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uninterested
02.08.07 (12:21 am)   [edit]

 
gravity
01.20.07 (3:43 am)   [edit]

matthew 8:20
and jesus said to him 'foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests but the son of man has nowhere to lay his head.'

holy father
for a long time
ive waited
and longed for direction
and hoped
and prayed
for an end
to our trial
but as i heard you speak tonite
thru these recorded words -
as i heard your voice
blast thru them
and land on my heart
saying 'ive been there.'
'i know.'
'trust me.'
as this happened
i realized
there is nowhere else id rather be
if you are right here
with us.
amen.

 
getting soaked
01.18.07 (12:16 am)   [edit]

got inspired while reading my bros blog: have thine own way. my response is there as well but i wanted to post it here for any of you regular readers who may not know about his blog.

been going to providence community church on sundays for a while now. its part of the acts29 network. pastor mark moore said something a couple weeks ago that really hit me. it was so obvious and yet i think its so overlooked.

he said that the gospel isnt just for lost people. its for saved people too.

how often we take for granted that the gospel is still good news in our own life. we are such a consumerist society that what we buy today is forgotten tomorrow and i think the church has allowed that mentality to infiltrate our thinking to the point of corrupting our love and passion for the gospel.

i mean - i need as much saving today as i did way back when. why shouldnt the truth of christ be as driving a force today as it was when i first tasted of the holy spirit?

with that in mind i look at things thru a gospel christ filter and things like possessions and positions becomes meaningless. and more keenly - those whose lives are broken in sin become a primary concern for my compassion - not my judgment.

praying for strength and faith and the spiritual growth of our kingdom family is also a natural product of being christ centered.

now it seems to me just from casual observance that when many people talk about christ-centeredness what they really in practice mean is me centeredness with a christ facade. they staple his name on their own desires and wants and come up with a bastardized version of the faith that sells to the masses who have no true desire to lay their lives bare before god. so we end up with guys like osteen telling people about their best life now and its no wonder - self-help with jesus stapled to it = osteens gospel.

but thats not scripture. in scripture jesus doesnt back down from calling sin out. but unlike the many judgmental jerks floating around in our fundie churches today he doesnt stop there. he offers them life more abundant and a relationship. our legalistic brothers tend to offer them a set of the ten commandments and a daily checklist.

so all that to say: im with my bro. we desperately need to get soaked in the word and when we do - the fruit of that will be the gospel in our lives.

/rant.

 
out in the wild
01.12.07 (1:53 pm)   [edit]
 
the prestige
11.14.06 (3:36 pm)   [edit]


went and saw the prestige tonite. very cool. kinda sad. its the story of rival magicians trying to figure out each others tricks and the competition to be better than the other. i guess i could have just enjoyed it purely for entertainment value but you know me better than that dont you? mahoney is always telling me i over-analyze things and she may be right but i cant help recognizing themes.

the prestige is a lot like how many people approach christ. theres quite a bit of conjuring. smoke and mirrors. abracadabra. and we wait for his applause. but its not coming bc hes not impressed. so instead of recognizing our own inability what do we do? we start launching comparisons. we are no hitler. no ben-laden. no dahmer. we are better than these evil twisted and sick individuals. its as if we think we can do something to impress god by being better than the next guy. as if he judges by comparing us with one another - rightly picking the better ones. if this is the case the vast majority of us can give up hope now. only the elite few - the billy graham and mother theresa types - get into heaven.

on the other side of this coin are those who have a come to jesus moment at some point and spend the rest of their life trying to do the best they can to stay in his good graces. pun intended. this notion is often coupled with or somehow complimented by the idea that god judges with a balance like lady liberty. good on one side bad on the other. if only we do enough good things to outweigh the bad things then we have a shot.

i havent spoken about grace at length with anyone for a long while. ive kept quiet bc it seems everytime i open my mouth about grace people nod their heads and agree and contradict its very essence in their next breath. i got tired and just stopped for a while. but this is burning a hole in me. the problem is we are going at this all bass-ackwards.

grace is not the reward for a job well done and its not the key that unlocks holy behavior patterns. its not like frequent flyer miles. we cant pave the streets of gold one hard earned brick at a time. its not the end result of democracy.

grace is a blood soaked tree with god stuck on it naked. grace is a folded linen in a grave. these are not things we could ever do. ever. they have to be done for us. and that really seems to get under some peoples skin. a lot.

been taking the fam over to providence community church lately. this past sunday pastor mark discussed the parable of the sower in luke 8. four kinds of ground. one kind of seed. different results. got it. then he starts talking about grace. he doesnt use the word but thats what he was talking about bc he made very clear the difference between behavior modification and gospel transformation. and this is our problem.

behavior modification is all about changing the end result based on recognition of problem and application of such external stimuli as should or ought. in everyday terms - if you smoke you shouldnt bc its bad for you. this is how many people approach god. they are full of should. after all - god died for you so you should return the favor and do whats right. right?

