So, there's this Starbucks that I frequent more often that I think anybody should. Anyways, that's not the point of this short situation.
I have noticed that at this one location and at many other Starbucks locations that there is one thing that happens very well here. That thing is communication. From the ordering of the drink, to the hours long conversation following, the whole experience is all about communicating. As I sit here now, I see two people playing chess, a man playing World of Warcraft, two older ladies, a lone studier, and a girl who is thoroughly wearing too much pink.
That said though, they are all communicating so well with whatever other people are listening to them. Shawn McDonald is softly crooning into my ears as I watch each interaction carefully.
It makes me realize just how small the world is. It makes me realize also, that I'm just not doing my job like I should be. I should be more vocal. I should go and proclaim the name of Jesus more than I do. I have such an audience, and I continually go among them like they don't exist. Well, I know they exist, I feed off observing them. I just don't correlate their existence within my realm.
That, my friends, is a fatal flaw in my own personal walk with the Lord. I do not evangelize. I sit in silent stupor while the world continues to revolve around me. I desperately want to evangelize, but there's a real fear within that for me. It's getting in front of people, and telling them how it is. I know I shouldn't be as scared of it as I am, but I just can't let it go yet. I know there will be one moment in my faith walk, one pivotal moment where I let go and give into the passion within my soul, but right now, I feel unprepared to do so.
Anyways, I sit here, the smell of coffee and excitement infused with the quiet awesomeness of the Lord beckoning me to buy just one more Iced Tall Whole Milk Marble Mocha Macchiato. Just so I can stay and continue to observe the wonderfulness around me. Just so I can stop and breathe in, just for a little while longer. Just for a while.
As I close in thought, I just want to thank Him for making us a very social being. I don't know who I would even be if I didn't have at least some sort of social interaction with the world. I'd probably be sitting in my bed, creating some sort of fantasy world within my mind that I couldn't even grasp if it became reality. I am so thankful for my social abilities. I am so thankful I'm wired to socialize. So thankful.
It's super interesting what God puts into your way when you just stop to breathe.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Situational Missionary: Situation FOUR: The Trans-Siberian Orchestra
Yesterday, I experienced a beautiful family day. We did a little bit of lazing around the house and then had a great night in downtown Seattle. Our big stop of the night was the concert featuring the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. All people from all walks of life were surrounding me in the KeyArena. That’s not what captured me that night however. It wasn’t the amazingly well synced lighting or pyrotechnics or even the music itself either.
Now, a little background of this orchestra. To put it simply, they make the orchestra fun for everyone. How do they do it? They splash rock guitars, electric bass guitars and heavy drum beats over the traditional choruses of Christmas carols. Some of the arrangements so intricate and detailed it just leaves trails of the original for you to follow along on your own time. All the while they input their own original songs and an amazing story that goes with it. That’s where my thinking points me to tonight.
The story is about how Christmas came about. The birth of an Angel, the birth of a Savior. However, the way that the Trans-Siberian Orchestra wraps it you could conceivably think about it as a desperate cry and a wonderful answer to a plea. This song so wonderfully told by a man who I truly believe could make the phone book sound like the most amazing story I’ve ever heard. His deep voice and lyrical style are beyond compare. While I have no doubt that there were other Christians in the arena, I also have no doubt that there were people there solely because of the musicianship and the great time. As this rich voice told the story of Christmas, I couldn’t help but think one thing. The way it’s packaged could be a connector between the church and the non-believing. On the other hand, it also was deeply theological so that the believer felt like they were receiving the message again. As my thoughts wrapped around it more, I came to a question. Why hasn’t the church come to this amazing way? While I’m sure the intent of the night was not to bring people to Christ or even let the thought enter the minds of the concert-goer I could not help but be compelled to tears because it was so beautifully intertwined.
