United Pursuit tells us God is whispering to our hearts
To let go
to be alive
He is always whispering
Are we listening to Him,
or just we just making noise to drown Him out
are we letting Him in
or are we pushing Him out
with vain-glorious activity
Elijah tells us God is not in the fire or the earthquake
or the tornado
but in the whisper
One day the heavens and the Earth shall praise Him
The Universe itself will shout His praise
but for now He whispers
Do you hear Him now?
I do not understand the love affair amongst some Christians of making the cross offensive. “This will (probably) offend you,” they say. “This may upset the PC people,” they add.
What kind of witness is this? Yes, Paul calls the cross “foolishness” (1 Corinthians 1:18) to some, and many times it is. There are many who don’t get it, don’t like it, or more likely have had bad experiences with it.
But our goal should never to be to offend, but simply to present the Gospel as it is. The naked Gospel is powerful enough without attaching a bulldozer to is.
Let us witness and truth and in love. May it be Christ and the Holy Spirit that speaks through us, rather than our own selfish ambition.
“Sorry to unload on you like that,” he said
“I’m glad you did,” I said,
“So many times we go through life,
carrying burdens, situations
not knowing who we can share it with
but not quite able to bear the burdens ourselves.
We lose sleep, become stressed
because we feel all alone.
Yes, we talk to God and that is a great place to start,
but we still fear the judgement of others.
It’s not until we tell another human being
and they meet us with open hearts and minds
that we can begin to lay our burden down-
or, rather, finally have someone
to carry that burden along
til the carrying is done.”
You walk in while I’m in the midst of yoga
“Sorry to interrupt”
but you have nothing to be sorry for
that’s what love is:
an interruption of the self
and expansion of the mind,
my world shaken like a mixed drink
Interrupt me again and always
my ways, my days
because I love you dearly
Sometimes I’m not sure who or what we’re referring to
when we talk about God.
Is He a machine in charge of upholding institutions
or amorphous love cloud?
I like to think of God in terms of the Simple Gospel:
“I wanna know you more,
like I know a friend.”
Does that encapsulate all God is?
By no means, but it’s a good place to start.
Here I am
in the water
washing off all my fears
Here you are,
doing the same.
Let us hold hands and talk awhile
while wading further in,
until we are completely engulfed.
“I wanna write a romance novel,” she says,
“where things are messy, things are perfect,
where romance isn’t smooth,
and the lovers don’t quite know what they’re doing.
Otherwise, you go into love thinking everyone’s got it all together,
and that’s not the case at all.
We’re imperfect beings, our fiction should be an education in that
So that reality goes a little smoother.”