30 April 2008
hiding out
I am in hiding. Yup. Don't get me wrong-- I am not hiding because I did anything wrong, or because anyone is looking for me. I am hiding so that I can spend more time with my God. It's not a huge deal-- Elijah did the same thing for a year. It's pretty cool to hide...I recommend it to anyone.
26 April 2008
you can take your $20...!
Ok. So, there are three reasons why I believe that the whole of the Bible is the God-inspired Truth:
1.) Because it says so. Ok, so that seems sort of like a contradictory statement. If something that is debatable as truth says that it is truth, it's still up for debate. Follow? Here are a couple verses that support that the whole of the Bible is God-inspired and True: II Samuel 22:31, Psalm 12:6, Psalm 33:4, Proverbs 30: 5-6, and Hebrews 4:12.
2.) There's a bunch of historical evidence that supports the truth of the Bible more than any other historical document. (Archeological findings, the dead sea scrolls etc...) Several books were written about these findings including: "A Case for Christ" by Lee Strobel, "More than a Carpenter" by Josh McDowell, and "Know why you Believe" by Paul E. Little.
3.) Because my life depends on it. Psalms. 118:8 says, "It is better to take refuge in the Lord than to trust in man." Likewise, Micah 7:5-7 mentions: "Do not trust in a neighbor; put no confidence in a friend.....a man's enemies are the members of his own household." I cannot put my complete trust in any human being. Not even close friends or family. Mortal man cannot save. Money is even worse. A person cannot put any trust in money because it comes and goes...and he will never have enough. (See Ecclesiastes 5:10). And don't even try to mention power, drugs or sex. Other religions don't cut it either...yeah I respect them and all, but, unfortunitly for most people, they're false.
Ok, I plead my case. Nuff said.
1.) Because it says so. Ok, so that seems sort of like a contradictory statement. If something that is debatable as truth says that it is truth, it's still up for debate. Follow? Here are a couple verses that support that the whole of the Bible is God-inspired and True: II Samuel 22:31, Psalm 12:6, Psalm 33:4, Proverbs 30: 5-6, and Hebrews 4:12.
2.) There's a bunch of historical evidence that supports the truth of the Bible more than any other historical document. (Archeological findings, the dead sea scrolls etc...) Several books were written about these findings including: "A Case for Christ" by Lee Strobel, "More than a Carpenter" by Josh McDowell, and "Know why you Believe" by Paul E. Little.
3.) Because my life depends on it. Psalms. 118:8 says, "It is better to take refuge in the Lord than to trust in man." Likewise, Micah 7:5-7 mentions: "Do not trust in a neighbor; put no confidence in a friend.....a man's enemies are the members of his own household." I cannot put my complete trust in any human being. Not even close friends or family. Mortal man cannot save. Money is even worse. A person cannot put any trust in money because it comes and goes...and he will never have enough. (See Ecclesiastes 5:10). And don't even try to mention power, drugs or sex. Other religions don't cut it either...yeah I respect them and all, but, unfortunitly for most people, they're false.
Ok, I plead my case. Nuff said.
22 April 2008
spiritual lepers
Ok.
So....two things happened yesturday while me and the Boy were in his car praying. One thing was not so much a big deal, and the other was a big deal.
I had had a sore throat all day that was getting progressively worse. I was conserned because my clinical the next day would take be on the oncology unit- a place full of immunosuppressed people. I was unsure if I would even be able to go into clinical if my throat cold got worse.
While the Boy was praying, and he asked the Lord to take away my sickness so that I could effectively perform during clinical.
And God did--instantly. But that's not a big deal.
The big deal was that after the Boy stopped praying, I started praying, and what happened? I-I can't explain it....
It was like the Spirit was so big inside of me that it wanted to burst out of me. I felt it in my heart, in my belly, everywhere!
I prayed...oh, I prayed. That doesn't seem like a big deal, but I was praying from the heart, not from the head. I can not even remember what I said because I was so caught up in HIS Presence in that car. I was OVERWHELMED! I could have prayed all night. It was like the Holy Spirit was speaking right though me. I was praising, thanking, repenting....the whole shabang.
It was cool. Very cool.
I'm learning...The Lord is so, so gracious. He is so good. Why do I forget that so often. Why do I forget His love? He loves us so much. He Loves us. Can you not understand that, brothers and sisters? The King of Heaven LOVES us. The Scriptures say that our good deeds are like filthy rags to the Creator of the Universe. Like rags being used during a girl's menstral cycle to be precise. FILTHY.
AAAAAnd... He loves us. In the words of Pastor Tom, we are like SPIRITUAL LEPERS before we come to Christ. Filthy. Diseased. Dirty. Mangled. Falling apart. Unclean. Unfit for anything. As good as dead. Just a sorry, sorry state.
And God loves us.
Whoa.
So....two things happened yesturday while me and the Boy were in his car praying. One thing was not so much a big deal, and the other was a big deal.
I had had a sore throat all day that was getting progressively worse. I was conserned because my clinical the next day would take be on the oncology unit- a place full of immunosuppressed people. I was unsure if I would even be able to go into clinical if my throat cold got worse.