Faith has a funny way of integrating itself into the secular world. Likewise with secular world rituals coming into the walks of Christians everywhere. It’s just funny that when faith collides into the secular world it gets persecuted until we take it back. Yet, when a secular trait invades the Christian culture, we’re expected to embrace it and if we fight it we’re called “extremists” and then ridiculed for it. Yet, the secular world has yet to bring anything but negativity. They expect us to welcome Gay Marriage as normal and abortion as commonplace when it’s not within our written law. I have gay friends, I know people who have aborted children, some of them are my closest friends. I have nothing against them and they have nothing against me. They know exactly where I stand, and I know where they stand. But it’s the gay population as a whole. They strive for marriage, when marriage only ever happened in churches and our Law states that marriage is between a man and a woman. It’s not up for debate. They should be willing to accept that because quite frankly I accept them regardless of the fact that they may love someone of the same gender. Yet, whenever we start standing our ground we’re retaliated against with hate and it just makes me cry for their hearts. Yes, I’ve received hate mail. Yet the only thing I return to them is love. It’s the constant double-edged sword that we as Christians walk minute to minute. Quite frankly, it’s unfair. I could go on for years about this, but I won’t.
Overall, the night was amazingly deep, led me through deep thoughts, and challenged me spiritually. I can stand on the other side saying, I’m glad I’m a believer. There were people there that night with no hope. I just pray that someone who came that night hopeless, left hopeful, and in search of the Father that they spoke of.
Now, a little background of this orchestra. To put it simply, they make the orchestra fun for everyone. How do they do it? They splash rock guitars, electric bass guitars and heavy drum beats over the traditional choruses of Christmas carols. Some of the arrangements so intricate and detailed it just leaves trails of the original for you to follow along on your own time. All the while they input their own original songs and an amazing story that goes with it. That’s where my thinking points me to tonight.
The story is about how Christmas came about. The birth of an Angel, the birth of a Savior. However, the way that the Trans-Siberian Orchestra wraps it you could conceivably think about it as a desperate cry and a wonderful answer to a plea. This song so wonderfully told by a man who I truly believe could make the phone book sound like the most amazing story I’ve ever heard. His deep voice and lyrical style are beyond compare. While I have no doubt that there were other Christians in the arena, I also have no doubt that there were people there solely because of the musicianship and the great time. As this rich voice told the story of Christmas, I couldn’t help but think one thing. The way it’s packaged could be a connector between the church and the non-believing. On the other hand, it also was deeply theological so that the believer felt like they were receiving the message again. As my thoughts wrapped around it more, I came to a question. Why hasn’t the church come to this amazing way? While I’m sure the intent of the night was not to bring people to Christ or even let the thought enter the minds of the concert-goer I could not help but be compelled to tears because it was so beautifully intertwined.
Faith has a funny way of integrating itself into the secular world. Likewise with secular world rituals coming into the walks of Christians everywhere. It’s just funny that when faith collides into the secular world it gets persecuted until we take it back. Yet, when a secular trait invades the Christian culture, we’re expected to embrace it and if we fight it we’re called “extremists” and then ridiculed for it. Yet, the secular world has yet to bring anything but negativity. They expect us to welcome Gay Marriage as normal and abortion as commonplace when it’s not within our written law. I have gay friends, I know people who have aborted children, some of them are my closest friends. I have nothing against them and they have nothing against me. They know exactly where I stand, and I know where they stand. But it’s the gay population as a whole. They strive for marriage, when marriage only ever happened in churches and our Law states that marriage is between a man and a woman. It’s not up for debate. They should be willing to accept that because quite frankly I accept them regardless of the fact that they may love someone of the same gender. Yet, whenever we start standing our ground we’re retaliated against with hate and it just makes me cry for their hearts. Yes, I’ve received hate mail. Yet the only thing I return to them is love. It’s the constant double-edged sword that we as Christians walk minute to minute. Quite frankly, it’s unfair. I could go on for years about this, but I won’t.
Overall, the night was amazingly deep, led me through deep thoughts, and challenged me spiritually. I can stand on the other side saying, I’m glad I’m a believer. There were people there that night with no hope. I just pray that someone who came that night hopeless, left hopeful, and in search of the Father that they spoke of.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Situational Missionary: Situation THREE: MissionsFest Seattle
As I sit back and reflect on the battering that my heart took over the course of a mere twelve to fourteen hours this past weekend I can't help but to break all over again.
Injustice [in-juhs-tis] - violation of the rights of others; unjust or unfair action or treatment
Injustice is something many of us recognize, but it's something that many of the many don't really understand. Until this weekend, I truly didn't know what injustice looked like. It's also something that doesn't really have boundaries. Yes, there's areas that are much harder hit, and suffering more. That's not where it stops. That's not where the line is drawn. I haven't even gotten into the heart of this yet and already my eyes have welled up.
