New Blog
I have started a new blog. This one will no longer be updated. My new blog is in it's primary stages, so stay tuned for a more refined blog. :) You can check it out here.
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2.06.2009
2.06.2009
Delight in the Saints
I just read Psalm 16 today. I love verse 3- "As for the saints who are in the land, they are the glorious ones in whom is all my delight."
David delighted in the Saints. I do too.
Here are just a few saints that have impacted me and have brought great joy to me:
Jessica- God brings such joy into my life through you every day. Every day. You are a precious saint and I love who you are. I have seen you take the challenges of life head-on and come out even more beautiful than before. You bring such joy to me!
James Edwards- God has changed my life through you James. James is a fairly new Christian. God has opened James' eyes to see the beauty of God's Word and his excitement for what God has said to us has inspired me. James has shed his old identity, that had him crippled with insecurity, and he began celebrating his new identity by beginning to lead at 412.
Walter & Danna Hightower- I have watched Walter and Danna serve tirelessly within the body and have watched them shepherd their home team with great care. You guys are a constant source of encouragement to me.
Mom & Dad- Your prayers for Jessica and Hudson and me, your servant's heart, and your generosity are still changing me.
Jonathan Thornbrough- You have been bought with a price. You are now a valiant warrior of the faith. We will fight together, friend.
Marianne Webb- There is nothing more beautiful than a woman who is confident in who she is because of her trust in our Savior. Your love for the Word and for a dying world leads out within our church! Press on, friend!
Oh there are more- I see the saints every day. I see them on Sunday mornings. My delight!
Ryan, John, Jonathan, Stan, Steve A, Scott & Kelli, Kenny V, Joe, Jose, Steve W, Gladys, Pam, and many more. Thank you for the joy that you bring to me.
David delighted in the Saints. I do too.
Here are just a few saints that have impacted me and have brought great joy to me:
Jessica- God brings such joy into my life through you every day. Every day. You are a precious saint and I love who you are. I have seen you take the challenges of life head-on and come out even more beautiful than before. You bring such joy to me!
James Edwards- God has changed my life through you James. James is a fairly new Christian. God has opened James' eyes to see the beauty of God's Word and his excitement for what God has said to us has inspired me. James has shed his old identity, that had him crippled with insecurity, and he began celebrating his new identity by beginning to lead at 412.
Walter & Danna Hightower- I have watched Walter and Danna serve tirelessly within the body and have watched them shepherd their home team with great care. You guys are a constant source of encouragement to me.
Mom & Dad- Your prayers for Jessica and Hudson and me, your servant's heart, and your generosity are still changing me.
Jonathan Thornbrough- You have been bought with a price. You are now a valiant warrior of the faith. We will fight together, friend.
Marianne Webb- There is nothing more beautiful than a woman who is confident in who she is because of her trust in our Savior. Your love for the Word and for a dying world leads out within our church! Press on, friend!
Oh there are more- I see the saints every day. I see them on Sunday mornings. My delight!
Ryan, John, Jonathan, Stan, Steve A, Scott & Kelli, Kenny V, Joe, Jose, Steve W, Gladys, Pam, and many more. Thank you for the joy that you bring to me.
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1.06.2009
1.06.2009
A Christmas outrage
I read this blog on Desiring God's Website. It reminded me of how outrageous the whole experience must have been for Joseph. I think you will enjoy this.
(by Jon Bloom)
Joseph's Painful Decision
Mary wasn’t herself. Joseph had sensed some urgency in her request that he meet her at “their” tree. She was staring at the ground. She seemed burdened.
“Mary, is something wrong?”
She looked up at him intensely. “Joseph… I’m pregnant.”
A blast of shock and disbelief hit him, blowing away all his coherent thoughts for a moment. His legs quavered. He grabbed at the tree to steady himself. It felt solid, rooted.
He stared at her. He was numb. No words came. Everything seemed surreal.
Mary was still looking at him with her intense eyes. He saw no shame in them. No defensiveness, no defiance. Not even tears. They looked…innocent. And they were searching his eyes for an answer.
