the wind? Every part of pregnancy, birth, and thereafter is encompassed in faith.
Getting a dog might not seem like that big a deal, but it is like having another child. It's like I adopted a pre-teen who has a past that I will never fully understand, and his future depends on me. I had to have faith that I could handle him, his aggression, his anxieties...and love him unconditionally. I had to have the faith that he would mesh well with our family...that all would work out for the best. I don't know what the future will bring in all these situations... sticking it out to see is true faith.
Living life is the leap that we take...we don't know where we will end up on the other side.
Words: Veranda, remains, cicadas, miracle, righteousness.
As I stand upon my veranda in the glistening sunset, I can hear the cicadas call from the distant wood. The beauty of the sunset brings me back to a time long ago, before I was even a twinkle...a time when a man stood tall like the oak upon a foreign shore. That is where he spoke, brightly shining as the remains of a mid-dusk sun, of the ages to come and the old age foregone. My spirit soars recalling the text of his tongue. My heart sinks with the dampened sunlight, as they turn the landscape to a sea of red. I feel the pain as his blood was shed till through a miracle brought him reborn, the Son of Righteousness renewed as the waking of the sky in the morning.
I almost like what I wrote... almost.
*edited b/c i forgot a word DOH*
I thought you might all want to see what he has to say. He says that we are worshiping technology and ignoring the hungry. What do you say?
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from Bible Gateway
Matthew 7
Judging Others
1"Do not judge, or you too will be judged. 2For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.
3"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? 4How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? 5You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye.
1Judge not, that ye be not judged.
2For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.
3And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?
4Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye?
5Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye.
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Cross Movement!
KNOW ME (HUH, WHAT?)
The Cross Movement
Enock: Do we truly know what the Lord cares about * let alone His
where-abouts, * God’s not in these places where people think faith is
coming to the Lord with there hands stuck out * Remember, the Lord
dismissin’ the droves cause they only came for the fish and the loaves,
* true seekers of God are hard to find when you seek His heart and mind
* You’ll start to find * Faith in the gospel, * there’s your gift,
treasure it, watch out for those heretics * Who make God out to be some
genie in a bottle like the Christina Agalera hit * Wheat and tares
there’s a split be aware of it when the scripture hits you right *
It’ll switch ya’ plight, that’s how you’ll know you’re out of darkness
* And into light * *
The Ambassador: This beat is hot now I got to heat the spot * feed the
flock and pray that non-believers stop * We grow together both weed and
crop, * so you need to take heed to the seed I drop * Jesus, up in
every piece I drop, time’s running out so we gotta beat the clock *
Peep it Ock, I hear you smoke weed a lot you need the pot, you know
that you need to stop. * * You keep a knot, you got more doe than a
pizza shop showin’ all the gold teeth you got * You keep a fox in the
front seat of the jeep you got (alarm sound) and you keep it locked *
Won’t go to church til’ you Easter shop, new suit and shoes and a
Easter top * * People stop and say “yo! He’s the shot, but God says ‘No
he’s not’” * God is known to police the block He’s the cop, that aint
afraid to squeeze the Glock * ‘but He really loves me a lot’ you don’t
know what His steez is or what His steez is not * You face the place
where eternity is hot, I’m not afraid to say hell some need the shock *
His wrath is laser sharp, I see the dot, trust Him before your breathin
stops * *
The Tonic: Now let’s stick to the text, though we wish men were X, * sin’s hex mutates into death effect * Weed sex guns Lex and we love the Vex * Evil’s got us wide open like Nasanex? * And for some, this life’s like a major bet, they put all their chips up on a major set * But when they loose to the one with the major flex, ain’t nothing left but a major debt * Yet it’s more then a loss of pay, every body wanna floss and play, guzzle Covisier * Somebody better check God’s dossier He ain’t accepting everything you want to toss His way * But you love the game, want the fame, not the blame, not the shame, not the pain, not the flame, * but it’s all in vain, cause even demons know his name, * big boy *
The Phanatik: You know His name but do you really know why He came before your games’ up * I think you better find out, take a pause for the cause while you playing call a time out. * Boy, you ought to check in with the coaching staff, * running plays and don’t know the half, * seeming like you making up your own meaning like you playin a game of bolder-dash * * Taking common grace, look at the time you waste, I know you want to see His shining face, but you’re separated by time and space, til Jesus Christ came and climbed in our place and * Took the cross, took a loss, * tasted death then shook it off, Rose in three said roll with me like rotary now look at ya’ll * Making noise with crazy joy like young bucks when they play with toys * Predestined since way back when man we go back like Lazy Boys but * All to Him and none to me, ‘was pinned by sin like 1,2,3, * He healed me, filled me, saved me gave me life abundantly * *
* * Repeat Chorus * *
I got this:
GOD LIVES UNDER THE BED
I envy Kevin. My brother Kevin thinks God lives under his bed. At least that's what I heard him say one night.
He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped to listen, "Are you there, God?" he said. "Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the bed..."
I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room. Kevin's unique perspectives are often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered long after the humor. I realized for the first time the very different world Kevin lives in.
He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labor. Apart from his size (he's 6-foot-2), there are few ways in which he is an adult.
He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them.
I remember wondering if Kevin realizes he is different.
Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous life?
Up before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to eat his favorite macaroni-and-cheese for dinner, and later to bed.
The only variation in the entire scheme is laundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn child.
He does not seem dissatisfied.
He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work.
He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day's laundry chores.
And Saturdays-oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That's the day my Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside.
"That one's goin' to Chi-car-go!" Kevin shouts as he claps his hands.
His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights.
And so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips.
He doesn't know what it means to be discontent.
His life is simple.
He will never know the entanglements of wealth of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be.
His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it.
He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax.
He is not obsessed with his work or the work of others. His heart is pure.
He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue.
Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere. And he trusts God.
Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child. Kevin seems to know God - to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an "educated" person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion.
In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity I envy the security Kevin has in his simple faith.
It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions.
It is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap . I am. My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances - they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to God's care.
Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of God.
And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I'll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed.
Kevin won't be surprised at all!
When you receive this, say a prayer. That's all you have to do. There is nothing attached. This is powerful.
Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. There is no cost, but a lot of rewards.
FRIENDS ARE ANGELS WHO LIFT US TO OUR FEET WHEN OUR WINGS HAVE TROUBLE REMEMBERING HOW TO FLY
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My notes: Isn't that beautiful? I just couldn't help but shed tears reading this. My son knows more about the Kingdom than I do...in the same way that this Kevin knows. My son dreams of angels and heaven. Jesus speaks directly to him and through him. I know because he tells me. He told me that God spoke to him. He has a little friend who also has God speaking to him at night. It always amazes me how much trust children have. You can do all kinds of things to them and they keep coming back for more. In that respect, I am much like my child. I keep getting hurt and keep coming back for more. We both search for the love and acceptance that comes with knowing another. In that, we are innocent. I try and learn from my son how to know God more...to know His love for us better. It's so simple if we can just open up to the understanding of His truth. People are only a reflection of some of the glory of God, but to know it all you have to know Him for yourself. God lives in my son's room right now...maybe not under his bed, but somewhere close enough that they can touch each other and talk at any moment of the day. That is the type of closeness we should all be having with God. Fellowship...true communion with the Father...that is what we should all strive to have.
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