By the time I've written this sentence one child has died because they have no nutrition. By the time I've written this, numerous children have been taken from their homes to be forced into bonded labor, or prostitution. Last Sunday, I was broken by a story about a girl named Jyoti [Jee-oh-tee]. She was offered a job in the city. The people who took her into the city drugged her tea on the way into the city. She was sold to a brothel, where she was beaten and starved until she gave in and let whoever wanted to service her, well, service her. She saw up to thirty different men. No, not total. PER DAY. Thirty men PER DAY. She never saw the light of day after she was taken in by the brothel. That was until the International Justice Mission intervened. Now she is free...
I'm gonna throw some statistics in your face now. These are the ones that really got me. Take a moment on each one of them. Let them sink in...
Half the world — nearly three billion people — live on less than two dollars a day.
30,000 children die each day of hunger. In one year, 11 million children will die.
Some 1.1 billion people in developing countries have inadequate access to water, and 2.6 billion lack basic sanitation.
1.8 million children die per year due to something American's call in sick from work a day for. Diarrhea.
The cosmetics industry brings in 8 billion per year in America. For just 6 billion, we could have basic education available to everyone.
15 million children were orphaned by HIV/AIDS last year alone.
600,000-800,000 people are trafficked across international borders. This does not include internal trafficking.
20 million people live enslaved each and everyday.
A typical "shift" for an enslaved person is around sixteen hours per day. For six days a week...
Those were some of the facts that I remembered. There are countless other injustices happening as I type these words. The event I attended was MissionsFest Seattle. I did MissionsFest because I knew nothing about the suffering this world was going through. I was shocked to learn just how much the world was hurting. When I got home from the Saturday session, I had ice cream for me and my brother in my hand, that I picked up on the way home. I proceeded to go up and take shower... I cried while I took that shower. Cried. Hard. Why? Because I can take that shower whenever I want. I could take two or three a day and all that would happen is a 20 dollar water bill versus an 18 dollar one. I felt selfish. Then I proceeded to get out of the shower, put on an entirely clean outfit and brush the tangles from my hair. I then cried again. Why? Because there are people who never see a closet full of choices. It's whatever they can find. I own more shoes than a small village in Africa owns entirely. I then got out the ice cream and proceeded to watch a television program with him. My mind was in torment with every bite. Did you know that Europe spends 11 billion on ice cream per year? Do you know how much money it would take to give the world good water? 12 billion. I then climbed into my bed where I slept just like all nights, wrapped in blankets, head between layers of pillows. Yet, there are people who buy glue or glue-like products so they can get high and forget about the cold night that they're going to experience... I will no longer take even the slightest thing for granted, yes, I'll forget to express my thankfulness, but no, it will not have left my mind...
Micah 6:8 was the inspiration for the weekend. It has now become somewhat personal. I think about my little boy. Tonny O. from Kenya. Whom God led me to. Who, before me (and I say that truly unselfishly) had no hope, nothing to look forward to, wondered if he was going to get a meal the next day. Now he is. He's seeing doctors. He's getting education. He could be the one to speak up. How much does this cost me? Nothing. Yes, I pay a small little amount per month. I calculated my coffee budget for a month... I spend just about double on coffee per month that I send to Tonny. Not good, no. What are my rewards in sponsoring Tonny? Limitless. What are Tonny's reward? I rejoice everytime I log on to write him. Which is becoming more and more often. On New Years day, I'm going to give Tonny a "brother" or "sister". Maybe from Kenya, maybe not...
Micah 6:8(NIV) reads as this:
He has showed you, O man, what is good.
And what does the LORD require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy
and to walk humbly with your God....
I'm finally and truly and faithfully devoted to that verse...
Injustice isn't being cut in line at the supermarket when you're in a rush. It's just inconvienient. That's how I think I felt about world issues until this conference. I mean I recognized that the world was hurting, yet, my life didn't reflect a single ounce of pain or suffering so I didn't get that personal touch. Now, world issues aren't inconvienient to me. They're a center point. I just pray to my God that He lends me His wisdom in finding my place in fighting the injustice.
Here's another sobering fact. Two songs off of iTunes cost roughly two dollars. That's how much a person LIVES THEIR ENTIRE LIFE off of for one day...
