What would it be like to have the heart of David?
It’s been a few days since I have posted. I am in that mid holiday lull where it’s not really Christmas any more, but not yet new years. I don’t want to let my guard down yet, but am ready for it to all be done.
As 2008 draws near I am finding my mind repeatedly contemplating David, so I that is where I will focus for a time.
I have one burning question that I wish to answer through this.
What would it be like to have the heart of David?
I hope you join me in this journey.
Feel free to comment, and add to the content here at any time.
Christmas Eve.
Christmas Eve…
The day of anticipation
The kids are all excited about what will come tonight, or tomorrow morning. The shredding of paper, the gnashing of teeth
The revelation of gifts held hostage beneath the tree for so many long days and nights.
Playing with cousins they only see a handful of times each year.
The adults are excited but for other reasons
A time to relax.
All the preporation is done
The shopping has been left at the mall
The baking is on the table
Dinner is ready
Family is knocking on the door
It’s time to retell Christmas story’s of the past
Drink hot apple cider and bask in one anothers company.
May God Bless you with safety, warmth, joy, laughter, new memories and old, good food, a surplus of batteries in every size, and most of all an ever whelming feeling of LOVE from family friends and God above.
In the Christmas Spirit
I heard an awesome story this morning and I would like to share it with you, as I feel it captures the meaning of Christmas.
A friend of mine, we will call her April, received an unexpected gift yesterday. This was a gift that, due to circumstances, she was unable to even thank the giver for.
Later in the day she had to visit our local mall to do some Christmas Shopping. We all know how shopping this time of year can not only get on our last nerve, it can actually crush that last nerve, then spit on it and from there stomp it into a bloody slimy mess. Well I believe April had lost that last nerve somewhere, and was on the verge of a shopping break down. Regardless of the situation she had finished her pre-ordained duty and was headed for the door. As she drew near to the escape she sought so desperately, she caught site of an older gentalman who looked someone lost and slightly confused. Despite her desire to run head long into the night screaming with joy that she had successfully fled the insanity, she stopped and asked the older fellow if he needed anything. He was simply looking for a place to get a gift wrapped. With out fear she took the man’s arm and escorted him back through the store to where he needed to be. He was truly grateful, full of smiles and thanks.
I thank God that at least a few people are still able to see the meaning of the season through all the hype that we face every day. Thank you April, I was blessed by your story, and I hope it blesses many others who might see it here. I also hope that before the season draws to a close I can pay that blessing forward.
I also wish to reassure you that those deeds do not go unnoticed by God. He saw your actions and I am sure had a smile on his face the whole time.
I wonder
I wonder…
Do you think Mary every scolded Jesus as a Child, young man, or even as an adult?
Did he ever hear the words “Now Jesus you can’t be running off to the temple like that, not with out telling someone, you scared the life out of me”?
Or “You know Jesus, I have told you before about being out in a boat during a storm”.
Or how about “Son, you’re making me an old woman before my time with all that walking on water and such”.
You know, I have always thought my kids are blessed in many spiritual ways, and I fear so much that I will hinder them in those gifts by trying to do what I feel is the right thing.
My youngest is 5… What more can I say.
So today I pray
Heavenly Father, Please guide me in raising my children in a way that would abide by your will. And if it’s your will, give them the ability to fit into today’s world, and at the same time kindle the flame of the spirit which lives within them.
Above all else I pray that they would be shining examples of you love. A Lamp Stand on a hill for all the world to see, and from which they my find you dear Lord.
House of Prayer
House of Prayer
Isaiah 56:6-8
7 these I will bring to my holy mountain
and give them joy in my house of prayer.
Their burnt offerings and sacrifices
will be accepted on my altar;
for my house will be called
a house of prayer for all nations.” God guide us in Building a House of Prayer. We stand above deep and ancient wells, and ask that you again would release the living waters from that spring in abundant measure, so that it may overflow and engulf its surroundings. In the past I was given a vision of four men standing in a prayer circle. In the vision, while they prayed they became the mortar and stone that held the earth back from caving in and filling the well. I ask that you bring that vision into fruition now. Now Lord, we are obedient and willing. Build your house of prayer above this well. God let no man, woman or child pass by with out knowing that this is a place where his spirit will receive heeling. Draw them in Lord, draw them in, in droves.God, remove the veal between the thrown room and this house. We long to draw nearer to you, sit and your feet and sing praises endlessly, intercede on behalf of your children, and wrestle with the angel of God. God we love and adore you, and thank you for the gifts you have given, and the blessing you will continue to poor out.
Life from a Mans Prospective…
Have you ever seen the cartoons where a beautiful woman looks in the mirror and all she sees if fat, and a fat guy looks in the mirror and all he sees is how hot he is?
I have never seen a better depiction of the workings of a man’s mind then that silly image.
You see, when I think about playing guitar I see myself playing like Jimmy or Eddy.
When I think about shooting a gun I imagine Jose Whales.
Skate Board, I am Tony Hawk
The list goes on.
When I picture myself in my mind I still see the 20 year old, bare faced kind who was able to work all day and run all night, not the guy who looks more like Santa every day.
So here is my prospective on at least one of the many differences between men and women.
Men look at the world with a super hero mentality and reality makes them human.
Women look at the world with a human mentality and reality makes them super hero’s…
Forum Junkie
Forum Junkie
I am one
I don’t spend much time on forums currently, but have in the past and may do the same again in the future. What I have found is that there are forums out there for every conceivable subject. Once in a while I will be spending a lot of time on one topic, such as the abortion issue and will find myself browsing the forums for the pro and cons of that issue from the mouth of the people.
