Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts

4.24.2008

Not just waiting on the world to change

So I was in the middle of working on my Mobilization assignment for Global Perspectives, when I left to have dinner with my wonderful friend Cindy. It is always encouraging to talk with someone who is growing in understanding the heart of Christ in similar yet still different ways...
which led to a conversation with Alicia. With all the ways that we are learning about what is going on in the world, there is still so much we don't know. But what we do know, we feel responsible for. We feel called to take action, not by our own ambition, but by the grace that is given to us ever so abundantly in Jesus Christ.

An example of something that is already being done? Arty recently got back from Kenya, working with the Hamms in Mathare Valley. They have been doing micro finance projects with families in the area, and posted the videos on youtube. 

I am excited and in wonder at what the Lord of the Universe will use our hearts to do. May we not rest in awareness, but move to action. May we not act out of our own ability, but by the power that is within us of the One who has defeated darkness. May we forget what we understand to be our own limitations, and embrace the limitless nature of the One who put these desires within our hearts. May we forget ourselves, and remember the Cross. May we stop asking Jesus to come into the dreams we have for our live, and humbly ask how we can fit into the plans He has for his kingdom. May we not judge the need because of the scars of sin, but accept the broken remembering the way we once were. May our love extend beyond emotion, move to compassion, find no limitation, and overflow out of an abundance of the One we reflect. May we stop and realize that there is nothing we can do to change the world, because the only thing that could rescue the world has already been done. May we not be paralyzed by fear, but spurred on in hope. May we never settle for lives of comfort, or fall into the trap that wealth equals success. As we pray and learn and live together, may we remain humbled and find rest in the presence of the Jesus Christ... 

My dear friend Becca reminded me of a song tonight... and I would like to share the words. Mind you, it is sung by the powerful voices of Shane and Shane.


Before the throne of God above
I have a strong and perfect plea:
A great high priest, whos name is Love,
who ever lives and pleads for me.

My name is graven on his hands,
My name is written on his heart;
I know that while in heaven he stands
No tongue can bid me thence depart
No tongue can bid me thence depart

When Satan tempts me to despair,
And tells me of the guilt within,
Upward I look, and see him there
who made an end to all my sin.

Because a sinless Savior died,
My sinful soul is counted free
For God, the Just, is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me
To look on Him and pardon me

Halleluah! Hallelujah! Praise the One, Risen Son of God!

Behold him there, the Risen Lamb
My perfect, spotless righteousness,
The great unchangeable I AM,
The King of Glory and of grace!

One in himself, I cannot die
My soul is purchased by his blood
My life is hid with Christ on High
With Christ my Savior, and my God
With Christ my Savior, and my God


2.21.2008

The shadow of earth and sounds of tyrone

Last night was occupied with perspectives homework... so today I reflect on yesterday... and today...
I am going to have to shorten my blogging style if I am ever to succeed at this.

The Story
  • To begin, I am not sure it was coincedence that at the exact time the lunar eclipse was to be seen, clouds blocked our CBU view, making the only possible view available from 15 miles south in Corona.
  • Naturally, being the naturalist that I am, Aubrey and I hopped in my gasoline chugging saturn and headed to the 15. After arriving at the Magnolia exit we realized... we were 5 minutes away from her Oma's apartment. Our choice was difficult. Waste gas staying warm watching the moon on an offramp, or drink tea with her Oma from a balcony with a better view.
  • It was an adventure for the night - in that it was very not expected.
  • It is a great feeling - realizing that a simple action really resonated in the heart and lifted the spirits of one you spent time with.

The Lesson

  • A lunar eclipse is knowledge that should be retained from high school. In the case of a sudden loss of memory, make sure a cell phone is nearby, with an expert in astronomy on the other line. In this case, Tyler Green.
  • Definition: When the earth's shadow (which it always has, but can not always be seen) covers part of the moon. When it turns colors it is because it is reacting to different states of the earth's atmosphere which it has neared.
  • For Future Reference: It happens pretty much every year.
  • It is another reminder of how very small we are. And how no matter what is going on in this place we call our world... There is still peace... and control... in the Lord who created it all.

The Aftermath

  • Tyrone Wells: Amazing. A great introspective musical denoument of the night :)

In the near future I will be blogging on the modern mission movement... when I understand it, along with the emerging church. Today my mind has been too preoccupied to really process everything ... but that is why I have a blog! Strangely this seems like it could be a strange form of word vomit, but at least the readers are choosing to continue.

Rather than attempt to find answers, here are questions I am posing for today:

If we are in between the modern and postmodern period, how are we to foster an enviroment for church that meets the needs of both generations?

Can a church exist that meets the needs of both? When is a church plant, or "organic split" neccesary?

What does community look like in a large church setting?

How many current Southern California Churches are open to the movement of the Holy Spirit?

Why can the sole sound of rushing water be soothing... and the sound of silence, deafening?

How can California have three of the largest ports for sex trafficking in the United States... ?

How is it that in a class at Christian University I can still see large effects of the "American Dream" on what we are taught to pursue...? This is not a critique of the University, but a question of how much we have let culture affect us, and how we have affected the culture.

On a more personal note...

How on earth can I use my life to be a part of the Story of the Glory of the Father... love those who have gone ignored and unloved... fight for justice... learn to write, to do graphic design, videography... strive to be in constant conversation with the Lord... and accept grace while passionately pursuing change...

And the last question for tonight... (and least profound, but most paranoid)

What exactly are symptoms of bronchitis?