Friday, February 26, 2010
Tomorrow!
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Dear Thursday,
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Back To High School!
Obedient Response
Eternal Word, faithful and true
I’ve resolved that I will follow you
Divert my eyes from worthless things
I will focus on the vision you bring
I will run the race that you lay out for me
My whole life one long obedient response
To You, my King
‘Cause I cherish all you’ve said
And I’m so grateful for the things
That you have done for me
I won’t give up when hard times come
I’m devoted so I will press on
My soul’s consumed, hungry for sight
You’re my counsel and your Word is my delight
I will stay the course that you have set for me
My whole life one long obedient response
To You, my King
‘Cause I cherish all you’ve said
And I’m so grateful for the things
That you have done for me
So here I am, I wait for you
You renew me with your perfect Truth
How sweet your words are to my taste
Satisfying me in the deepest place
I will keep your Word alive inside of me
My whole life one long obedient response
To You, my King
‘Cause I cherish all you’ve said
And I’m so grateful for the things
That you have done for me
Gaaah, love it. Such incredible lyrics to work with, so it was a pretty easy assignment. ANYWAY, this morning for worship Kal decided we would do this song & then just use the words from our assignments to really go deeper in what we prayed out & such. One of the words I defined was "eternal" (lasting forever; always existing; outside of time), & I was thinking about the first line of the song. "Eternal Word"...I was just totally in awe of God's Word & how it really IS outside of all time, & what it has endured already. And then, the third verse says "I will keep your Word alive inside of me." We actually have a part in keeping the Word of God alive? That's AMAZING! So I prayed out & said...well, basically that. And then it was just awesome because God just SPOKE. We ended up worshipping for like 2 hours & He just really highlighted different aspects of His Word & it's eternal endurance. It was just incredible how the prophetic words that came just built one on top of another & Kal tied it all together at the end by saying that we have to put the Word in us by memorizing it & such, but that unless we DO something to outwork it, our knowledge doesn't matter. It reminded me of Jeremiah 20:9, where Jeremiah is crying out to God & saying that His Word is like a fire in his bones, that he tries to hold it in but he CANNOT. That's what I want! I want the Word to be pouring out of me all the time, in all my conversations. Man. Such good worship today.
Gary wasn't in to teach us Bible Review today, so we had a free period for an hour & a half. I had a really nice chat with Lydia about some of the stuff we discussed in Pursuit of God yesterday, it was great.
After lunch we went to Central High School & got to spend time with some of the students in the Campus Life program. It was so weird being in a high school again...it's been 5 years since I've even set foot in a high school. Haha. Wait, I lied; we went to a school in Cadillac. But that was a small Christian school, this is the first time I've been in a proper public school in a long time. Anyway, we had some worship time with the students & got to pray over them & just have some time getting to know them. It's so awesome to see high school students so on fire for God & so ready to make a difference. I just love it. It's so encouraging to see, & makes me wish that I had stepped out even more than I did in high school. People knew I was a Christian, sure, but I never made any effort to really be a witness to my unsaved friends. To talk with these guys & really see their hearts for God was just phenomenal.
Tonight I'm having dinner with Luke & Heather (homegroup leaders) with John before homegroup, so that should be fun. I want to have a new outlook on homegroup. First semester I didn't really like going that much, but after I saw how God moved in the homegroup in Cadillac, I realized that it COULD be like that EVERY time, if I would change my attitude. So instead of just going because I have to, I've spent some time together with John just praying for people in the group & just really seeking God on it. I'm excited to see how we all grow together, & it will be good to talk to Luke & Heather about their vision for it tonight.
In the meantime, I'm going to try & catch a nap. Haha.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Nothing Exciting...
Monday, February 22, 2010
First Practice.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Excited!
Friday, February 19, 2010
Quick Update...
Friday, February 12, 2010
TGIF.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
I Wrote A Song.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Looong Day...
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
No School!
Monday, February 8, 2010
Good Day!
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Joint Meeting.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
The Room.
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index-card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I Have Liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.
And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match.
A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I Have Betrayed."
The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I Have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed At." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've Yelled at My Brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger," "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped.
I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I Have Listened To," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.
An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.
But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus.
I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one?
Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.
"No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood.
He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."
I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.