Mary broke the charged silence. “What I need to tell you next I don’t even know how to say.”
Joseph leaned harder into the tree, bracing himself. He looked down to Mary’s feet. Her feet. They looked just the same as they did when he believed she was pure.
That was what made everything so strange. Mary looked as chaste as she ever did. If she had been the flirtatious type or had some discernable character weakness, this news might have been comprehendible. But Mary was literally the very last person Joseph would have suspected of unfaithfulness. He could not imagine her with another lover. He didn’t want to know who it was.
“What I’m going to say is will be very difficult to believe. But will you hear me out?” Still looking at Mary’s feet, Joseph’s nod was barely detectable.
“I have not been unfaithful to you.”
Joseph lifted his eyes to hers. Rape? That might explain her innocence. But why wouldn’t she tell me—
“God has caused me to become pregnant.”
This statement flew around his mind, looking for a place to land. It found none.
“Joseph, I know how it sounds. But I’m telling you the truth.” Then Mary described an angelic visit and the message she had received. She was to bear a son, conceived by the Holy Spirit, who would be called the Son of the Most High who would sit on David’s throne forever. God was the baby’s father. Mary was pregnant with the Messiah.
Mary sounded as sane as ever. Nothing about her was different—except that she was claiming to be pregnant with God’s child. He felt like his brain was exploding. Was she adding blasphemy to adultery? He could not conceive of her being capable of either.
“I…I don’t even know what to say to you, Mary. I can’t even think straight. I need to be alone.”
Joseph spent the late afternoon walking up on the brow of the hill that overlooked Nazareth. Things were clear up there. From this 500-foot perspective he could see the Sea of Galilee to the east, and to the west he could just see the blue Mediterranean on the horizon. But he could not see how Mary’s story could be true. He could not recall anything like it in the Torah. “God, show me what to do,” he pleaded.
The sun was setting as Joseph walked back toward the nearly finished house that was to be their home—the house he had dreamed just that morning would someday know the happy voices of his and Mary’s children. That dream was now dead. His decision was made. Mary’s claims were too incredible, maybe even delusional. He needed to end the betrothal, but he resolved to do it as quietly as possible, shielding Mary from avoidable shame. He still loved her.
That night he fell asleep, exhausted from grief. And then the angel came to him and his world was flipped right side-up.
There is an encouraging lesson to draw from this story. Joseph was a just man (Matt. 1:19) and assessed the situation in the integrity of his heart, and, I assume, with a deep trust in God. He made the best decision regarding Mary that he could. It turned out to be the wrong one. But God, full of mercy, intervened. He gently corrected Joseph and gave him the guidance he needed.
He will do the same for us as we trust him.
(by Jon Bloom)
Joseph's Painful Decision
Mary wasn’t herself. Joseph had sensed some urgency in her request that he meet her at “their” tree. She was staring at the ground. She seemed burdened.
“Mary, is something wrong?”
She looked up at him intensely. “Joseph… I’m pregnant.”
A blast of shock and disbelief hit him, blowing away all his coherent thoughts for a moment. His legs quavered. He grabbed at the tree to steady himself. It felt solid, rooted.
He stared at her. He was numb. No words came. Everything seemed surreal.
Mary was still looking at him with her intense eyes. He saw no shame in them. No defensiveness, no defiance. Not even tears. They looked…innocent. And they were searching his eyes for an answer.
Mary broke the charged silence. “What I need to tell you next I don’t even know how to say.”
Joseph leaned harder into the tree, bracing himself. He looked down to Mary’s feet. Her feet. They looked just the same as they did when he believed she was pure.
That was what made everything so strange. Mary looked as chaste as she ever did. If she had been the flirtatious type or had some discernable character weakness, this news might have been comprehendible. But Mary was literally the very last person Joseph would have suspected of unfaithfulness. He could not imagine her with another lover. He didn’t want to know who it was.
“What I’m going to say is will be very difficult to believe. But will you hear me out?” Still looking at Mary’s feet, Joseph’s nod was barely detectable.
“I have not been unfaithful to you.”
Joseph lifted his eyes to hers. Rape? That might explain her innocence. But why wouldn’t she tell me—
“God has caused me to become pregnant.”
