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Instead…

I’m still feeling the poetry…suffering from my “condition”. I still haven’t written anything, though…

I decided to read instead - and who better to read in times like these than the psalmist. So, here is one of David’s “poems”…songs….prayers - that I kept returning to:

Psalm 143 (New Life Version)

Psalm 143

A Prayer For Help

1 Hear my prayer, O Lord. Listen when I ask for help. Answer me because You are faithful and right.
2 Do not find Your servant guilty, for no man living is right and good in Your eyes.
3 For the one who hates me has made it hard for my soul. He has crushed my life to the ground. He has made me live in dark places, like those who have been dead for a long time.
4 So my spirit grows weak within me. My heart within me is afraid.

5
I remember the days long ago. I think about all You have done. I think about the work of Your hands.
6 I put out my hands to You. My soul is thirsty for You like a dry land.

7 Hurry to answer me, O Lord! My spirit is becoming weak! Do not hide Your face from me, or I will become like those who go down to the grave.
8 Let me hear Your loving-kindness in the morning, for I trust in You. Teach me the way I should go for I lift up my soul to You.
9 O Lord, take me away from those who hate me. I run to You to be safe.

10 Teach me to do Your will, for You are my God. Let Your good Spirit lead me on a straight path.
11 Give me new life, O Lord, because of Your name. Bring me out of trouble because You are right and good.
12 In Your loving-kindness cut off those who hate me. Destroy all those who make it hard for my soul, for I am Your servant.

When our thoughts…hurts…even sad little “poems” become prayers, God turns them into something meaningful and full of power.
He hears.
Peace.

I Should Write a Poem…or go play marbles.

Robert Frost says, “Being a poet is a condition, not a profession.” I understand this. Wanting to write…actually, needing to write can feel like a weight that presses upon me until I just give in and pour out my soul. So, tonight when I try to sleep - if I haven’t written some inane thing or another - the words will roll around in my head like marbles…

The thing is, when I’m in a poetry kind of mood, I rarely feel like writing down whatever is in my head. It’s like the worst possible time to write…to talk, even. I should take a vow of silence when I’m feeling poetic…or at least offer free anti-depressants to all of my readership before they are subjected to my musings.

So, I’m torn. Maybe I’ll just write a poem and never publish it…just keep it to myself. I have hoards of old poetry in boxes around the house already anyway…what’s one more?

…I’m still fighting it - this condition of mine - for the sanity of the masses, I will fight against the rolling marbles…

You’re welcome…Happy Wednesday.

Peace.

Facing The Giants

So, I’m still wordless…

We had staff meeting today…after Byron and I had our own “meeting” coming home from Starbucks - that’s my time of clarity for the day…post Starbucks!

We talked a lot about the criticism of “relevant” churches - that they/we are unevangelistic and watered-down. I can get on a soap-box about this quickly, especially when I’m all hopped up on a venti Starbucks.

I grew up in the home of an itinerant evangelist…the daughter of a preacher and the granddaughter of an evangelist who was Billy Graham’s right-hand man. Then, I became the wife of an evangelist turned pastor…

I know evangelism. It’s my heritage and in my blood. I have a great deal of respect for any person who makes it their life mission to bring others into a relationship with Christ. I have respect, but I also know the down-low on real life-change.

Recently, there’s been a lot of talk about what the biggest “threat” to Christianity is - Some say it’s liberalism, others Calvinism, others the post-modern era, others hedonism… The list of offenders goes on and on. They say if you don’t preach a certain way (three points and an illustration - or taking two years to walk through a Book of the Bible verse-by-verse), well, you must be a heretic…an ear tickler! They say if your congregation doesn’t “look” a certain way then they are not learning to be holy. They say to be “relevant” is to be more influenced by the world than by scripture or even by Christ.

I heard today that I…and my church…my philosophy of ministry…Byron’s vision and the vision of other churches like C3…that we are the biggest threat to Christianity. This was espoused by an icon of the Evangelical world…

I don’t even desire to argue about this any more. I don’t believe I have that luxury - I just have to be obedient, regardless of how I’m misunderstood.

Life-change is the only thing that matters. At C3 Church, true life-change and full Christ-followship is our mission - bottom line.

If the traditional, institutional, self-preservationist church wants to call C3, and churches like us, a threat…it hurts but, oh well…

Because I know the truth. If a traditional church-lover were to meet our members…especially the new converts, they would no doubt shake their head and point out a myriad of flaws - they don’t look like American “Christians” should look, perhaps. If they were to be judged by comparison to the suit-wearing, program leading, committee chairing, hymn memorizing - so we’ll give him the keys to the church building - type of christian, well, our membership might not measure up. But, if you were to ask their neighbors, their co-workers, their children, “Is there something different about them”, you would get a more accurate measure of what true life-change looks like.

And it’s happening a lot. Life-change, the kind that ushers in full Christ followship, is what C3 is all about. Not “easy believism”, just an easier way to hear the truth. The Christian life is hard, full of sacrifice, but the Gospel is simple…simple and profound.

There’s strength and clarity in just focusing on Christ and on others…

…all the rest is just a whole lot of muddy water.

Well, I guess I did have some words, after all.

Peace.

In Case You Were Wondering…

So, I think I’m blogging just to say I don’t think I’m gonna blog right now. I have no words. I don’t have an explanation for this. I just don’t have anything to say. I’m cool with it, too…I think….yeah, I’m cool with it. Just wanted to get that off my chest. Peace out.

P.S. I’m really excited about C3 Day at Moss Park…peace out, again.

P.S.S. Here are my pics from Moss Park…peace out, forever.