Monday, February 8, 2010

glorify.

Is what you're doing honoring Jesus?

My friends and i were talking the other day, and one of them said, "How are you Honoring Jesus by that?" He lives on this question, constantly asking it to himself.

It hasn't left my mind since he said it.
So what am i doing to glorify God?

1 Corinthians 6:20
"For you were bought at a price;
therefore glorify God in your body,
and in your spirit. which are God's."

Glory to God, Glory to God, Glory to God, Forever.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Dear Friend,

I've become pretty concerned about you and I've heard that it really doesn't matter if i'm concerned or not. But i'd like to let you know, although i'm sure you already do know... You are loved by a God bigger than any other created thing, you love a God who truly wants you, every bit of you. I heard recently from a friend something i thought was pretty cool, he said, "God is a devoted husband married to a backstabbing prostitute, no matter what she does, He will love her, and it hurts Him, so so much, but that's the kind of Love God has. We are the prostitutes he is much more than a devoted husband." I thought it was very cool way to look at it, i also am very convicted by it. i'm reminded to be faithful, because i did nothing to deserve God's love in the first place, 3 John 1:4 "I have no greater joy than to hear my children walk in truth." I would love to bring God the joy. It's an honor to live my life as best as i can, for I am nothing without Christ.
So even if you don't agree, or care what i think, people do really care, people are really hurting, and they really do love you, you can change all that by the way you treat them and spend time with them. I know they are hurting and you are too.

But...God likes you, Loves you.

And I just wanted you to know that.
Love you.

1 john 2:3-6 3We know that we have come to know him if we obey his commands. 4The man who says, "I know him," but does not do what he commands is a liar, and the truth is not in him. 5But if anyone obeys his word, God's loveb]" style="line-height: 0.5em; ">[b] is truly made complete in him. This is how we know we are in him: 6Whoever claims to live in him must walk as Jesus did.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

"Jesus was a lover, Not a fighter."

"Jesus was a lover, not a fighter, i'm not going to fight you."
A while ago i heard a friend say this and at the time it just clicked to me, if jesus would have fought back, and history would have been different. it would have shown that oppression is okay. Jesus would have been setting the example for using your power against people, that fighting and war was good. Now i see that history was always meant to happen like that, and its' best that it did. So For some reason this phrase just meant so much to me. i thought i'd share it.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

i'm the ground and i'm soaking up the puddles

you know how when you go to a convention or a meeting and you leave with a different mindset? and then 2 days later you wake up and its like it never happened, and you're the same as you've always been.

well thats what usually happens to me, thats what happens with inspiration, but when its forgotten..you're back to square one. Except for now.

There was no convention i went to lately. I've been doing everything almost the same as always. But i've been reading, thought provoking books, and fyi books take time to read, multiple days,you have to digest books, think about them, they stay on your mind till after you've turned off the light. I read, Jesus Wants to Save Christians, by Rob Bell. And i read Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller, Now I'm reading Velvet Elvis by Rob Bell and First Things First. And these books they fill my mind with questions, i feel like there is a slow change going on.

My mind is slowly altering its thoughts, i can't focus so much on daydreams and petty plans anymore. I can't. Instead i'm thinking, what if. What if i spoke up today. What if i Did something extreme and out of character, what if i took a challange no one expects. What if i did something totally cool and started something brand new, that has a huge impact on so many. And then How? How will i make a miracle? How do i teach someone without selling them Jesus like he's a commodity. How do I live my life like no ones watching. And still know that they are out of the corners of their eyes.

I hate earthquake changes. Dramatic changes. But a slow change like the groud soaking up puddles. Right now i'm the ground. and i'm taking in the information of a puddle. I'm learning all this and its nourishing me. Its changing my dead grass to green, its giving a whole new season of life to me. Its amazing. I love this feeling. I'm the ground and there is a flood of puddles to take in in this life. And i can't wait for the days to make these slow changes.

I'm the ground and i'm soaking up the puddles.

Friday, March 27, 2009

His Best Piece

I was standing in the back of the auditorium, listening to the Grano brothers perform a piece they wrote, for Tigers Roar. I had 2 days to write a new speech, and they were my inspiration, i had to add in imagination, but i hope you like it, my new speech.

some musiians pull you in so deep
you feel intoxicated in familiarity
you wish you could share their talents and join them on stage
you watch them as i watch him in his best piece

he presses his fingers to the strings
he starts a tempo in his hands
he counts off in his head
then his magic spreads

sound fills the air
he plucks, the steel viberates
his hands strums the string
sweet music begins for me

my mind is soaring ignoring everything else
as i watch him play more and more
the melodies runing and falling
the harmonies dancing above in the air i'm breathing

his music is special
its flowing inside him like the blood in his viens
its branded in his memory
so beautiful, the music he's making

i listen to the rhythm of my pulse
follows the beat of his feet, it does
carrying his strumming hands
making it all flow smoothly

the notes that fill the air
paint pictures in my mind
dancing on a stage, sining in the rain
the guitar is leading, leading the way

the sweet polyphonic rhythms picks up tempo
a more complicated tab ours out of his soul
his fingers are flying between frets
up tuning, down tuning, still he keeps steady

the symphonic sounds of the six strings
more complex to me than it seems
i'm in awe of the music
the magic his fingertips bring

