Friday, February 27, 2015

Becoming A Disciple of Jesus

"What if our churches really did teach people to do the things Jesus said?" asks Dallas Willard.
Above is yet another inspiring video that challenges me to be a true disciple.

And then followed an experience impossible to describe. It was as if I had been blundering about since my birth with two huge and unmanageable machines, or different shapes and without apparent connection--the world and the Christian tradition. I had found this hole in the world: the fact that one must somehow find a way of loving the world without being worldly. I found this projecting feature of Christian theology, like a sort of hard spike, the dogmatic insistence that God was personal, and had made a world separate from Himself. The spike of dogma fitted exactly into the hole in the world--it had evidently been meant to go there--and then the strange thing began to happen. When once these two parts of the two machines had come together, one after another, all the other parts fitted and fell in with an eerie exactitude. I could hear bolt after bolt over all the machinery falling into its place with a kind of click of relief. Having got one part right, all the other parts were repeating that rectitude, as clock after clock strikes noon.
G.K. Chesteron

Wishing you the joy of following Jesus!

Tuesday, February 24, 2015


When I look to the mountains I can see you there

In the wild churning ocean I can feel you there 

In the warm summer breeze Your voice is in the air 

Oh my Lord
You reflect Your perfection In the smallest leaf 

In your vastness You render time A captured thief 

I stand... before You In amazed belief 

Oh my Lord

Oh my Lord my Creator You have captured my heart 

With a love I can never repay

And I fall to my knees to try to Tell You what words could never say 

Though You hold all creation In Your holy hands

Though the world is as weightless As a grain of sand

Still You told me my name And gave me strength to stand 

Oh my Lord 

~words by Randy Stonehill

Sunday, February 22, 2015

A Mother's Deepest Joy

Photo by Mike Williams

Sunday morning service
She sings with the congregation...

About glorifying His name in all the earth...

She asks herself, "Am I willing to do that--wherever--I go in the next year or two?"

She knows it will likely be far from home. 
Far from her comfort zone. 
From from supportive friends and family. 

"I sang it, and I meant it, Momma."

Tears flow down my face. 
Happy, thankful tears.

Friday, February 20, 2015

Homesick at Home

The Christian optimism is based on the fact that we do not fit into the world. I had tried to be happy by telling myself that man is an animal, like any other which sought its meat from God. But now I really was happy, for I had learned that man is a monstrosity. I had been right in the feeling all things as odd, for I myself was at once worse and better than all things. The optimist's pleasure was prosaic, for it dwelt on the naturalness of everything; the Christian pleasure was poetic, for it dwelt on the unnaturalness of everything in the light of the supernatural. The modern philosopher had told me again and again that I was in the right place, and I had still felt depressed even in acquiescence. But I had heard that I was in that the wrong place, and my soul sang for joy, like a bird in the spring. The knowledge found out and illuminated forgotten chambers in the dark house of infancy. I knew now why grass had always seemed to me as queer as the green beard of a giant, and why I could feel homesick at home.

~G. K. Chesterton

Christianity! Oh, the meaning the message of Jesus gives to my life! Oh, the deep joy and hope which brings a basis for optimism! Things aren't as they were intended to be, but someday all will be made right! We will never again miss those we so dearly cherish. We will not have to be apart.