Well the problem is everyone on the forum is faceless, and nameless, there for unaccountable for what they say. I am a prime example. I most assuredly have more courage when involved in an online discussion then when in the same conversation face to face. As an example I am pretty sure the words “Most Assuredly” have never left my mouth in real life, but words similar to that leave my virtual mouth on a daily basis.
I do strive to speak truth at all times in my life, weather it be IRL or on the internet.
Why do I bring this up? I have no clue, just felt like talking about it.
I do think that the internet is a great tool for communication, but if you are reading this I encourage you to question every word here. I don’t want to misguide anyone, in any matter.
I do know this, God loves each and everyone one of us, from the murderer in the hill to the mother of the year. We are all sinners, and in the eyes of God all sins are equally evil. As humans we are incapable if living a sin free life, but buy his grace we are saved. God loves us in our sinful nature, and his desire is that we would strive to change that, but regardless of the outcome he loves us all the same.
Mary Christmas to you, and may the light of the Lord rest on your Shoulders today.
Dreamer
Never stop dreaming
Never stop chasing your dreams
Never give up hope
Imagine if God stopped dreaming of our salvation
Or if he stopped pursuing us
Or gave up hope all together
Thankfully our God does not grow weary, and does not give up hope, and he never ever stops loving us.
Intercession
There was a night, very early in my walk with Christ where I woke with thee most panic driven fear I have ever felt in my life. I woke up breathing hard with panic. I am not sure if my eyes were open or closed, but there was utter blackness. No light from the window, or the clock, or under the door, just black. I was not able to move, I felt a suffocating weight over my entire body, as if covered in a blanket filled with lead. I wanted to cry out, and wake up my wife, just to hear a human voice, but I was unable to physically will my lips to move. I felt the presence of something dark. I was unable to see, but could sense a shape in the room, actually sitting in my dresser. It was all black, with no detail at all. The best description I have is the silhouette of a gargoyle.
I honestly wanted to defend myself and my family from what ever this was, I wanted a gun, a sward, anything in my hand that could do damage, yet I was unable to move.
I did the only think I could do, I cried out in my mind “GOD help me”. I don’t remember the exact words to the prayer, but I talked to God for a long time that night, I was given a name for the demon that was there, and I prayed against it by name. Physically it may have been 2 seconds or 2 hours, I don’t really know. I do know it seems like there were thousands of words spoken that night, in the silence and darkness. A war perhaps, a battle for sure, but as quickly as it started it was over. I woke up the next morning and remember that this happened, but the details are all gone. I couldn’t even tell you the name of the demon.
That was a Sunday morning, and in speaking to a couple from church they revealed to me that they had a demonic visitation the night before. You see the attack had not been on my family, but on theirs. I was woken up in the middle of the night, not to defend my family, but theirs. I was called to be an intercessor.
The reason I write this today, is because this happened again last night, and I feel called to share it here today. Maybe it will make sense to someone who reads this.
A few things I can share about being an intercessor are these.
1. We don’t always know who we are praying for
2. We don’t always know what we are pray for
3. We don’t always pray because we want something to happen now, but rather because now is the time to pray.
4. We don’t always see the results of our prayers. We just need to know that they were not unheard.
So if you feel called to intercede on another behalf please, please be faithful.
Romans 8:25-2725But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently. 26In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express. 27And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints in accordance with God’s will.
Fiction
My head hangs low, and my eyes are cast on the earth. I kick away a small pebble and stir the dust with the tip of my muddy toe. I know he will be angry again, but I forgot. I sure hope it’s not as bad as the last time I forgot one of his rules. I couldn’t go to gym class for a week because the other kids might see. No one ever knew except Jackie. I don’t really like her much, but she always knows something is wrong. She never really says anything about it either, just kind of hangs out and tries to be a friend talking about church and God a lot, and about her family. They always sound so happy.
Oh but today was such a hot day, and the river looked so cool. When I hit the water it was so cold it took my breath way. I didn’t think I had been there long, but then I heard the car drive over the bridge and I know it was him. Now, not only had I not finished the chores, but I would be a muddy mess when I get home, and we would be late for the show. He is going to be really angry, maybe today is the day that I should actually run away. I bet Jackie’s family would take me, she is always talking about how they pray for me, and how she is there for me. She is such a geek but nice I guess, I just don’t get it. Well not today, the longer I stay away the worse it will be so I better get back to the place.
As I walk to the edge of the trees I can see Dad walking across the yard to the hog barn. He has a shovel in his hand, arms stiff and he is walking fast. He is Angry. As he opens the barn door I can hear him shout my name “ADAM, ADAM WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU”? Well I might as well get it over with, I walk to the back of the barn, and pull the door open. I see my dad standing in the long isle with the shovel still in his hand. Dad, here I… My dad Cuts me off, “WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN YOU LITTLE SON OF A BITCH”? He is coming down the isle really fast, I don’t think I have ever seen him this mad. I am scared, I open my mouth and nothing comes out but a little squeak. GOD DAMN IT BOY, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? And I feel the shovel slam into my side so hard that it knocks me down. My arm is at a funny angle and it hurts, God it hurts. I can’t breath and I can taste blood in my mouth. God Help me… Dad raises the shovel over his had like and ax, I see it coming down fast and hard. DADDY NO….