In the end, there's urgency, there's desperation, there are lost people, there are hurt, and their are souls and minds that need to be saved. Will you meet Him there? Will you forget the struggles of "coffee AND a donut"? Will you speak up? Will you GO? Will you be the salt and the light that Matthew 5:13 proclaims we are?
Matthew 5:13 (NIV)
You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salt again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled by men...
I walk in this verse now...
Luke 4:17-19(NIV)
17The scroll of the prophet Isaiah was handed to him. Unrolling it, he found the place where it is written:
18"The Spirit of the Lord is on me,
because he has anointed me
to preach good news to the poor.
He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners
and recovery of sight for the blind,
to release the oppressed,
19to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor."
Do you wanna move mountains? I do. More importantly, I wanna set the captives free in the name of Jesus Christ.
Injustice [in-juhs-tis] - violation of the rights of others; unjust or unfair action or treatment
Injustice is something many of us recognize, but it's something that many of the many don't really understand. Until this weekend, I truly didn't know what injustice looked like. It's also something that doesn't really have boundaries. Yes, there's areas that are much harder hit, and suffering more. That's not where it stops. That's not where the line is drawn. I haven't even gotten into the heart of this yet and already my eyes have welled up.
By the time I've written this sentence one child has died because they have no nutrition. By the time I've written this, numerous children have been taken from their homes to be forced into bonded labor, or prostitution. Last Sunday, I was broken by a story about a girl named Jyoti [Jee-oh-tee]. She was offered a job in the city. The people who took her into the city drugged her tea on the way into the city. She was sold to a brothel, where she was beaten and starved until she gave in and let whoever wanted to service her, well, service her. She saw up to thirty different men. No, not total. PER DAY. Thirty men PER DAY. She never saw the light of day after she was taken in by the brothel. That was until the International Justice Mission intervened. Now she is free...
I'm gonna throw some statistics in your face now. These are the ones that really got me. Take a moment on each one of them. Let them sink in...
Half the world — nearly three billion people — live on less than two dollars a day.
30,000 children die each day of hunger. In one year, 11 million children will die.
Some 1.1 billion people in developing countries have inadequate access to water, and 2.6 billion lack basic sanitation.
1.8 million children die per year due to something American's call in sick from work a day for. Diarrhea.
The cosmetics industry brings in 8 billion per year in America. For just 6 billion, we could have basic education available to everyone.
15 million children were orphaned by HIV/AIDS last year alone.
600,000-800,000 people are trafficked across international borders. This does not include internal trafficking.
20 million people live enslaved each and everyday.
A typical "shift" for an enslaved person is around sixteen hours per day. For six days a week...
Those were some of the facts that I remembered. There are countless other injustices happening as I type these words. The event I attended was MissionsFest Seattle. I did MissionsFest because I knew nothing about the suffering this world was going through. I was shocked to learn just how much the world was hurting. When I got home from the Saturday session, I had ice cream for me and my brother in my hand, that I picked up on the way home. I proceeded to go up and take shower... I cried while I took that shower. Cried. Hard. Why? Because I can take that shower whenever I want. I could take two or three a day and all that would happen is a 20 dollar water bill versus an 18 dollar one. I felt selfish. Then I proceeded to get out of the shower, put on an entirely clean outfit and brush the tangles from my hair. I then cried again. Why? Because there are people who never see a closet full of choices. It's whatever they can find. I own more shoes than a small village in Africa owns entirely. I then got out the ice cream and proceeded to watch a television program with him. My mind was in torment with every bite. Did you know that Europe spends 11 billion on ice cream per year? Do you know how much money it would take to give the world good water? 12 billion. I then climbed into my bed where I slept just like all nights, wrapped in blankets, head between layers of pillows. Yet, there are people who buy glue or glue-like products so they can get high and forget about the cold night that they're going to experience... I will no longer take even the slightest thing for granted, yes, I'll forget to express my thankfulness, but no, it will not have left my mind...
Micah 6:8 was the inspiration for the weekend. It has now become somewhat personal. I think about my little boy. Tonny O. from Kenya. Whom God led me to. Who, before me (and I say that truly unselfishly) had no hope, nothing to look forward to, wondered if he was going to get a meal the next day. Now he is. He's seeing doctors. He's getting education. He could be the one to speak up. How much does this cost me? Nothing. Yes, I pay a small little amount per month. I calculated my coffee budget for a month... I spend just about double on coffee per month that I send to Tonny. Not good, no. What are my rewards in sponsoring Tonny? Limitless. What are Tonny's reward? I rejoice everytime I log on to write him. Which is becoming more and more often. On New Years day, I'm going to give Tonny a "brother" or "sister". Maybe from Kenya, maybe not...