While the Boy was praying, and he asked the Lord to take away my sickness so that I could effectively perform during clinical.
And God did--instantly. But that's not a big deal.
The big deal was that after the Boy stopped praying, I started praying, and what happened? I-I can't explain it....
It was like the Spirit was so big inside of me that it wanted to burst out of me. I felt it in my heart, in my belly, everywhere!
I prayed...oh, I prayed. That doesn't seem like a big deal, but I was praying from the heart, not from the head. I can not even remember what I said because I was so caught up in HIS Presence in that car. I was OVERWHELMED! I could have prayed all night. It was like the Holy Spirit was speaking right though me. I was praising, thanking, repenting....the whole shabang.
It was cool. Very cool.
I'm learning...The Lord is so, so gracious. He is so good. Why do I forget that so often. Why do I forget His love? He loves us so much. He Loves us. Can you not understand that, brothers and sisters? The King of Heaven LOVES us. The Scriptures say that our good deeds are like filthy rags to the Creator of the Universe. Like rags being used during a girl's menstral cycle to be precise. FILTHY.
AAAAAnd... He loves us. In the words of Pastor Tom, we are like SPIRITUAL LEPERS before we come to Christ. Filthy. Diseased. Dirty. Mangled. Falling apart. Unclean. Unfit for anything. As good as dead. Just a sorry, sorry state.
And God loves us.
Whoa.
15 April 2008
changing
I am changing. God is changing me. I cannot explain it.
I am learning how to listen to the Lord's voice, and I am working on obeying Him every time. It is not always easy, but it is most definitly rewarding.
I am learning how to talk to people. I am learning how not to be apathetic, complacent, comfortable. God has given me a boldness I can not explain; a gift I do not deserve, but very much appreciate.
Thank you Jesus.
God is moving powerfully. On Sunday, my singing group went to a United Methodist church in St. Michaels MD to sing and give testimonies. God was so present, I could feel it. The Lord moved through our group, speaking through those who were giving testimonies and speaking through our songs. Never have I felt the presence of God so thick in most churches....and in a Methodist church!
But God was there. I cannot deny it. We sang a hymn (all 6 verses, funeral-dirge style) and God was present. It was "All Hail the Power of Jesus' Name," and I was almost overwhelmed. I wanted to dance, spin, jump, shout....you name it. (And it was just an organ accompanying!!) But I simply raised my hands to heaven...and was satisfied.
Glory to GOD on high. Praise His magnificent name. Praise Him who created everything. Praise Him who knows all. Praise the One who holds all things in His hands. Praise Him. I cannot stop...I cannot stop...I cannot stop.
I am changing.
I cannot explain it.
"So I went down to the potter's house, and saw him working at the wheel. But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him."
-Jeremiah 18:3-4
I am learning how to listen to the Lord's voice, and I am working on obeying Him every time. It is not always easy, but it is most definitly rewarding.
I am learning how to talk to people. I am learning how not to be apathetic, complacent, comfortable. God has given me a boldness I can not explain; a gift I do not deserve, but very much appreciate.
Thank you Jesus.
God is moving powerfully. On Sunday, my singing group went to a United Methodist church in St. Michaels MD to sing and give testimonies. God was so present, I could feel it. The Lord moved through our group, speaking through those who were giving testimonies and speaking through our songs. Never have I felt the presence of God so thick in most churches....and in a Methodist church!
But God was there. I cannot deny it. We sang a hymn (all 6 verses, funeral-dirge style) and God was present. It was "All Hail the Power of Jesus' Name," and I was almost overwhelmed. I wanted to dance, spin, jump, shout....you name it. (And it was just an organ accompanying!!) But I simply raised my hands to heaven...and was satisfied.
Glory to GOD on high. Praise His magnificent name. Praise Him who created everything. Praise Him who knows all. Praise the One who holds all things in His hands. Praise Him. I cannot stop...I cannot stop...I cannot stop.
I am changing.
I cannot explain it.
"So I went down to the potter's house, and saw him working at the wheel. But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him."
-Jeremiah 18:3-4
06 April 2008
Sarasota, FL
This is an amazing place. I have learned so much about God, life, missions, and people. I have heard countless stories about spiritual and physical healings. I had seen countless evidence of such. God has a calling on my life---well for everyone actually. Many things have happened down here that can not be explained except for the glory of God. God. God. Eloheim the Lord, the Creator. This is not possible. It can not happen. NO WAY! No... YAHWEH!!! God has given me a boldness I can not explain. God has given me a compassion for the lost and the hungry and the weak and the poor. God's spirit has filled me more than I can imagine.
I am done playing church.
I am done fooling around.
People are dying and going to hell. I don't have time for foolishness. I don't have time for stupid arguments about unimportant aspects in the ministry.
It should be simple: love God, love others, provide for their needs and tell them the gospel.
Gods.
Only.
Son.
Preaching.
Eternal.
Life.
Praise God for his everlasting love. Praise him for his undeserved grace and mercy. Praise him for his justice and his knowledge. Praise him.
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