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Wednesday, November 07, 2007

  • So, i've re-picked up Henri Nouwen's book, The Return of the Prodigal Son.  It is an amazing book where Nouwen walks you through the parable of the Prodigal Son and all the different characters involved using the painting 'Return of the Prodigal Son' by Rembrandt.  i'm reading the part about the elder son now, and i thought he had some interesting stuff to say.

    "I have no difficulty identifying with the elder son in the parable who complained: 'All these years I have slaved for you and never once disobeyed any orders of yours, yet you never offered me so much as a kid for me to celebrate with my friends.'  In this complaint, obedience and duty have become a burdern and service has become slavery."

    "The more I reflect on the elder son in me, the more I realize how deeply rooted this form of lostness really is and how hard it is to return home from there.  Returning home from a lustful escapade seems so much easier than returning home from a cold anger that has rooted itself in the deepest corners of my being.  My resentment is not something that can be easily  distinguished and dealt with rationally.  It is far more pernicious: something that has attached itself to the underside of my virtue.  Isn't it good to be obedient, dutiful, law-abiding, hardworking, and self-sacrificing?  And still it seems that my resentments and complaints are mysteriously tied to such praise worthy attitudes...Here, I am faced with my own true poverty.  I am totally unable to root our my resentments.  They are so deeply anchored in the soil of my inner self that pulling them out seems like self-destruction....How can I return when I am lost in resentment, when I am caught in jealousy, when I am imprisoned in obedience and duty lived out as slavery?  It is clear that alone, by myself, I cannot find myself....There is no doubt in my mind about this because I have tried so hard in the past to heal myself from my complaints and failed...and failed...and failed, until I came to the edge of complete emotional collapse and even physical exhaustion.  I can only be healed from above, from where God reaches down."

    i'll let you know how the rest of it goes.

    Currently Reading
    Return of the Prodigal Son: A Story of Homecoming
    By Henri J. M. Nouwen
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Thursday, November 01, 2007

  • ...the true worshiper will worship the Father in spirit and truth... -John 4:23

    God must have put inside of us this need to participate in worship corporately.  Whenever i'm listening to my ipod and a David Crowder song comes on, i'm reminded of worship.  i'm immediately taken back to a place where i was singing that song worshipfully with my brothers and sisters in Christ.  i'm suddenly transported to worshipping @ Refuge at the Texas State BSM.  Or i'm standing between Sara and Mike at the YS Conference, singing along with David Crowder live, worshipping with hundreds of youth/college workers. 

    i miss worship.  i hate to admit, but true worship with music is something that i rarely come across.  i honestly don't understand how singing the hymns that we sing in church, the way we sing them, is worship.  And i'm not trying to start up the argument "Praise Songs over Hymns!" and jumping on that band wagon.  i've seen many hymns taken by worship artists and turned into real worshipful songs.  So that can't be the issue.

    But what is the issue?  Is it the way we sing hymns?  At church, most people seem to stand and sing b/c it's the place in the service where that happens.  i wonder how many are actually thinking about God, let alone worshipping Him.  i know that i'm guilty of thinking about what i'm going to do after church, or what some lady is wearing. 

    Why is it so hard for me to worship truly when i'm in a regular church service, but i can worship with complete abandon at other worship services?

    Is it my place here at Covenant?  It seems too easy to blame my lack of worshipful attitude on the church itself.  And i've kind of felt that i couldn't truly worship at the majority of churches that i've attended.  Is it the ritual, the common habit of going to the same service every week, seeing the same people, singing the same songs?  But that argument doesn't seem to make sense b/c i went to Refuge every week (for the most part), saw the same people, definitely sang the same songs, and yet still felt i had worshipped.  And i don't feel like it's the fact that i work at the church that i attend, either, b/c i worked at the BSM but still felt that i could stand in the back of the big room and worship (as long as i wasn't trying to get stuff ready for something that was going on).