Micah 6:8(NIV) reads as this:
He has showed you, O man, what is good.
And what does the LORD require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy
and to walk humbly with your God....
I'm finally and truly and faithfully devoted to that verse...
Injustice isn't being cut in line at the supermarket when you're in a rush. It's just inconvienient. That's how I think I felt about world issues until this conference. I mean I recognized that the world was hurting, yet, my life didn't reflect a single ounce of pain or suffering so I didn't get that personal touch. Now, world issues aren't inconvienient to me. They're a center point. I just pray to my God that He lends me His wisdom in finding my place in fighting the injustice.
Here's another sobering fact. Two songs off of iTunes cost roughly two dollars. That's how much a person LIVES THEIR ENTIRE LIFE off of for one day...
In the end, there's urgency, there's desperation, there are lost people, there are hurt, and their are souls and minds that need to be saved. Will you meet Him there? Will you forget the struggles of "coffee AND a donut"? Will you speak up? Will you GO? Will you be the salt and the light that Matthew 5:13 proclaims we are?
Matthew 5:13 (NIV)
You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salt again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled by men...
I walk in this verse now...
Luke 4:17-19(NIV)
17The scroll of the prophet Isaiah was handed to him. Unrolling it, he found the place where it is written:
18"The Spirit of the Lord is on me,
because he has anointed me
to preach good news to the poor.
He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners
and recovery of sight for the blind,
to release the oppressed,
19to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor."
Do you wanna move mountains? I do. More importantly, I wanna set the captives free in the name of Jesus Christ.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Situational Missionary: Situation TWO: My Workplace
The sound of laughter, the echo of happiness, and the pursuit of innocence are the things that greet me upon entering my workplace. I have the blessing to work with 60+ brilliant, beautiful, and amazingly unique children. They ease my very own stress levels and often they bring smiles to my own face. They have eyes sparkling with laughter, hearts full of love, and minds just begging for information. On this job, I don't count it as a job. I count it as my real-life evangelical experience. While I can't go and tell them about the Bible directly, I can show the Bible and the Lord and Savior through my love and my passion and my committment to these kids. I can show the Jesus I know by loving them like the Father has chose to love me and that is deeply, intrinsically, awesomely, and purely...
He devoted His life to loving the innocent and the guilty alike. He ended up taking His cross and being crucified by it. His life was not His own to lead because He had committed it fully to live for His father. He had the innocent faith, the vulnerable faith, and the reckless faith that we all hopelessly and tirelessly strive to achieve even the very beginnings of.
I don't see myself as the Father by any means, but I do believe that for these children that I have the most direct connection to Him and that I am being called to use it. I love being able to spread His word through them by not even mentioning His name, but by showing the children His grace, His love, and His mercy...
In a way, it's like trying to speak in another language in entirety. I have finally unlocked the key to knowing how the language works. Speak with love and fervor and act with conviction and justice and the respond in multitudes. On the flip side if you speak anger and lacklusterness and act with laziness and desolution you will fog the message over...
I strive not be the fog, I stive to be the one to be the lighthouse leading the vessel Home.
He devoted His life to loving the innocent and the guilty alike. He ended up taking His cross and being crucified by it. His life was not His own to lead because He had committed it fully to live for His father. He had the innocent faith, the vulnerable faith, and the reckless faith that we all hopelessly and tirelessly strive to achieve even the very beginnings of.
I don't see myself as the Father by any means, but I do believe that for these children that I have the most direct connection to Him and that I am being called to use it. I love being able to spread His word through them by not even mentioning His name, but by showing the children His grace, His love, and His mercy...
In a way, it's like trying to speak in another language in entirety. I have finally unlocked the key to knowing how the language works. Speak with love and fervor and act with conviction and justice and the respond in multitudes. On the flip side if you speak anger and lacklusterness and act with laziness and desolution you will fog the message over...
I strive not be the fog, I stive to be the one to be the lighthouse leading the vessel Home.