the beauty that coats the crisp air
putting glory into what was previously empty
if only i could keep this in me like the air i'm breathing
then i could fly like i had wings

i'd fly through a staff of music notes
like i'd press the piano keys
my voice would soar in perfect pitch
beauty would live in my fingertips

but i can't capture his magic
its wrapped in his heart
stronger than his mindset
which makes his music perfect

with increddible accuracy, he never misses anything
playing with intensity, unknown to many
i don't even know if he can tell i'm watching
following every graceful movement he's making

he never hesitates, keeps away from syncopation
dynamics are changing...
he lifts his head away from the guitar he's holding
eyes closed, relaxed as can be

his emotions are hidden well
but i know him, he glances out
a smile edging on his lips
pure bliss reflecting in the blue of his eyes

he looks away to his fleeting fingers
now simple strokes and easy beats
replace the overwhelmingly graceful complexity
my awe is in the honey sweet simplicity

the tempo seems to slow
it leaves my heart beating quickly
i wish i could avoid the ending
i'm so afraid to interupt but i want to ask him to keep playing

i know he'd play till his fingers start bleeding
till his muscles are raw and rigid
he'd play till every drop of passion was poured out of him
thill his guitar strings were broken and frayed

he's composing this piece
as if he were writing the story of a life
with every crooked path and uphill battle
every bittersweet loving movement his music is the life he's living

i feel its the finale
the last pulling of the strings
the sound is so quiet my ears are softly straining

to take in every ping of the strings
imprint it on my memory
let it constantly flow through me
and never have an ending

i close my eyes to keep this going
i hear the last viberation of each guitar string
he's brought the sound back to perfect tunning
and in the quiet is one more melodious strumming

what fills the silence is his slow breathing
and the sounds that echo in my memory
i open my eyes
and i know his song was for me

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

learning more.

i've been learning a lot of really interesting things lately my mind is soaring in information. sadly most of it is not learned in school. but i would like to share the stuff thats stuck in my thoughts.

ryah, ahava, dode.
3 greek words, all meaning some kind of love. different kind of love.
ryah. friendly love, the way you care about your teamates, friends, distant family.
ahava. a liitle deeper, they way you love your parents, your boyfriend, a connected love.
dode. passionate love, die for your lover, marraige, deep bounding love.

its pretty incredible i think, the greek language has 3 words for love, the hebrew language has 8. and english has one. to us we can love sports, love music, love books, love friends, love fiances all with one word, its up to us how to interperit it. love.

another thing is the human exodus. Exodus like the book in the bible, but also the human struggle between right and wrong. i have never thought much of God leading the isralites out of egypt to the promise land, but i learned that this happens over and over again, in egypt the isrealites were oppressed by pharoah. then when they escape that, the remember what its like to be slaves and be hurting and needing, the people helped each other, everyone was equal. David became king, and they lived well. a queen came to visit and she was amazed at the wealth of the people because there was no oppression. Later davids son became king, and thought that town needed more, bigger and better, so he gets slaves, builds a big palace, temple. and he becomes the oppressor. This pattern continues throught the history of the earth, the oppressed saved by God, become the oppressor. The human Exodus will never end, there will always be oppressers because the oppressed over time forget, they are desperate for power and military ego. Convicting. Jesus Wants to Save Christians - Rob Bell, Don Golden.

To help people, the biggest thing you can say is, "Me too." i read this story about the Navy SEALS. The seals trained for a huge rescue. they were rescuing a group of people who were captured by a war drivin country. They arrive in this helocopter. Dressed in helmets, vests, weapons, equiptment. They said to the scared captured people, huddled in a corner. "WE are americans we are here to rescue you and take you home." The captured people, were afraid they they thought the americans were their violent captureres, they wouldn't move. The seals were not prepared for that. they didn't know what to do. One of the seals takes off his helmet, sets down his weapons, takes off his amo vest, and goes to sit among the scared. he puts his arms around them, and holds them. a capturer wouldn't do that. Soon he stands, and says "who will follow me". A man stands, slowly the whole group stands, and they are rescued.
see to help the weak, you need to become weak, to help the hungry you need to know what hunger is. This is what Jesus did when he was on earth, he was vulnerable, he was weak and broken, he was what the people were, and they followed him. i never really thought of it like that. I guess i thought that i needed to be more, better, have more to give, to help other people. but weak, hungry and broken people don't relate to wealthy, happy, and confident. I realized that you need to be vulnerable. you need to, let people see who you are, that you are weak, that you can be disappointed, they need to see that, they need to see your human and struggle, then they relate, then they believe. interesting? Blue Like Jazz - Donald Miller

So my mind is realing, i now its a lot of God talk, and a lot of people think that christianity is some cult, because of all the wrong that has happened in the world by people who claim to be christian. I want to say i'm sorry for that. What they did was wrong, the oppression they commited was not right in God;s name. Its not right. I'm sorry for all that. forgive me.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

love is waiting

oh lovely.

its in God's hands, you can't rush love, if its meant to be God will make it happen. I honestly believe that.

A friend told me, don't chase the boy, he'll come to you. So i'm ready to wait. No worries, there's someone special for me somewhere, and someday.....

i'm not to worried. i just wanted to say don't rush it.

i'll be waiting for you baby
i'll be holding back the darkest night
love is waiting till we're ready
till its right
Love is waiting.
Brooke Fraser - Love is Waiting