This statement flew around his mind, looking for a place to land. It found none.
“Joseph, I know how it sounds. But I’m telling you the truth.” Then Mary described an angelic visit and the message she had received. She was to bear a son, conceived by the Holy Spirit, who would be called the Son of the Most High who would sit on David’s throne forever. God was the baby’s father. Mary was pregnant with the Messiah.
Mary sounded as sane as ever. Nothing about her was different—except that she was claiming to be pregnant with God’s child. He felt like his brain was exploding. Was she adding blasphemy to adultery? He could not conceive of her being capable of either.
“I…I don’t even know what to say to you, Mary. I can’t even think straight. I need to be alone.”
Joseph spent the late afternoon walking up on the brow of the hill that overlooked Nazareth. Things were clear up there. From this 500-foot perspective he could see the Sea of Galilee to the east, and to the west he could just see the blue Mediterranean on the horizon. But he could not see how Mary’s story could be true. He could not recall anything like it in the Torah. “God, show me what to do,” he pleaded.
The sun was setting as Joseph walked back toward the nearly finished house that was to be their home—the house he had dreamed just that morning would someday know the happy voices of his and Mary’s children. That dream was now dead. His decision was made. Mary’s claims were too incredible, maybe even delusional. He needed to end the betrothal, but he resolved to do it as quietly as possible, shielding Mary from avoidable shame. He still loved her.
That night he fell asleep, exhausted from grief. And then the angel came to him and his world was flipped right side-up.
There is an encouraging lesson to draw from this story. Joseph was a just man (Matt. 1:19) and assessed the situation in the integrity of his heart, and, I assume, with a deep trust in God. He made the best decision regarding Mary that he could. It turned out to be the wrong one. But God, full of mercy, intervened. He gently corrected Joseph and gave him the guidance he needed.
He will do the same for us as we trust him.
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12.15.2008
12.15.2008
A Glimpse of a Pain-Free Life
I was encouraged by this blog from John Piper. Hope you are too...
(Author: John Piper)
Here is a three-second experience that might encourage you.
I was sitting at my desk slowly reading and praying over Job 29 and 30. The thought came over me that at this moment I am pain-free. In fact, I feel very good. I feel warm and content. Almost cozy. As if in a blanket by a fire on a cold evening with a good book and a friend.
The next thought that came over me—came over is what I mean—was that this pain-free euphoria will not last. My back pain will increase. My joints will stiffen. My eyes will grow dim. My hearing will become more muffled. My memory will weaken. My mind will slow down. My balance will make me stumble. And warm moments like this will decrease to the point where there is only discomfort interrupted with pain.
For a split second there was a deep and threatening sense of loss. A kind of nostalgic sorrow. Not fear, but sadness. The thought of never having these moments again was like a deep ache. But this sense of loss was more of an echo than a sound in its own right. As soon as it came it was fading away.
In its place, came over me—and this too was fleeting, as much as I wanted it to stay—a conquering and freeing sense of what would be true after death. Its primary effect (as odd as this sounds) was to make me feel free from shame at possible ridicule from unbelievers in moments of personal evangelism. This was all within seconds. It was like a fleeting spiritual taste of heaven and the resurrection.
I saw and felt, as through a clicking camera shutter, everlasting pain-free life. Everlasting warmth. Everlasting guilt-free days. Everlasting friendship with the most interesting and caring Person in the universe. Everlasting expectancy, as on a child's Christmas morning. Everlasting amazement, as at the first sight of the Himalayas. Everlasting tension-free relationships where everyone knows that everyone will take what is said in the true way. Everlasting calamity-free enjoyment of everything good, without any danger of idolatry, because the Source of all good is loved above all.
All this happened in about three seconds.
The taste that is left (poorly recorded here) is strong enough to make me pray: O Lord, pour out your Holy Spirit on me and my family and my church, so that the reality of heaven and the resurrection and the new earth will be known and spiritually seen—if only through shutter speeds of illumination—that in this hope we will be the most anxiety-free, regret-free, grumbling-free, selfishness-free witnesses to the greatness of Christ the world has ever known.