Situational Missionary: Situation ONE: Family Pancake House
So this morning, I stepped out of my house, really desiring some Eggs Benedict. Which, by the way, if you really know me, is my favorite breakfast in the entire world. Since it was such short notice I hit up the Family Pancake House alone. Which I was semi-afraid of doing. I didn't care. I wanted my breakfast. So I got a booth and ordered and proceeded to get my Bible and a few other books I've been dabbling in out of my pack I brought in. I got some interesting looks from the people around me. Some were deeply acknowledging the same faith, some completely stumped as to why I picked there to read my Bible, some were just troubled that I had the book in my hands to begin with. I gave each person my eyes who was looking at me. Gave them powerful glances. Then I proceeded to lock in to the text I was reading. I happened to pick up a book I've been wanting to read for a while now instead of the Bible. I prayed over my reading and my breakfast arrived just as I finished the first page of the book. I continued reading over breakfast...
I knew I was effective. Even if it's just in a little diner where I'm not speaking. I had people thinking. That's what matters. I didn't force anything on anyone, yet their eyes questioned me deeply. I wish some had the courage to come ask me questions, I wish I had gone to the ones struggling in their moments and prayed over them. I prayed for the old man who was sitting across from me. His age clearly marked on his face in dark lines and eyes full to the brim with stories of triumph and struggle. He read the paper between bites of his breakfast. He himself looking for answers in this broken world.
I found the answer. It's living in the light of the Savior King. Dancing in the rain He provides. Seeking the truths He puts out there for us to find. Being a child of His with faith innocent and barbaric...
Innocent and barbaric? Seems like those two words clash, right? Well, in the realm of faith, they are seamlessly intertwined. We can't be protected if we're not innocently following our Lord. We can't spread his word in a domesticated faith. We must step out of the box of religion and soley follow the Savior King. He is the reason. Church is not the reason. People are caught in the light when they least expect it. The smart ones stay in that light.
Let's live barbarically. Stripping all conventional wisdom and chasing after His heart alone.
I will be the Situational Missionary. I will never cease to bear my Bible. I will never cease to shout the name of the Savior King. I will not be afraid to cry to Jesus on my knees. He is what my soul thirsts for. Is that what your soul thirsts for?
I got my water that morning, and I got my spiritual fill-up that I've been needing for quite a while now as well. God is beautiful, gracious, full of wisdom, merciful, powerful, intelligent, perfect, protecting, loving, and most of all He is mine.
The book I'm reading out of is... "The Barbarian Way: Unleash the Untamed Faith Within" by Erwin Raphael McManus. I strongly suggest this read for a refreshed view on why Jesus should be center.
I knew I was effective. Even if it's just in a little diner where I'm not speaking. I had people thinking. That's what matters. I didn't force anything on anyone, yet their eyes questioned me deeply. I wish some had the courage to come ask me questions, I wish I had gone to the ones struggling in their moments and prayed over them. I prayed for the old man who was sitting across from me. His age clearly marked on his face in dark lines and eyes full to the brim with stories of triumph and struggle. He read the paper between bites of his breakfast. He himself looking for answers in this broken world.
I found the answer. It's living in the light of the Savior King. Dancing in the rain He provides. Seeking the truths He puts out there for us to find. Being a child of His with faith innocent and barbaric...
Innocent and barbaric? Seems like those two words clash, right? Well, in the realm of faith, they are seamlessly intertwined. We can't be protected if we're not innocently following our Lord. We can't spread his word in a domesticated faith. We must step out of the box of religion and soley follow the Savior King. He is the reason. Church is not the reason. People are caught in the light when they least expect it. The smart ones stay in that light.
Let's live barbarically. Stripping all conventional wisdom and chasing after His heart alone.
I will be the Situational Missionary. I will never cease to bear my Bible. I will never cease to shout the name of the Savior King. I will not be afraid to cry to Jesus on my knees. He is what my soul thirsts for. Is that what your soul thirsts for?
I got my water that morning, and I got my spiritual fill-up that I've been needing for quite a while now as well. God is beautiful, gracious, full of wisdom, merciful, powerful, intelligent, perfect, protecting, loving, and most of all He is mine.
The book I'm reading out of is... "The Barbarian Way: Unleash the Untamed Faith Within" by Erwin Raphael McManus. I strongly suggest this read for a refreshed view on why Jesus should be center.
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