but thats not grace. grace is not the ability to follow the 10 commandments. its the ability to live without them.

derek webb is a pissed off xian singer/songwriter. i dig him. on his latest release called mockingbirda new law. in the lyrics he says:

dont teach me how to live like a free man
just give me a new law

and this is what we think grace is. a gift to those who impress god by making the right choice or one that enables us to be good. its for those who recognize right and wrong and do what they should. this manifests in all sorts of ways – most notably in getting dressed up to go into gods presence. after all – we ought to dress up and be presentable to god right?
hes got a song called

this is a mockery of grace. god isnt impressed with clothes. never has been. its pretty clear in the book of james that those in the finest name-brands dont get any better treatment than ragamuffins. this is just some of the mendacity that masquerades as common sense gospel in the church today. but clothes – like all our efforts to impress god – fail completely.

so how does any of this tie in with the movie? like this. the prestige takes its name from act iii of an illusion. ill let michael caines character explain:

Every great magic trick consists of three acts. The first act is called "The Pledge". The magician shows you something ordinary, but of course... it probably isn't. The second act is called "The Turn". The magician makes his ordinary something do something extraordinary. Now if you're looking for the secret... you won't find it, that's why there's a third act called, "The Prestige". This is the part with the twists and turns, where lives hang in the balance, and you see something shocking you've never seen before.

and herein is the truth of grace. god made a pledge and showed us his son – who of course seemed pretty ordinary tho he wasnt. the turn is that his son did something extraordinary – he lived a perfect life. and thats where we keep looking for the secret but we wont find it. and so theres the prestige and lives hang in the balance as the son of god walks out of a tomb 3 days after being crucified. this is the deep magik.

in the movie the 2 main characters played by christian bale and hugh jackman are endlessly trying to figure out how the other pulled off the trick. they chase each other around until they finally find out and it ends up costing them both. but with god the mystery is secure bc grace is not a trick. its real. it doesnt make sense and thats whats so great about it. its complete foolishness. it cant be figured out or diagramed or scientifically dissected. it can only be trusted or rejected. and this has nothing at all to do with our ability to impress god. it stands in staunch opposition to the very notion that anything is needed from our end.

charles de gaule once said:

There can be no prestige without mystery, for familiarity breeds contempt.

and this is part of whats so cool about god. he doesnt show us everything. he doesnt reveal it all – just enough. and just enough is all we need bc all we need is grace.

 
IM35
11.09.06 (12:22 pm)   [edit]
 
5 days
10.23.06 (12:52 pm)   [edit]

a reflection on my recent trip to the hospital.

i walked in on my own feet
of my own will albeit pressured
i spoke in short sentences
and a helpful man wrote things down 

i laid down shortly after arriving
with a terrible feeling in my gut
this was no ordinary day
spent passing the time in a playground

they examined me all around
and asked odd questions i couldnt answer
they seemed to think i could tell them
what they couldnt see for themselves
 
but after poking and prodding
they found very little to work with
and assigned me a cell alongside others
whose fate was no longer in their own hands
 
the first days there were a blur
creeping in and out of consciousness
seeing  people i recognized but couldnt place
or be sure were really there at all
 
before long i gained some clarity
and realized those close to me
were a frequent mirage in the afternoon
that dissipated before the night fell
 
and when it fell the halls were lonely
despite the friendly smiling faces
that floated about here and there
grabbing people and sticking things in them
 
when freed from the viper that fed me
i moved in slow motion down the corridor
taking in the scope of my surroundings
while searching for a possible escape 

each open door a tomb
with flickering lights emitting
rooms filled with breathing corpses
snuggled warm against their fevered chills
 
the vampires came at
5 am
for my sake they were kind
talking to me as they sucked my blood
reassuring me i would get better

and i did slowly recover
after being starved and dehydrated
deprived of strength by my tormentors
both internal and external 

now ive come home
where i couldnt be happier
or ever more grateful a person
for the sake of my ordeal

 
in memory...
10.21.06 (1:33 am)   [edit]
one of the most inspiring people ive had the blessing of meeting in the entire blogmos is lorischuster. not very long ago her daughter ali was torn from this world by cancer and i have continually been moved by loris candor in dealing with life in the wake of death. the picture below is of ali and is my effort to honor her memory...

 
hope
10.04.06 (2:27 pm)   [edit]
 
from the chair by the fire
09.26.06 (2:38 am)   [edit]

are you looking
listening
paying casual attention
as they shatter 

are you comfortable
can i get you anything

are you watching
hearing
merely an observer
as they break

are you relaxed
can i prop up your feet

are you seeing
perceiving
quietly standing by
as they fracture

are you warm
can i get you a blanket 

are you aware
sensing
the subtle brittle crush
of their hope

are you sleepy
can i tuck you in