(Author: John Piper)
Here is a three-second experience that might encourage you.
I was sitting at my desk slowly reading and praying over Job 29 and 30. The thought came over me that at this moment I am pain-free. In fact, I feel very good. I feel warm and content. Almost cozy. As if in a blanket by a fire on a cold evening with a good book and a friend.
The next thought that came over me—came over is what I mean—was that this pain-free euphoria will not last. My back pain will increase. My joints will stiffen. My eyes will grow dim. My hearing will become more muffled. My memory will weaken. My mind will slow down. My balance will make me stumble. And warm moments like this will decrease to the point where there is only discomfort interrupted with pain.
For a split second there was a deep and threatening sense of loss. A kind of nostalgic sorrow. Not fear, but sadness. The thought of never having these moments again was like a deep ache. But this sense of loss was more of an echo than a sound in its own right. As soon as it came it was fading away.
In its place, came over me—and this too was fleeting, as much as I wanted it to stay—a conquering and freeing sense of what would be true after death. Its primary effect (as odd as this sounds) was to make me feel free from shame at possible ridicule from unbelievers in moments of personal evangelism. This was all within seconds. It was like a fleeting spiritual taste of heaven and the resurrection.
I saw and felt, as through a clicking camera shutter, everlasting pain-free life. Everlasting warmth. Everlasting guilt-free days. Everlasting friendship with the most interesting and caring Person in the universe. Everlasting expectancy, as on a child's Christmas morning. Everlasting amazement, as at the first sight of the Himalayas. Everlasting tension-free relationships where everyone knows that everyone will take what is said in the true way. Everlasting calamity-free enjoyment of everything good, without any danger of idolatry, because the Source of all good is loved above all.
All this happened in about three seconds.
The taste that is left (poorly recorded here) is strong enough to make me pray: O Lord, pour out your Holy Spirit on me and my family and my church, so that the reality of heaven and the resurrection and the new earth will be known and spiritually seen—if only through shutter speeds of illumination—that in this hope we will be the most anxiety-free, regret-free, grumbling-free, selfishness-free witnesses to the greatness of Christ the world has ever known.
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12.09.2008
12.09.2008
Don't read this. It will waste your time.
There are 22 billionaires in the DFW area. 3rd only to New York and Moscow, Russia. I don't know what I am more surprised about- Dallas having 22 billionaires or Moscow having more than that.
I had no idea.
Dang.
I had no idea.
Dang.
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11.21.2008
11.21.2008
Congo
Though pressed for time, I sat down to read an article in the NY Times about injustice in the Congo, and how Americans may be funding the injustice everyday without even realizing it.
Here are a few clips from it:
- This is Africa’s resource curse: The wealth is unearthed by the poor, controlled by the strong, then sold to a world largely oblivious of its origins.
-“Without knowing it, tens of millions of people in the United States may be putting money in the pockets of some of the worst human rights violators in the world, simply by using a cellphone or laptop computer,” Senator Durbin, a Democrat, said at the time.
You can check out the entire article here:
Congo’s Riches, Looted by Renegade Troops
Be sure to check out the audio/visual slideshow as well.
I long to be a person that makes a difference in the world. Sometimes I feel pretty helpless, but that doesn't mean I am without excuse for my inaction. In my head and in my heart I hate injustice. But why do I accept it?
Here are a few clips from it:
- This is Africa’s resource curse: The wealth is unearthed by the poor, controlled by the strong, then sold to a world largely oblivious of its origins.
-“Without knowing it, tens of millions of people in the United States may be putting money in the pockets of some of the worst human rights violators in the world, simply by using a cellphone or laptop computer,” Senator Durbin, a Democrat, said at the time.
You can check out the entire article here:
Congo’s Riches, Looted by Renegade Troops
Be sure to check out the audio/visual slideshow as well.
I long to be a person that makes a difference in the world. Sometimes I feel pretty helpless, but that doesn't mean I am without excuse for my inaction. In my head and in my heart I hate injustice. But why do I accept it?
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11.18.2008
11.18.2008
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