    Maybe it's based on what we expect, what i expect out of worship services.  Do i walk into a church service, where there are people of different generations and definite different worshipping styles, and a worship leader who has a different musical style than i would prefer, and then expect to come before the throne of God to worship?  Have i already judged that i won't truly worship here, so i don't even try?  Do i need to be with people my age, who worship like i like to, and have music that i consider best in order to worship? 

    What does it mean to worship in spirit and in truth?

    i wish i had the answers.  But part of me is kind of glad i don't, for i fear that it will only serve to prove my youthful arrogance and pride, and point out yet more flaws for me and God to deal with.  All i know is that i love true worship experiences, whether in a service or by myself in the middle of a coffee shop.  And i want to get to a place where i can worship God regardless of the music or what others around me are thinking or feeling.  B/c how sad would it be to finally reach heaven and have the privilege of worshipping God forever, and not really know how to do that?

    Currently Listening
    The Lime CD
    By David Crowder Band
    You Alone
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Thursday, October 25, 2007

  • Waiting

    I feel like i'm in a constant state of waiting.  i'm always looking ahead to what's next.  Ok, maybe i'm not ready to admit that i'm ALWAYS looking ahead...but it does seem like i do it a lot.  And i console myself by blaming it on stuff going on. 

    i'm in the process of filling out my application and getting my references for seminary.  That will cause you to look ahead.  i get so excited thinking about finishing up here at Covenant, and moving somewhere new (even if the somewhere new is Waco).  i get excited about the great learning and educational opportunities that i'm going to have at seminary.  And honestly, i want to make some more friends and i feel like that would be a great place to do it. 

    Relationally, i'm also looking ahead.  And that's all i'm going to say about that.

    i feel like i'm just spinning my wheels this year, waiting to move onto what's next.  But why is that?  Why can't i be content with where i am now?  Why can't i see how God is working here in my life, @ Covenant, in my relationships, everywhere, and just be at peace with it?  Why do i always want to rush through things and get to what's next? 

    i kind of have this fear that if i can't figure out why i'm wired this way and learn to be happy and content with life as it is, that i will forever feel this way.  That when i'm in seminary, i'll be looking ahead to what ministry i can be a part of.  That when i am working, i'll be looking ahead to what job will be next.  That when i'm engaged, i'll want to be married.  That when i'm married, i'll want kids.  When i have kids, i'll want grandkids.   

    And in all of this, i miss the blessings that God is pouring out on me.

     

    Currently Listening
    Across The Universe [Deluxe Edition]
    By Original Soundtrack
    Across the Universe
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Thursday, October 11, 2007

  • Take my life and let it be
    consecrated, Lord, to Thee.

    Take my moments and my days,
    let them flow in ceaseless praise.
    Take my hands and let them move
    at the impulse of Thy love.
    Take my feet and let them be
    swift and beautiful for Thee.

    Take my voice and let me sing
    always, only for my King.
    Take my lips and let them be
    filled with messages from Thee.
    Take my silver and my gold
    not a mite would I withhold.
    Take my intellect and use
    every power as You choose.

    Here am I, all of me.
    Take my life, it's all for Thee.

    Take my will and make it Thine
    it shall be no longer mine.
    Take my heart it is Thine own
    it shall be Thy royal throne.
    Take my love, my Lord I pour
    at Your feet its treasure store
    Take myself and I will be
    ever, only, all for Thee.
    Take myself and I will be
    ever, only, all for Thee.

    Here am I, all of me.
    Take my life, it's all for Thee.

Thursday, October 04, 2007

  • i feel like i'm yelling in a crowded room...and no one seems to notice. 

    Everyone is just walking around me, completely oblivious.

    And i'm losing my voice.

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  • ...but I've got my eye on the goal, where God is beckoning us onward-to Jesus. I'm off and running, and I'm not turning back. -Philippians 3:13b-14 (the message)